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Bloody fucking hell. How many times are things going to stand between me and having my naughty way with the man I love? Right now he's tutoring some half-wit who hasn't got the attention span of a bloody flea in class, and half an hour before he's finished I have to be in the Great Hall to supervise detention for the fucking, bloody morons who interrupted us yesterday!
Okay, calm down. Just one more day.
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Some days I hate being a Prefect.
