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[nannynutter.livejournal.com]

Agnes was sick of this. The corridors were constantly changing and it was all that she could do to hold down her lunch on the moving staircases. She set out from the Ravenclaw dorms with a mission. She was determined to talk to a "Ms. Esmerelda Weatherwax" who had been described as being a competent Witch. Not a witch, a Witch. You could hear the capital letter.

She had the same methods of old witching like herself apparently. This merited a little conversation, and as Agnes Nutter was incredibly bored, she decided to hunt the old bat out. That, of course, was before she had been attacked by two door ways, five flights of stairs, one suit of armour and an insufferably rude wall. Now, rather deflated, she wandered around looking desperately for anyone to talk to. At the moment, she was trying to teach a rather dim door how to be polite, and failing miserably. She tried talking to it instead. That also failed. Miserably.

She looks around again and sighs. "Is there anyone here?" she calls.

"I'm lonely" she whispers.

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[nannynutter.livejournal.com]

"See, that's the unusual part." she sighs. "Everytime a Nutter makes a prophecy it gets added on. My Mother fot example was Agnes Three-Hundred-and-Twelve Nutter. I'm the more complex Agnes One-Thousand-Five-Hundred-and-Sixty-Two Nutter." She looks at him. "We're a very unusual family" she explains.

[ryuk-shinigami.livejournal.com]

He rubbed the back of his head with a confused look. "So, your middle name is how many prophecies you made or how many your whole family made?"

[nannynutter.livejournal.com]

"How many you made personally. I've made the moste prophecies for sixteen generations." She said proudly. "And they were all accurate."

[ryuk-shinigami.livejournal.com]

He smiled and clapped. "All right. That sounds great. Was it fun making those prophecies?"