My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination…You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid’s, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave.
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My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class, I sensed that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination…You may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maid’s, your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave.
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Posted on November 12th at 2:04 AM
