Tragically, I believe my dear old chum Zacharias appears to have been involved in a horrible accident involving a mirror and a vat of hair gel, and therefore it is entirely possible that he will not be able to attend this Hogsmeade weekend. Therefore, in his absence I will merely have to try my best to show Miss Lavender Brown (and friend, if she ( Read more... )

Tell me:

How many of you actually think I'm a smart arse?

All this talk lately is getting ridiculous, so I might as well disprove this once and for all.

Whoever thinks tampering with the stairwells is bloody funny has another thing coming. It seems to me like some sort of slipping thing was put on them, causing me to fall on my arse, and NEARLY spraining my bloody wrist again. To the idiot who's responsible for this: you better hope I don't find out who you are, or I'll either hex you into next ( Read more... )

Never fear, fair denizens of Hogwarts-- your Twister Champ has returned.

I must say, that turned out far more interesting than expected. The spots on people were a rather nice touch, I think. No pun intended.

Lavender's muffins are superb.

Well, this is absolutely thrilling, isn't it?

Honestly, people-- you'd think these journal things would be the next sliced bread the way you lot are always on about it. Oh well, I suppose that only means I haven't missed much.

And oh yes, if anyone wants me to explain the concept of Twister to them, I'll be around all night.

HonestlyI am fairly ( Read more... )