Wow... well, then. It's done. I can't say how I did on the exams, as I'm still a bit in shock that we're FINISHED. I think it's high time for a cigarette bit of relaxation ( Read more... )

The Prefect shifts were... interesting. That's the most tactful way of putting it, really. I'm sure that one of them would have been much better had we not run into Tracey, Smith and an unnamed (for their protection) snogging couple in the broom closet ( Read more... )

Wasn't at the match this past weekend, because there were more important things to do in the form of the ten-foot essay notating, comparing and contrasting the histories, forms and uses of Celtic Runes versus Egyptian Hieroglyphs. That being said, well-played, Ravenclaw. I suppose you're the lesser of the two evils in some ways, when it comes to ( Read more... )

So it seems as though my evil twin with the bastardised name "blashies zabisnish" is to kick the proverbial horned toad bucket in the near future. I'm so honoured to be the party of such a fascinating prediction.

( Private to NON-SERIOUS Divination students )

I have never been so appalled.

What pisses me off the most, though, is the fact that it really wasn't MY doing, and this brings my mark for the whole term down an entire letter. And none of this would have happened had someone not been an absolute twat.

Weaselby, you are so dead. Let me assure you, no amount of hiding behind Granger's skirts ( Read more... )

Career consultations were very productive. Professor McGonagall has my thanks for her input, and my sympathy for dealing with all of us arrogant sods all in the span of a week.

Also congratulations to those who made the cast for that production of MacMillan and Patil's.

That aside... FUUUUUUUUCK. What in the hell am I supposed to do with the ( Read more... )

I am suddenly seized by a feeling of empathy for the sultan in the tale of the White Elephant ( Read more... )

Well then. Thank fuck for these journals. I'm fairly sure that if I actually had to TALK to certain people face to face on a regular basis either there would be bloodshed or the rampant stupidity might become contagious and spread like a disease, in which case I'd have to off myself. Fucking Gryffindors and their fucking judgmental holier than thou ( Read more... )

Moody, you bastard!

Weasley, if you jeopardise my current class standing or make me do all the research or turn in papers that smack of Granger-tinted plagiarism, so help me the paintball trick will look like child's play in comparison to what will befall you I'll kick your lazy arse ( Read more... )

I honestly don't give a fuck who wins tomorrow at the Quidditch, but best of luck to the lovely lady who will be doing the commentary.

( Private to Apocalypse )