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Theodore Nott ([info]tiedinanott) wrote,
@ 2008-02-02 06:40:00


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October 24, 1997, morning

[Slytherins]


Can anyone perhaps enlighten me as to why we have to waste space by allowing Hufflepuffs to live? I need some sort of logical explanation, perhaps one that could leave me resigned to a fact I can do nothing about, if I wish to get through my evening without doing something I might regret in the near future.

[Private to self]

I have the complete misfortune of being paired with one Susan Bones for Astronomy. She perhaps defines a stereotypical Hufflepuff, and it's completely disgusting. Though shockingly, she has the backbone to imply to the entire student population that having me as a partner might RUIN Astronomy for her. Bones, pudding, no one cares.
I doubt I can resist hitting her with something if she even dares counter me during this meeting. Merlin, I don't think I can even stomach having her within five feet of myself for more than a few seconds.

To the brilliant mind that assigned me my lovely partner, a hearty FUCK YOU to you.


On a less irritating note, I am going to the Ball with Daphne Greengrass. I find it completely odd that I am looking forward to this affair, when I usually despise occasions like this. I have my reasons, however, though it's surely not for the dressing up or socializing part. The mere thought makes me cringe. Two have given me their word that I shall be kept informed of their plans for the occasion, pranks and the like, and just envisioning them in my head is like a tickle to my  soul. I'm sure more are planning ways to ruin the Ball. With people like Malcom Baddock alive, I am almost certain I wouldn't be left disappointed...


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Tracey.
[info]tiedinanott
2008-02-17 09:37 am UTC (link)
Of course. Although I would wish to delay that day when people will permanently address me as such. It's too... formal. I do believe I'm still young. I need to earn the right to be called Mr. Nott.

My immune system is amazing. I think that's it.

Yes, I'm afraid so. Nothing interesting happens at all any more.

Or have a cold glass of butterbeer perhaps? It may be too late to Hex a good number of worthless Huffies. Tomorrow, maybe? What do you think?

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Theodore.
[info]missdavis
2008-02-17 09:46 am UTC (link)
Of course Mr. Not Theo darling.

Butterbeer sounds fabulous. As does hexing Puffies tomorrow.

Do you have any Butterbeer love? Or should we go down to the kitchens?

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Tracey.
[info]tiedinanott
2008-02-17 09:50 am UTC (link)
Darling? Great.

It does, actually. I know where the butterbeers are conveniently located in the kitchens. Perhaps we can make a quick stop there...

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