Well, that was...unique. And that's a nice way to put it, I suppose ( Read more... )

Report as of three days into summer hols ( Read more... )

People have returned from seemingly-life long comas and the apparent dead, heroics and/or villainy have been acted out once more and someone who was at least moderately involved in the murder of the family of one of my oldest friends has been defeated, and what do I find myself worried about ( Read more... )

So...

Are we supposed to be pretending that everything is normal now, or is that not until next month?

I mean, I would not wish to be out of date.

Well, then.

I always knew you couldn't trust Malfoy. I am less than overjoyed at having been proven correct in these circumstances, however.

After a week which has included arguments, attacks by both flora and fauna, stupidity, intense hatred of my Housemates with very few exceptions, and tales of murder and/or heroics from others, I find myself at the moment completely beyond a level I can handle, am incredibly exhausted, and plan to be hiding somewhere in the vicinity of the Ravenclaw ( Read more... )

It's strange how fast things can go from absolute panic and horror and stress to a fair impersonation of normalcy. On more levels than I can count ( Read more... )

Things are odd.

All apologies.

All sympathies.

What else can I say?

I can't take this kind of thing happening. Again.

This morning saw my mother, Martha and Aunt Gemma off to church for Easter services. Having far better things to do than go and kiss the arse of someone who died almost two-thousand years ago, if he existed at all, I stayed home and had a rather restful morning sleeping in, reading, revising, and, eventually, arguing with graduate students ( Read more... )