| 001; 15 July 2000. |
[July 15; 11:34pm] |
Warded Private to Self, Pansy can read.
Perhaps it would have been more prudent of me to have chosen a field which I actually enjoyed instead of merely tolerate. I've gone through fifteen case readings in two days, a rate which, I am sure, cannot bode well for my mental health. However, it's done and I have the rest of the week to stare at that horrid painting on the opposite wall. I wish I was given something actually of worth to do I am wasting my time with this and the reasons why I entered the workforce are paling in comparison to the reasons why I should leave. On the other hand, in the instance that I do leave this godforsaken cesspool of dribbling incompetents, it would mean that I have lost to them. And that is simply laughable. End Wards.
My respect towards the Ministry continues to grow every single day. I suppose this is why they imposed compulsory community service for us seeking reform. There's nothing like reading Muggle literature to a pack of Muggle brats group of children to help broaden our understanding of these disgusting parasites of society their society.
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Draco Malfoy for rejuvenate. |
[July 05; 10:50pm] |
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one minute i held the key, next the walls were closed on ( me. )
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