| blushcrush @ 2004-04-27 11:15:00 |
| Current mood: |  tired |
Additional birthday thanks.
Someone left me a book of poetry by Oscar Wilde and a red tulip. It was left in my usual spot in the Great Hall and everything, just waiting for me, next to Evan who seemed to be all right with it and was just shovelling his eggs. This someone knows me very well. I have an idea of who they are. I hope I'm right. Thank you.
Someone else sent me a cake a few days ago. Thank you to you, too. It was beautiful. I didn't even want to eat it, but on Sunday night, I gave in and had a slice and it was wonderful.
I forgot there's a match on Saturday. Ron and I will still be playing, of course. And don't think we won't be in top form.
I've a lot of homework to catch up on until then.
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