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Up in the astronomy tower people get vicious. Aggressive little first years' scowling in the corridors, third and forth years' throwing rocks at the second years' and the fifth years' are always too busy devising plans for Hogwarts domination. But the worst of them is my year.
The seventh years'. People dread them most of all. You see, they do the unthinkable; they throw people's bags out of the tower window. People call them tossers, bag tossers. Harry and Ron are also in this gang of bag tossers.
They always say to me, "Hermione, Hermione, come and join us in the spiritual art of tossing people's bags!"
I'd always say no, that I do not take pleasure out of tossing people's bags out of tower windows! You may call me a monster, you may call me inhuman, but you see, it's just not my cup of tea. Then they'd call me names and end up taking my bag away from me. They'd run to the window. I'd follow, hot on their heels. They'd threaten to throw it out and I scream in horror.
"No! You wouldn't! Not to me!" I'd scream and choke on my tears. They'd start to go through my bag. I'd wail and sob, "Don't go through my bag! Oh dear god, no!" The quarrel could be heard a mile away, them giggling hysterically, me balling my eyes out and screaming at the top of my lungs. It'd be even worse if they were high on something. Whenever they were stoned they'd do…unthinkable things to my bag. Oh, the chaos!
Ah crap. They found the tampons! Out the window they go! And the weed. That goes too. Into their pockets that is! Damn dirty stealing thieving bastards!
My make up is running down my cheeks as they eat my apple from my bag, turn to me and say, "So…are you ready? Are you ready for the tossing?"
They'd snicker to themselves as I'd let out a blood curdling scream. They'd throw out the bag. Gone. It's gone. It takes me ten minutes to get down to where my bag was so brutally hurled and my juice is leaking everywhere! It is truly horrible!
Well, I hope you all learn from my story of how Harry and Ron threw my bag out of the Astronomy Tower window. The window, famous for being the lookout of the most horrid little shits in the school. And in the world.
I don't want any of you to endure the same heartache that I went through.The issue is serious. The tossing is harsh. Victims of bag tossing are going through special trauma treatment (including me), so I am trying to prevent it. Be aware…