Bad week, bad bad week.
Hullo, who died? I just got back from the hospital wing and everyone is gibbering about something or another. Oh well. Sirius is okay now, in case anyone doesn’t know by now. It’s bloody crowded in there, what the hell? Madam Pomfrey is going insane and she shoved a mountain of chocolates and cards into my face and shooed me out of the room. Mental, that one. Who sent me all these Chocolate Frogs anyway? And a card from Parkinson? What the sod does she want?! And three from Eloise and a poem... Huh?
And where on earth is Ginny?! I hope Torik is with her, he really likes Dante for some strange reason. I heard from Professor Lupin that they’re going to confiscate Torik, but why the bloody hell for?! It is the size of a Snitch! What sodding harm can it do? Peck off all your eyebrows while you’re asleep?! I burnt myself, dammit! It’s not Torik’s fault, that stupid thing could hardly light a match! Well, I was trying out a spell to sort of, uh, makemyessaylonger BUT IT OBVIOUSLY DIDN’T WORK and the parchment caught fire and so did my sleeves. THAT’S why I has to go get my right hand bandaged up, THAT’S all! Torik is a gift from Professor Lupin, HE wouldn’t give me something dangerous! SO BLOODY GIVE MY DRAGON BACK!
Typing with my only left hand is taking years so I won’t update much about what happened this week. Oh wait, Fred taught me a typing spell once, let’s see if it’ll-
Ron Weasley still sleeps with the lights on and named his first pet Booger.
He is also pretty darn stupid to use this spell I taught him, ha ha ha!
No need to try the delete button, Ronnikins, it doesn’t work.
Have a nice day!
...?!?!
FRED BLOODY WEASLEY, SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR KIDNEYS! I’M RIPPING IT OUT AND PLAYING SODDING QUIDDITCH WITH IT ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!
NOW I have to go hunt for Torik and Hermione and send a howler to my dearest brother.
And where on earth is Ginny?! I hope Torik is with her, he really likes Dante for some strange reason. I heard from Professor Lupin that they’re going to confiscate Torik, but why the bloody hell for?! It is the size of a Snitch! What sodding harm can it do? Peck off all your eyebrows while you’re asleep?! I burnt myself, dammit! It’s not Torik’s fault, that stupid thing could hardly light a match! Well, I was trying out a spell to sort of, uh, makemyessaylonger BUT IT OBVIOUSLY DIDN’T WORK and the parchment caught fire and so did my sleeves. THAT’S why I has to go get my right hand bandaged up, THAT’S all! Torik is a gift from Professor Lupin, HE wouldn’t give me something dangerous! SO BLOODY GIVE MY DRAGON BACK!
Typing with my only left hand is taking years so I won’t update much about what happened this week. Oh wait, Fred taught me a typing spell once, let’s see if it’ll-
Ron Weasley still sleeps with the lights on and named his first pet Booger.
He is also pretty darn stupid to use this spell I taught him, ha ha ha!
No need to try the delete button, Ronnikins, it doesn’t work.
Have a nice day!
...?!?!
FRED BLOODY WEASLEY, SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR KIDNEYS! I’M RIPPING IT OUT AND PLAYING SODDING QUIDDITCH WITH IT ONCE I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!
NOW I have to go hunt for Torik and Hermione and send a howler to my dearest brother.