I'm on a role! This is the 4th story I wrote today. That turkey has put me in the mood to write a lot!
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Dear Harry,
I'm sorry for not writing or sending anyting. The weed well over here is getting dry. I'll need 50 gallions for this shipment. Sorry that it's so exspencive. It's getting scarce around here. My dealer has stopped all orders. I had to get yours from someone else. I hope this will help you out.
That plant is really wierd. There is somethign wrong with it. I just don't know what. None of my test have worked. Everything says it's fine weed. I'm going to get someone to help me with the self experiment. Don't worry I will be safe. I have someone watching me that is a nurse, most likely. I've been sick too lately. If you don't get another shipment of weed from me in a few days I'm probably in the Hostpital for something. I hope I've helped.
Love,
Lisa
Harry felt relieved to finally hear from Lisa. He got worried. He didn't want her to die or injure herself. There was no way for him to leave to even see her. He knew Dumbledore wouldn't let him go see another student at a school. Missing classes would be a hassle too.
The downfall to getting the weed was who to give it too. There was only enough to distribute to one house. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were no threat to his business. Slytherin would tattle and Gryffindore would never talk to him again, or till the next shipment came in. He had a dission to make by dinner. And it wasn't going to be easy.
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And now i'm at a writing block. I don't know where to go with this. by the time I wake up tomorrow mornnig I'll have something. but by the time I post this I bet I'll have it figured out... oh well. Hope you enjoyed.
