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@@ -1,4 +1,8 @@
+
+October arrived, spreading a dank beat over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden 
+
 A creepy and cold November arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden 
+
 spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears 
 for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from 
 under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. 
@@ -10,7 +14,7 @@ Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud.
 
 Even aside from the rain and wind it hadn't been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, 
 had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven 
-greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. 
+greenish blurs, shooting through the air missiles. 
 
 As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, 
 the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath, ". . . don't fulfill their 
@@ -36,8 +40,8 @@ times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt?"
 
 "Oh - yes," said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. 
 
-"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, 
-it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read 
+"I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, the sweet release of the guillotine, I mean, 
+it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule.  However -" Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read 
 furiously: "'We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be 
 impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback Head-Juggling and Head Polo. It is with the 
 greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, 
@@ -47,3 +51,5 @@ Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away.
 
 "Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry! Most people would think that's good and beheaded, but oh, no, 
 it's not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore." 
+
+"It's a good thing I'm not an English Major, Nick, because I'm really bad at this shit," said Harry.
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@@ -34,3 +34,11 @@ Penny: Do I really force you to do things you don't want to?
 Amy: Yeah, but it's okay.
 Penny: How is it okay?
 Amy: I promised myself if I ever got friends I'd do whatever they said. Really, I'm lucky you found me before a cult did.
+
+Quotes from Guassian:
+
+There once was a lady named Ilene,
+Who lived on distilled kerosene,
+But she started absorbin'
+A new hydrocarbon
+and since then she'd never benzene
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+Hello