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[Jun. 11th, 2009|12:38 pm] |
Work has been positively dreadful this week.
Slow and excruciatingly long shifts.
At least Harold's left me alone now. Headmaster Snape-- I owe you thanks for you advice on how to handle the situation. The mere mention of going to a higher-up was enough to keep him from leering at me.
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Things have been quiet, and I don't suppose I can really complain. In a hopes to get in the good graces of the powers-that-be, I've been attempting to socialize over the journals with those in hiding (false senses of security and whatnot), though it's all merely afterthought. What do I care-- as long as no one is coming for me, I'll do what I can to keep myself living comfortably. I'm sure mother would be proud that I've become a blood sucking leech just like her.
Quite personally, if it weren't strictly for a sense of duty and obligation-- I think I'd just be keeping my head down throughout this entire thing and letting people like Blanche do this sort of thing.
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