I am taking this opportunity to alert the general public that from here on out I shall not be taking any more dinner requests.
- Gwen, dear, our sunday night engagement is off.
- Peter, stop owling me, you're turning into a stalker and I'd hate to have to report you. You know I'm not fond of anyone with a low IQ -- you failed the test, that's not my fault. Blame your parents. Besides, you're chubby and have acne and I'm shallow. Get the picture?
- Gabriella and Isabella, loves, I'd like to suggest some nice twin boys in Hufflepuff. Todd and T.J. I believe? They're right nice blokes, and I know how you two like to be adventurous. I think you'd have fun with them.
That's all for now. Good day Hogwarts.
I'm going to go cry over my little black book.