Bloody hell, do the two of you write obits every year?

I'm already placing bets on who's dead.. any last wishes when it comes to the amount?

Apparently the Head Boy has gone insane. I was sitting in the common room, revising an essay, when all of a sudden he and his usual gaggle of blokes came rushing by.

Accompanied by Evans, who was slung bodily over Potter's shoulder.

Frankly, I don't want to know.

I got an owl from mum at breakfast today, me oldest sister's getting hitched this summer ( Read more... )

I once knew a bird who liked to bite. I didn't mind, not really, as it was all in good fun; and she was really quite fit.

SHE WAS NOT A MAD BOOK, HOWEVER.

SHE DIDN'T GO FOR THE TWIG 'N' BERRIES.

I'll never be the same after this. I'm half tempted to blame Regulus and move on, but it seems this book thing is the only thing I can accuse.

WOT

OI, it was all well and good to hex off my hair but CABBAGE?!

German condiments will NOT be harvested from me head, mate

NOT ON

Miss Prewett, would you do me the honour of visiting me some weekend in Birkenhead this summer?

Or at least sending me an owl or two?

dear frank "spankypants" longbottom,

i'm sorry i "stole" your bird and you had to go gay.

fraternally,

kingsley "the king" shacklebolt

remus lupin, i never knew you had it in you.

cheers, mate!

i haven't decided if i want to go home for the holiday or not. i know the minute i set foot in the house and say a word every single person in there is going to laugh their head off at me.

which really isn't anything new. sometimes i hate being the youngest boy.

things are quiet around here. too quiet. makes me nervous.

sirius, can i have a bit of a chat with you later?