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[actuallyspeakslatin]

Camp was okay, minus the lumpy beds and that food fight. Muggle schools don't even do that, it's like something out of a film.

Papa said that I can't go to London with him while the muggles do their sports event. He's going on business and thinks I'll get lost in the crowds. Having muggle parents can be frustrating because I can't ask him to take me to the Quidditch World Cup instead, and just trying to change Pounds to Galleons is hard enough.

I don't think I can stretch out what's left of my homework either, it's almost complete. I could just spy on the neighbors.