chapter 5

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'Yo why the fuck you keep banging that floor bruh.' Magonagall said.

Maybe she doesn't care much at all.

Maybe Harry Potter will care, he sounds so sexy.

She throws a yellow letter at my small, frail, dainty, delicate, scrumptious, white, white, body.

'EW WHAT THE FUCK BRI DONT THROW THAT NASTY ASS SHIT AT ME DO YOU HAVE ANY HUMAN DECENCY WHAT THE FUCK. U FUXKING LITTLE WHORE. UGH.' I screamed, beginning to cry once again.

'Just read it you little twat.' She said sternly.

I stood up, and kissed her on her plump and juicy lips.

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