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June 2007

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this is serious business, mad at you

I replied back to my mum a couple days ago. Told her that I had things to worry about. Very important, school related things, and that it really was a shame that I wouldn't be able to make it. And I sent it through an email because the idea of my mother owling me again doesn't work for me.

She took the hint on at least that part, thankfully, and replied back that my cousin was family and that it was over the holidays, anyway. And she implied that whatever I was doing here wasn't so important that I couldn't go.

I can't win with that woman.


Morag, I don't feel like dealing with you this right now.
Well, not to be completely tactless, but I don't really care because I think we need to talk.
About what?
Well, about your behavior yesterday, of course! It was completely uncalled for.
Morag, can we not talk about this on the vu?
Well, as I see perfectly why you don't want to, I suppose I could hold out until later. But you do worry too much, Ant.

Now, what are you wearing to Padma's party?
I hadn't decided I was going. And stop calling me Ant.
Of course you're going! You might even have fun for once if you go. Merlin knows you'd never on your own.
I do have fun, Morag.
Name one time when you've had fun, or found something funny.

...when Ginny Weasley pranked her brother.
Really? Is that because you got a love poem?
I thought we already settled this, Morag. I'm not gay.
Nor will you ever be, I know. No one said you were, anyway. Though, you could be...

Give one of those metaphors.