February 2012
“I hate teachers.”
“Teachers need to die.”
“I don’t care if they die, exactly, so long as they leave me alone.”
“If I ever become a teacher, punch me.”
“You know, Moony,” mused Sirius; “You might actually make a good teacher.”
James was placed with Remus and Sirius with Peter—the usual Marauder set-up for teachers who wanted to be liked but didn’t want James and Sirius blowing anything up
“Regarding my so-called cowardice in SOCIALIZING: the thing that you have to understand about me, Ginge, is that I’m absolutely rubbish around people I would potentially like to shag. Seriously—I’m absolutely awful. I act like I’ve smoked something highly illicit and words come tumbling from my mouth like salad dressing when it comes out too fast and drowns the lettuce.”
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“Shacklebolt has a lovely chest,” Donovan Atwater told Donna, reading from the scroll of parchment on which he had written his “positive” statements.
“Funny,” Donna replied. “Because I wrote, Atwater has a lovely purple eye.”
The Ravenclaw frowned. “No, I don’t.”
“Yes, well, give me a minute.”
“Probably not,” Donna agreed. “Potter’s not my type.”
Carlotta laughed. “You have a type?”
“Yes, I have a type,” she replied, scowling. “My type just happens to be older… and engaged, apparently.”
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