It's uncanny how a slack day becomes a packed day. Phone calls after phone calls and for a moment, it seemed as though I would be reaching home past 2am again. Thankfully other things cropped up which allowed me to squirrel myself away home earlier and start blowing the dust off my Half-Blood Prince. It's time to see who dies.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall CRASH myself in some reel life before coming back to reality on Sunday when I move back to hall. There are no fairytales in real life. There's precious little time left to start dreaming.
Chapter One: The Other Minister...
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