(ooc: Auriga found her vodka at long last)

Men. So-called best friends. Ex-Ravenclaw coffee-addicts.

Horrible.

Evil.

Uncommunicative bastards.

Yes.

This book I've got here is very difficult to read. Oh, wait. It's upside down. I lie. It's not very hard to read at all.

And, students, sixth years, whiney children, the insane ones, please - ( Read more... )

There are two people - one of whom I respected and admired greatly - who now remind me of the ever so delightfully mature sixth years.

As for that canoodling couple who escaped me last night around about 2300 hours, believe me - when I discover your identity, you shall wish you had never crossed me and my tower. MY TOWER! MY POOR DEFILED TOWER! ( Read more... )

Mirror is in a rather peculiar mood, and has been screaming, "ALE!!! WIMMIN! Ach, ALE!" everytime I look into it. It's doing my head in, so I escaped my tower and am now lounging in the Staff Room have decided to go elsewhere, seeing as it's voice happens to be louder than mine, and it can't hear my half-empty threats to shatter it. I really do ( Read more... )

Ye gods. My mirror's sole vocabulary is "Ach", "N'ver!", "Wimmin!" and "ALE!" Thus, the following conversation transpired between it and I late last night after I'd finished some essay marking:

"My hair is frazzled," I stated, looking into the mirror.

"Ach," replied the mirror.

"I have bags underneath my eyes."

"N'ver!"

"Never, what? I'm getting ( Read more... )