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OWL POST

SENDER: HERMIONE GRANGER

RECEIPIENT: SEVERUS 'SNIVELLUS' SNAPE

STATUS: SENT AND RECEIVED

CURRENT STATUS: READING IN PROGRESS….

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Dear Peregrinus,

          Yes, it is I, your worst nightmare, as you were so kind to state in every single post. You, my Stranger, you have given me all those headaches that I most certainly do not deserve! It has been a week since your last letter, your final eventual one. Honestly! What sort of person is cowardly enough to unburden his dilemmas on another, manipulate a sympathetic soul, and finally, vanish into thin air?

          Fortunately, O Peregrinus the Mysterious, I, the so-called know-it-all, have managed to track you down. No, let me rephrase that: I unearthed your identity weeks ago and now, I've finally summoned enough wit to pay you back. But you see, I'm a little smarter. You cannot confront me, because by doing so, you would be admitting to be the sender of those nightmarish posts. I have been told that my sense of logic is remarkable, and now, it has come in handy.

          Don't call me 'dear girl' you beast. I am not to be endeared to a caitiff. But now, let me tell you about my day.

          I shall only talk about Potions, as that was the worst lesson all day long. I am, in my humble opinion, a superior student, to the point of overshadowing my poor Potions Master himself. He is losing his touch……not that he has any. For instance, he actually sprinkled flaked Chimera's scales into the Possidion Plasm instead of powdered Chimera's scales. It was a minor error, but the surface area of the ingredients is extremely crucial in ensuring a triumphant Plasm. No wonder the Potion took a full hour to complete, instead of the predicted 30 minutes. Really! One would think that he was unsatisfied with his pay, the way his incompetence shines so prominently……..

          And to top it off, he had this very sneaky look about him, as though he knew something that I don't. To be frank, I am certain that everything that he knew wouldn't even make up a fragment of my wisdom. For seven years I had been downplaying my intelligence, to save him the embarrassment of his glaring ineptness. I am insulted that my erudition doesn't get the recognition that it deserves. Perhaps I should apply for his post instead. Not for the galleons of course, but just for the sake of giving the other students a better, more competent teacher, don't you think? It is very pathetic and tragic, that as a mere student, I have more than half his gift and prowess.

          Now Peregrinus, I too, must end this letter. There is a very ugly creature banging on my window, and for some strange reason, I have a vague intuition that this hideous Cyclops was seen before. This repulsive, distorted owl. Peculiar behaviour, even for a bird. As though……motioning for me to follow him.

Your Peringeniosus Pernicies

Ps: I think that I shall apply for the Defense Against Dark Arts post instead, after graduation.

Pss: The owl seems to be very intent on getting me to trail him. I wonder why.

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Glossary:

Peringeniosus: very clever

Pernicies: Scholar

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ALRIGHT, THIS REALLY IS THE END. CIAO!