This week. Do NOT even get me started. My beautiful, white silk blouse is now ruined, my toe is still sore from stubbing it getting out of bed, AND DON'T THINK I HAVEN'T FOUND THAT NOTE YOU WROTE ABOUT ME BULSTRODE! I KNOW IT WAS YOU! YOU SHOULD BE MORE CAREFUL WHOM YOU BADMOUTH. AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I DO NOT HAVE A PIG NOSE NOR DO I HAVE BIG ( Read more... )

NO ONE WILL BE THROWING MY CAT! I'M WARNING YOU ALL, IF YOU EVEN SO MUCH AS TOUCH CONSTANTIA, I WILL USE YOUR INTESTINES FOR MITTENS. And I do so enjoy knitting ( Read more... )

( Owl to Antoine )

( Hexed Private )

I honestly think this dance is the most idiotic idea in the history of idiotic ideas. Still, I'll be attending. It'll give me something to complain about, and, to be honest, I haven't had very much to complain about as of late. It'll be amusing to see who pairs up with who. Though it's not very hard to guess the pairs ( Read more... )

I'm absolutely going to scream. I'm surprised I haven't already. This cannot be happening to me! I mean, I like my hair. Why does this have to happen to me? It could've at least happened to someone who doesn't matter much, like, for example, a Hufflepuff.

( MY HAIR IS PINK!!! )

All right, who wrote "slag" on my forehead in black ink? This is not at all acceptable and I demand to know who did this. I'm not particularly mad that I was called a slag, but rather more upset that there is ink on my forehead. First of all, I'm not a slag. I do not sleep around and prostitute myself. I have much more class than that, although I ( Read more... )

It is my cat's birthday, therefore you are obliged to wish her a happy birthday. She will be extremely hurt if you don't, and possibly attack someone. Just ask the first year that tried to pat her head. He was lucky his hand was still intact... for the most part, anyway. I think she's sulking right now and planning her next attack. It's not as if I ( Read more... )

I think Millicent knocked me out. I can't remember. The last I can recall is her running into the common room screaming about Hortence and throwing random objects at me. "You're going to die, you self-righteous slag!" is the last I remember her saying (I guess the whole cat situation bothered her). And then I woke up with a black eye and a few ( Read more... )

I think I've just killed Millicent's cat. It was an accident. Seriously! Every cat knows they're not supposed to drink mysterious bottles filled with questionable liquids that happen to be lying around. So sorry, Millicent. It's really his fault. Plus, that monster lovely feline wasted my last bottle of necrosis potion. Besides, you can always get ( Read more... )