WELL.
If this is my welcome, can I go away for three days every day?
Kidding, kidding. Well... all right so the trip was INTERESTING ( Read more... )

I saw red sparks ( Read more... )

It's that time again, lads.

All last-minute bets should be placed here! As of 2:20, betting is officially closed, so get the lead out!

So that NO FOUL PLAY can be held against me, I'm going to keep tabs on the scores. So if any of you all doubt the facts, stop locking your Natter up and trying to strangle it from the bedpost and look HERE:

01. Gryffindor scores - Helen McGuffin (G-10, H-0) (BRILLIANT!)
02. Gryffindor scores - Ginny Weasley (G-20, H-0) (THAT'S MY GIRL!!03. ( Read more... )

Have already talked to most about this, but as a catch all ( Read more... )

Today should be interesting at the Weasley home. It's Mr Weasley's birthday and Ginny & Ron have (with my all-things-Muggle know how) bought him a toaster. Our original plan was a microwave, which would've been infinitely cooler for everyone involved, but then we thought it might not be so cool for whatever poor creatures he (innocently enough) ( Read more... )

A ruddy brilliant Ravenclaw win feels just ten times better when you're getting paid for it. Although I do feel a little guilty taking losses from the first and second years, but they shouldn't've been gambling (AND FOR SLYTHERIN) in the first place. That's a lesson, that is ( Read more... )

Whatever happened to the good old days when people bet on Quidditch games?
I am shocked at the lack of gambling and general unlawfullness going on in the stands.

So. Who wants to take some bets on the next match?
Neville? I know you want to.

We're... in London. Somewhere. I thought I knew where I was going and I'm pretty sure I still do, but I can't let the Weasley's know I'm lost. Ron will, I'm sure, rip my head right off my body and use it for football--badly, just to spite my death ( Read more... )

Seamus you are so, so dead. Bloody fecking brilliant, but dead.

I am proud to have had such a brilliant best mate. Such a shame you'll be dead upon (not) waking.
What a way to go, though.