So, I rung up my mam and dad and told them that I would work in my dad's pub over Christmas to pay the damages for what I did- stocking shelves and that. I can't believe it was that bloody easy. Then Mam cried over the telephone. They're letting me go home to get my things together for school, so she must not be too mad at me ( Read more... )

This is brilliant! My Grandmother's Aunt's second cousin or some shite like that apparently kicked the bucket last night and everyone's driving to Charleville for the funeral. Somehow I convinced them to let me stay here, since I didn't know the old bag anyway. Me cousin Fergus is supposed to be keeping an eye on me. He reckons that if we go ( Read more... )

( DEAN SUSAN RON HARRY HERMIONE? ANYONE! )

I just wanted to let everyone know that I got in a fair bit of trouble last night and me aul fella hit the roof- don't you dare ask what I did. He's sending me to stay with me Gran and Grandad. Thinks I "might benefit from being away from the magical world for awhile". Pure awful, really. I expect I'll be drinking tea and visiting fecking ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Padma. I'd have mentioned it here earlier, but Hannah wouldn't share her bloody laptop. I had to chase her in circles for nearly an hour. Happily she wandered off to talk with Harry.

So anyway, Happy Birthday!

Padma? Would you come down out of that tower already? Bloody hell, it's cold down here waiting on the floor. I will be damned if I leave before you talk to me. I'm going to start tripping firsties any minute.

Did everyone make it back to the castle all right?

I heard some second and third years were hurt. Do we know who?

Do we actually know what happened?

I touch a girl's bum, I get whalloped. Everyone else does it, it's a game.

There's something terribly unfair in all of this.

Padma, I am retreating to study, as the world has clearly gone mad. Would you care to invest some tutoring time on a poor Irish lad again? That Charms lesson is brutal.

Hannah, that was completely uncalled for. Really, tripping a lad on his way to class just for commenting on your skirt? Shameful, really.

When Mum said come home for the holidays, we'll spend quality time together, I did not take her to mean 'I will work you like a mule refurbishing the upstairs'. I am not sure I'll ever feel right again. Bruises, bumps and sore muscles abound. Still, she seems happy enough about it, so I can't be rude.