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[ernie_macmillan]

Why is Susan dying on the floor? What's happened? And why is my ink all over the settee?

Comments

[prof_sprout]

Is she all right? Do I need to come by the common room?

[ernie_macmillan]

I think she's fine, Professor. She just seems to be knocking everything over and trying to communicate something. Some flailing is involved.

[prof_sprout]

All right. Make sure she gets to Madam Pomfrey if she takes a turn for the worse.

[sm_bones]

Ernie! Why did you write this? It's so embarrassing!

[prof_sprout]

I see congratulations are in order for you, my dear.

[sm_bones]

Professor Sprout!

[prof_sprout]

Don't mind me, Susan. I'm happy for you.

[ernie_macmillan]

Sorry, Susan. I was just wondering if anybody knew why you threw a book at yourself and landed on the floor.

For the record, I never said which Susan was spilling my ink on the furniture. It could have been Susan Embry or Susan McAllister.

[sm_bones]

Um. Er. Bloody hell.

I insist you make this private, Ernie. Greg can see it!

[ernie_macmillan]

Greg? You mean Gregory Goyle? What has he got to do with anything?

[sm_bones]

He's the one that made me fall down.

[gregory_goyle]

I did?

[ernie_macmillan]

What? He wasn't even here!

[sm_bones]

Eek!

Go away! Hufflepuffs only!

[gregory_goyle]

I like you quite a lot.

[sm_bones]

I was writing to him in my journal.

[ernie_macmillan]

Oh, that explains why you threw it at yourself.

[sm_bones]

I like you, too.

[sm_bones]

I thought it might.

[soren_zabini]

This is brilliant! I'm so happy for you two!

[vincent_crabbe]

Congrats. It's about time you told her.

[ernie_macmillan]

Of course, Professor. It looks like she's better already.

[gregory_goyle]

Quiet, you.

[millicent]

Good for you, your girlfriend isn't a troll!

[gregory_goyle]

You're the only troll for me, Millie.

[sm_bones]

What??

[millicent]

She's cute. You should keep her.

[gregory_goyle]

I'll do my best.

[padma]

I'm happy for you two. I was wondering when it was going to happen.