Roger looked at his Brigid statue. He felt embarrassed that Mike had assumed he was some sort of Christian. Was his faith so tiny and neglected? He sighed. It wasn't his fault the Christians had a saint of the same name. He knew he was a bit shy and private, and that he over compensated for that by being a bit bubbly and talkative at odd times ( Read more... )

Roger wrote in his diary, scribbling furiously while at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall.

( Egypt!!!!!!!!! )

Goddamn that Pucey! I could fucking kill him! I cannot believe what he did today during the match. He's a fucking animal.

Oh why am I so angry? We won didn't we? And Cho smiled at me, didn't she?

Pucey 50 pts.
Davies 40 pts.

That's why I'm so mad. He fucking cheated and Hooch, blind old witch, didn't see it!

And he blurted me, but she made me ( Read more... )