"My talent? Well, ma'am, I can certainly say I have no talent in fortune-telling" Hermione responded, not even angry, but rather condescendingly to the teacher. She shook Trawlaney's hand off her puffy hair. "Neither has Harry, or you, for that matter. All of that is just trickery and pretending, and nothing else. I am ashamed that the school forces us to take that course, and no cake will barb me into accepting that baloney!"
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Attention! The situation in my country, as well as the situation on my workplace (which is connected to each other) leave me little to no time, nor mental stability to RP. I cannot start any new RPs, even if I've suggested them before.
I will try to respond then I can, but the pauses might be long. I am very sorry.
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