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January 13th
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The pain…
The agony…
The torture…
The Octopus.
The book assigned for Muggle Studies class must have been the worst book ever written. Not only was it about wheat farmers, but it was nearly 600 pages long. Ron groaned as he turned another agonizingly long page. He held back a yawn, knowing that he needed to finish another 25 pages before tomorrow.
Not even Hermione could resist the dull drone of the book, describing for pages on end how the wheat looked and moved out in the fields of Western America.
"I'm bloody glad I don't live out in that California place. Sound awful out there." Complained Ron, throwing down the book and stalking across the room, arms folded.
"Just a minute Ron, California's where all those surfer girls are from! I would mind listening to some guy drone on about wheat for a while if we got to see some girls in swimsuits."
"Blimey! Why couldn't they put some of them in the book! I going bloody insane because of this book. Why the bloody hell did I even take Muggle Studies in the first place?"
"I think you were fancying Hermione in some of those muggle jeans." Harry joked. In reality, he didn't know why Ron took Muggle Studies. He couldn't have possibly thought that the professor would let them wear muggle clothes to class. Then again, this was Ron we were talking about.
"Honestly Harry, how was I supposed to know that the professor wasn't going to let us wear muggle clothes? I think it was an extremely reasonable request."
Harry gave Ron a small sympathetic smile, and Ron went back to his reading.
Hours passed, and Ron's eyes seemed to be glued to his reading. He didn't speak, but just continued to stare blankly at the page. After a while, Harry stopped hearing page turns.
He turned to see Ron, slouched down in his chair, eyes still open. There was a vacant look on his face, and not his regular vacant clueless look, but a new vacant kinda dead looking look.
Ron Weasley had done what was previously thought to be only metaphorically possible. He had literally died from boredom.
Let this serve as a warning. Never read a 600 page book about wheat.
Just don't.
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I feel like this right now. I'm reading a book for school called Cold Mountian (the same one the movie is based on, only without the Hollywood entertainment). It's probably the second worst book ever written, next to the other book we had to read this year, The Octopus.
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