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| Well, that isn't a surprise really. Canons are sticking to form at least. Shame their form is rubbish. There's always next season though!
Nice sun eh? I have the day off and I'm planning on adding to my freckle collection. Cider, more sandwiches than I can eat (well, maybe not) and the meadow to myself. Ace.
[Mates] Anyone going to that quidditch award dinner? Couldn't try and get me an autograph could you? I will bribe you with Honeydukes. |
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| [Bill] I apologised to George. Also, I'm going to meet Flint. George wants us all to meet him and I reckon it's a good idea. Though not all at once, that'd scare one of Charlie's dragons even.
How's Egypt? |
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| My brother is fucking a Slytherin. The same brother that shoved the Captain of their Quidditch team into a vanishing cabinet. What the ACTUAL fuck?
Then he has a right fucking go at me just because I expressed an opinion about it. The same fucking opinion he had, I might add, until he started getting banged by one.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
Well, fuck him and his fuck-buddy.
Fucks' sake.
Wanker.
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| [Mates]
A girl asked me out. She's pretty, but that makes me wonder why she's asking a lanky ginger out. Should I say yes do you reckon? |
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