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Friday, November 8th, 2002
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6:41p - Ah, romance
::Harry reaches into a pocket of his robes to find an extra quill and feels a folded piece of paper instead. When he opens it, it reads:
Dearest Harry,
Right now we're probably both sitting in class, or maybe you're at dinner, or in study hall, or perhaps even changing after Quidditch practice. Regardless, it's almost certain that I'm still thinking about you and the fantastic evening we shared yesterday. And it is absolutely certain that no matter what we're doing, I'd rather be alone together with you.
Until later my love,
Blaise::
current mood: sappy (comment on this)
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