I've tried. I've really tried but I can't hate him. Even when he's walking around, those two goons behind him. Yeah, so Malfoy dissapears and Crabbe and Goyle decide to follow Mortale around instead. Before, I would've thought this would make me sick. To see that. But it doesn't. I just feel sorry for that stupid Italian dolt. Crabbe and Goyle can' ( Read more... )

Hear that? That's Filch. He's in the Hufflepuff Common room having a fit because someone hexed his coat (you know, that dirty thing) bright hot pink. No one's owning up to it though. I think pink rather suits him. Anyway, I thought we needed a change around this miserable place.

A lot has changed. What with the headmaster, the fake head boy, and the whole Filch being Head of Hufflepuff. He made me scour the floor the other day because there was a drop of ink on it from my quill. I feel rather like I've been sent to prison. My parents are trying to get me out but for some reason none of their owls are getting through. I ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot and I still don't know who to believe.

Does anyone have a pensieve I can borrow? Also, does anyone know if I could withdraw memories I can't remember?

I feel a little weird but other than that Zach's concert was the most fun I've had in a long while. I can't remember most of it but I can remember the important parts. Sort of. Great concert, Zach.

Avoiding the house for a few days. Just walking around. Sitting on benches. Breathing in air that isn't clogged with ( Read more... )

I'm about to go see Zach because he hasn't left Cho's side for a while now. Must be him being Head Boy and her being Head Girl or something. Anyway, I just found the robes I was wearing on the day ... the day that Hogwarts was attacked.

They smell awful. I'm mean, well, not that bad. They smell like sulfur and something flowery. Which is stumping ( Read more... )

Haven't seen many people for a while, so I thought I better just write here what I know ( Read more... )

You're all barking mad.

Am I the only one who realizes how close the OWLs are?

I hate homework. I hate the OWLs. I hate Zach's stupid cottage. I hate the library. I hate Potions. I hate being sick. I hate my tie. I hate my broomstick. I hate books. I hate pumpkin juice. I hate teddybears. I hate mangoes. I hate slugs. I hate wet towels. I hate the Ministry of Magic. I hate Rita Skeeter. I hate smelly socks. I hate studying. I ( Read more... )