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Life, when you’re an eighteen year old Slytherin in your seventh year at Hogwarts is anything but simple. Gossip is like air. Library and/or Come and Go room makeout sessions are frequent. Girls flirt by throwing not-so-subtle subtle hints that the boys are too stupid to catch, and the boys flirt by flexing, teasing the girls, and arguing. Drama is currency. And every bad day feels like the end of the world.