| potions_master in nocturne_alley @ 2003-10-12 20:14:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
LONGBOTTOM.
How DARE you presume to brew your own sleeping draught when you haven't even enough talent and blasted intelligence to brew tea? What were you THINKING you idiot boy? I am mystified as to how you managed to even conjure up a fire without burning down the whole of the school. If you EVER try anything of this sort again I will see to it that you are shipped off to St Mungo's where you can be minded day in and day out, to prevent you from attempting to do anything on your own, ever again. You are hopeless, boy. Completely and utterly hopeless and even Granger hissing instructions into your ear is not going to save you on your NEWTs now. I guarantee that.
Now, I have to go and prepare a draught to revive you from your self-induced sleep, though I am not convinced that I should even bother. Were it not for the infernal nurse's insistence that I do so I would let you rot in that bed until you awakened an old man and unable to do any more harm to yourself or anyone else.
I am not paid enough to deal with this.
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