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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
Prologue So that is my mission this year, our last year at our beloved (please note the sarcasm) Hogwarts. I’m going to find out all their dirty little secrets and make the untouchables…simply touchable |
717 | 9 |
| 2 |
Of Annoying Mothers, Awful Laughter, and James Bond It is September 1st and that means only one thing to the mass of |
1,373 | 16 |
| 3 |
Of Peter Pettigrew, Carpets, and Climbing the Social Ladder But alas; woe is me. Apparently Peter Pettigrew, blimp he is, was waiting eagerly for the trolley to arrive and he witnessed my maniacal laughter/choke. He then, fulfilling his duty as the rat of the group, immediately notified the rest of the lot. |
1,140 | 5 |
| 4 |
Of Dinner Conversations, Invitations, and Happy Dances As you all could probably guess, I have spent the last six years of my time at Hogwarts sitting by myself in the darkened corner of the dining room with my black clothes and gothic make-up on and a evil glare permanently etched on my face while I mourn how unpopular I am and how much my life just sucks... |
1,020 | 12 |
| 5 |
Of Skipping, Broom Closets, and Social Pariahs Alright you know how they say curiosity killed the cat? Well, the sight before me didn’t exactly kill me but it definitely did scar me for life and make me want to scratch my own eyes out... |
1,347 | 14 |
| 6 |
Of Bouts of Confusion, Handsome Marauders, and Drunken Confessions Now if you’re slightly slow and haven’t gotten the picture yet, I’ve never exactly been a social butterfly per say. And since I don’t usually spend my Friday and Saturday nights gallivanting around Hogwarts attending fabulous parties and drinking binges, my wardrobe mainly consists of over-sized jeans and my countless wool sweaters that my mum has knitted me over the years. |
1,789 | 11 |
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