| 003. I'm Just A Poor Boy, I Need No Sympathy |
[30 Apr 1976|01:54am] |
As I am sure everyone knows by now, it is nearly the end of the year, and, accordingly, time to study for OWL's. I have been doing my best to go about the studying process, but as it turns out, there are greater forces at work that truly do not want me to study, making studying at least an imposition, and at most impossible.
As it happens, one such force is Queen. Or, more accurately, someone in the Gryffindor boy's fifth year dormitory (let us call this unnamed individual Shmirius Shmack, in the name of scientific exploration) has been playing QUEEN records at some ungodly frequency constantly for the last several days. Freddie Mercury would be appalled that his music is being used for evil instead of good. If I hear bits of You're My Best Friend mentally splice itself into a Potions text I'm reading, or else, someone singing along to Somebody to Love again, my head may implode, and that would be very unfortunate. If I were gone, who would be around to roll your socks and make pastrami sandwiches?
A point to consider,
Remus J. Lupin
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