No one go skating - the lake isn't safe!

Skye smirked. She was liking her smirk recently, it looked quite adult and superior. She wouldn't ever admit that she practised smirking. She was standing outside, wrapped up warm in her best coat and a matching set of scarf and gloves, holding a boot with skates on in each gloved hand. She hadn't been waiting long, but the cold was already ( Read more... )

Back at school. Ugh. And so far lessons are a bore, and so are the Hufflefreaks and Gryffindorks.

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Things have been so hectic this year that I've hardly had any chance to write here. Now everyone's preparing for the annual ball on Monday night, and I'm exhausted.

My Christmas was lovely. Mother got me a new gown to wear on Monday, and it's so grown-up.

How are you? No, not you, you're not a decent person.

Cannot wait for the holidays. Cousin Lissy is coming to stay again, and it'll all be great fun. Then there's the annual dinner my parents hold - and I'm certainly allowed to go this year.

And maybe there'll be snow too.

So I was posting a comment in Micky's (at the_new_class - go join!!!) journal and it had some amusing adverts down the side that I thought I'd share.


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I feel really sick. I feel tired and my head rings whenever I move it. And I'm cold and not cold, and I want to stay in bed.

Ughhhh.

It's not nice, no it's not.

People are insane.

Did anyone see that article in the paper? I knew there was something up with Potter, and his being re-sorted was a big anvil-sized clue.

Didn't know he was you-know-who reincarnated though.

Bet all you Hufflefreaks are cowering in your last-season's shoes.

Potter's a Slytherin?

Ew. He'll never be one of us. Never.