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[30 Jun 2008|12:59am] |
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( Hexed Private To Self )
Flourish & Bott's is a charming little bookshop. I remember the days of Hogwarts, when I would trot to the place with my mother, and choose my textbooks for the upcoming year. The entire atmosphere was delightful - young talented minds scurrying about, the scent of fresh pages and ink, and chatter about school and Quidditch rippling in the air. That is why I decided to work here, because I love knowledge and books. Everyone knows this. I had hoped this job would bring me entertainment or maybe even a divine satisfaction that comes with fulfilling a life aspiration. Hahah, not.
So.
Tell me why a snotty and balding wizard swaggered up to MY counter, on MY shift, and asked for the copy of the Kama Sutra? (Note: To my dear friends, if you're ignorant and don't know what this pile of rubbish is, please for the sake of your sanity and soul, remain as such. I made the mistake of asking this fool about the author because I didn't recognise the name. Filthy mudblood tosser.)
Honestly. People lack dignity and principles. They make me want to vomit. Merlin.
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