| twelve; thursday, january 29th, 1998. |
[08 May 2008|08:04pm] |
NEXT PERSON TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT ME AND THE COLOUR PINK IN THE SAME SENTENCE GETS A WAND SHOVED UP THEIR ASS. Fucking Creevy.
You've been warned.
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| ten; sunday, january 25th, 1998. |
[04 May 2008|12:35am] |
Someone please explain to Charlie why dating Hufflepuffs is such a bad idea? He's all germs-ridden right now and it's so fucking disgusting. He never listens to me, so someone else, please make him understand that when you date Hufflepuffs, bad things happen?
And before anyone gets their knickers in a twist, I know what I'm talking about, okay? Charlie's NEVER sick and now that he spends all his time with that 'puffie girlfriend of his, he's caught a cold from hell. There's snot everywhere, you should see it.
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| nine; sunday, january 18th, 1998. backdated to after the game and hexed against staff. |
[28 Apr 2008|10:12pm] |
FIGURES THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN I FINALLY GET TO PLAY.
Fuck this shit and fuck you all. Just... fuck. We still beat Gryffindor, so whatever.
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| eight; thursday, december 25th, 1997. |
[03 Apr 2008|01:16am] |
( PRIVATE TO MELINDA )
Merry Christmas, I guess.
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| seven; thrusday, december 11th, 1997. after potions. |
[20 Mar 2008|07:44am] |
I think I failed my Potions exam. I hope you're not disappointed in me, Professor Snape.
( PRIVATE TO MELINDA )
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| six; sunday, december 7th, 1997. |
[16 Mar 2008|08:57pm] |
Am I the only one who thinks that women are a right pain in the arse? They're all whiny and high maintenance and bloody complicated and they steal your best friends. Bloody nuisances is what they are.
No offence, of course.
( PRIVATE TO MELINDA )
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| cinq; friday, november 21st, 1997; hexed against staff |
[29 Feb 2008|10:39pm] |
To the absolute creep who stole my underwear, I'd like it back right now because I have nothing to wear tomorrow and going around wearing nothing is rather uncomfortable... there's a good mental image for you, Greengrass.
I think I know who did this, though, and I swear to merlin, Dean that if I search your bed and find them, I'm asking the headmistress to kick you out of the room. Send you to sleep with Filch or something. If it wasn't you, then it must've been Melinda. If I start acting weird, I'm blaming you and your witchcrafting ways, Bobbin!
In other news, thanks to everyone who didn't reclaim their wins from the Gryffindor/Slytherin match. I've got myself a new package of canary creams and glitter. Any one wants a sparkly owl? Seems to be the fashion around here, now.
Also, who wants to bet that at least ONE Hufflepuff will cry when if if they lose the game?
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| quatre; november 8th, 1997; hexed against staff |
[16 Feb 2008|03:23am] |
Fucking creepy how quiet that room is, now. On the plus side -- I can get that double bed I always wanted. No, not the time for jokes. Shit, I don't want to go up there. Someone come entertain me.
( PRIVATE TO DAPHNE )
Who do I owe money to, again?
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| trois; saturday, november 1st, 1997; hexed against staff |
[09 Feb 2008|10:18pm] |
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
PARTY IN THE COMMON ROOM, GREENGRASS' INVITING.
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| deux; monday, october 27th, 1997; hexed extremely private against staff and head people. |
[04 Feb 2008|01:32am] |
Okay, okay, okay it's time for all of you to stop the bullshit about how Gryffindor is going to beat Slytherin again and actually put your money where your mouth is. Let's bet, shall we?
I'm offering 3-1 odds on the winning team and 5-1 to anyone brave enough to predict the final score AND who catches the snitch. There's no minimum bet set and I'm expecting to see a lot of money, since the lot of you seem to be so confident about the outcome, already. And for fucks' sake, if you're going to be a bloody tightwad, stay away.
I'll be taking bets until Thursday and ONLY through these journals. Any takers?
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| un; wednesday, october 22nd, 1997; hexed against staff, prefects and the head people |
[30 Jan 2008|02:51am] |
What's the easiest way to remove paint from your hands and robes without leaving any trace?
And by the way, if Filch asks, you don't know me and you've never, ever seen me.
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