Self PortraitChapter OneSelf Portrait
Albus Severus was sitting in front of the Gryffindor common room fireplace, cradling a glass of Coke in one hand and twiddling a quill in the other, balancing his potions book on his knee. Like his namesake, he was exceptionally good at Potions. He found it incredibly easy, and usually enjoyable. The copious amount of notes that he had to write up, however, proved to be time consuming. He quickly looked up at the clock, realising that he had to be awake early tomorrow to watch his older brother, James, play Quidditch for the Gryffindor team.
Damn, it already IS tomorrow...
He packed his
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wake up pretty girl.the joke is on you
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I think, therefore I am.
Carpe diem, memento mori
*Seize the day, remember your mortality*
thanks for the
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I think, therefore I am.
Carpe diem, memento mori
*Seize the day, remember your mortality*
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I think, therefore I am.
Carpe diem, memento mori
*Seize the day, remember your mortality*
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Trying to mix science and art.
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I think, therefore I am.
Carpe diem, memento mori
*Seize the day, remember your mortality*
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