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I suppose it's to be expected that these tasks won't all go smoothly.

I gather you were less than impressed with my, ah, efficiency this week.

Should I be relieved, then, that this next doesn't ask speed? I confess (and why not? I can't hide any of it--the reluctance, inadequacy, loathing, horror--you see it all) I confess I'm not sure where to start or when I can hope to finish. But I am here. I've shifted my few things into this place. A place of my own, for however long.

I do aim to please, you know. I hope that much is clear.

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You're right about that.

When I was young, I used to catch flies and pull their wings off. And then feed them to this carnivorous plant Mother kept on the window ledge in her drawing room.

One day I fed it a doxy, which it choked on and died.

I remember quite keenly what happened next.

Maybe you can imagine.

I can.

I wasn't even allowed in the drawing room when I was there. I wasn't allowed in most of the rooms, really.

You must have really good reflexes to catch flies like that. Were you a Seeker at school?

It pains me that you don't know the answer to that question! Really? The history of my exploits is already buried in the dusts of time?

Quel dommage!

I was, indeed, Seeker for the proudest of Slytherin squads.

Well, I haven't had the joy of polishing trophies just yet for Detention, so I haven't gotten up close to any of them yet.

I'd imagine your exploits would be quite nice once they were dusted off and given a proper polish.

I'm pants at Quidditch. I am easily distracted.

Perhaps for your next detention you'll luck out.

Have you had detention often? I may have read about it here, but I'm easily distracted.

And there have been one or two sizeable distractions in the past year.

Not so far this year!

And I mostly get in trouble with Mum and Lucius, really.

I'd rather get detention any day.

And it's good to know that the easily distracted can still be successful Seekers. It gives all the rest of us out there hope.

I'd best be going, now.

I shouldn't be talking to you, and I really, really shouldn't talk to him, and if he's talking to you and I'm talking to you, that's almost as good as if we were talking to one another. At least to some people.

And it's past my bed-time.

I was going to mention that.

That it must be past your bedtime. And about that other bloke. Don't mind him. I'll tell him to b*gger off and leave us alone.

I'd rather talk to you, really.

Ta for now, but do come back.

Yeah, so do I: I remember being the one who caught it for letting you near the thing.

Oh. Was that you, then?

Thought it was me.

Maybe I've misremembered.

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