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[01 Feb 2009|08:33pm] |
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I am so sick of these bloody Howlers! On Friday, I was nearly hit by an egg. Thank Merlin I saw it coming and was able to avoid it. Honestly, I wish that the protesters would understand our side. The entire department didn't agree on what to do with the manticore. I didn't even find out about it until I heard a Howler coming from the desk near me. It sounded a lot like Luna's voice
I certainly didn't have my choice when it came to dealing with the manticore. If I did have my choice, I would have had it sent to a magical reserve. Please be rest assured, though, that I am doing what I can to make sure that the manticore is treated respectfully. Throughout the weekend, I've prepared notes and studied, and I think that by Monday morning, I will have produced a thoroughly informative presentation on just why we should make sure that the manticore is treated ethically and that it is sent to a magical reserve.
My first point will be that perhaps if we listen to the protesters, they will stop sending us howlers, stop throwing eggs at our heads and, best of all, will save us from having to go to St. Mungo's to get a curse removed.
Of course, having to work on this all weekend caused me to have to cancel the day that my mother had planned for her and I. I know she isn't too happy, especially since I sent her the letter by owl. She always hated getting those owls. Father doesn't mind as much, but she says that the owls are too messy and feisty. I think that's only because she hasn't been giving them the treats that I told her to give them when they arrive. Poor things.
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