Rebel With a Clue

I am utterly pretentious. And disgustingly hypocritical. Myself as a boggart? Ugh, how big of an ego do I have? I'm so full of myself

I think I'm going to be sick.

I wish I could actually go to the Quidditch games instead of hearing about them. Puddlemere's in, which ... isn't at all shocking. I think someone said that already, but I'm saying it again.

So, a few days ago I fought a boggart a came out the other side of it relatively unscathed. At least I didn't run from the room screaming or anything. Oh, speaking of, what is the crap that is Defence this week? Emmeline, I like your lessons waaaay better than old Frenchies.

What else. I don't know what else, actually. The weather's warming up a bit, which is always good, yeah? Exactly.

To sum up: I hate not watching Quidditch, Defence (or at least the old stuffy Frenchie who teaches it), and cold weather.

Also, The Quibbler's holding this writing thing that might be interesting. I could write about one of my dares. I wonder what sort of contrived bullshite people will send in. The Quibbler should consider posting an 'outtakes' section of the really horrid ones. Hrm.

Yes, I think I'm done now.

[Clara]
Know what my boggart is? Me. All dressed up and frilly and fancy and ... UGH! I fully blame you for that. I can't be scared of like, a werewolf or something NORMAL, no. Sheesh.

Right. You leave your son in his bouncy chair ALLLLLLLLLLLL night, and it's made public knowledge, I think everyone gets to laugh at you. Or mock you. Or be as sarcastic as they want. But that's just me.

But if you can't laugh at yourself, go ahead and be an arse.

That PSA being said, I am fucking sick and tired of studying. Done. All done. I give up. I'll just go protest everywhere, that'll make me happy. Or I'll just snark at people, that'll make me happy too. Actually holding a job? Doing what? I don't think there's anything out there that could possibly interest me.

I could go places and take pictures, but it's so much more thrilling when there's a dare behind it and gosh, there isn't really a job description like that is there? Besides, there's this whole good guys/bad guys thing going on now and that just leaves plenty of room for protesting bout, you know? Like the Ministry. If only something like that paid well. Or I had a trust fund. Clara, you should play the lottery, win, and give me some of the money. Then I can go cause ruckus at will.

For now, however, I will settle for my fucking Charms essay, which will have little to no effect on my life after Hogwarts at all. Ho hum. Such are the joys of attending a school, I suppose.

If anyone wishes to properly distract me from my essay, I'll be holed up in the library, as far from Madam Pince as I possibly can be.

[[Added just a moment later]]: Uppity little know-it-all? Ugh. I feel insulted. Most especially on the uppity, little, and know-it-all parts. I am not uppity! Or a know-it-all! You left you kid strapped to a chair all night, and you really want to claim some sort of high ground here?

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