Uneventful.

Such is life.

Dearest Bilius,

Perhaps I should have sent you a tarantula instead.

Love,

Millicent

p.s. You are such a nancy girl.

Well.

I just thought I'd put up an obligatory post.

Mandy, Lisa, and I did some stuff tonight. It was entertaining.

I can't seem to fall asleep.

So I shall read.

There.

Thank you.

So.

I harass people.

I wear too much eyeliner.

I talk in riddles.

I can also read minds.

Furthermore, if you're feeling bored, it means that I am reading your mind.

C'est vraiment? Oui.

I will admit that despite everything, Pansy grotesquely mispronounciating two syllable words brings a smile to my lips.

I'm not going to ask why I just saw Zacharias Smith hobbling in hallways, limping and carrying an economy sized bucket of Gilderoy Lockhart super conditioner.

You may want to be a bit careful when dealing with mad blondes, Finch-Fletchley.

RONALD WHATEVERYOURMIDDLENAMEIS WEASLEY.

YOU ARE A MORON.

THANK YOU. THIS IS THE END OF A HOGWARTS PSA.

Twist what, exactly?

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