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Guten tag Abend, alle.

Austria's nice. The beer is better.

I'm not dead.

and surprisingly I did relatively well on my NEWTs though I just got my scores about three hours ago. The fucking owl found me. It looked nearly dead, I think it might be. It's still collapsed in the corner.

Dad hasn't left me alone for the past two days and only until Mum made him leave me alone did he finally shut his mouth and eat his Easter dinner. I don't think he believes me that I'm on the proper track for NEWTs, and I don't really know that I believe it myself at this point ( Read more... )

I don't feel eighteen years old, but there was a wicked party for it, so I must be ( Read more... )

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Aren't I supposed to be an uncle soon or something?

Fuck.

I'm cutting off my hair.

WHO THE FUCK TOOK MY F
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If anyone ever wanted to know how Victoria Pucey's recipe for shortcake tastes, just ask Rosalind. She knows firsthand.

Me, on the other hand, I was just trying not to lose my breakfast at the sight of her digging her face into my plate.

So whose party is going to have the most liquor tonight?

So everyone don't forget to ask Octavian how his morning was.