She glared across the table at him. "Because I'm not perfect? And someone has it out for me so that I can't do the one thing that I want to accomplish in my life?"
She picked up her quill, looking at it for a while as she tired to form exactly what she wanted to say about why she was so upset. "My Da is an arse and fucking Franzy Dolohov is having a hay day with teasing me about everything under the sun. It's been a very long, very frustrating weekend and I'd say that I'm ready for tomorrow to come already but that means Transfiguration class and I'd rather not bother with it at all right now." Why did her Da have to always be so over protective of her? "So sorry if I'm not in the mood to be teased more," she said sourly, flipping a page in the transfiguration text, trying to find the definition for something.
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