Really sorry I haven't been updating and participating as much as I should have. My aunt died of cancer. I'm going to start easing myself back in, but I probably won't be around too much for a few days while my family and I try to deal with this.
Sorry.

Guh.
Just got a Howler from my stepmother, who apparently "didn't know" I wasn't coming home for the holidays. Apparently I'm a "no-good, worthless, dumb-arse layabout who'll never achieve anything in life and should just die to save his parents the effort."
...god I hate that fucking bitch.

Justin sat at the top of the stairs in the Astronomy tower, holding his head in his hands. He had - of course - gotten there in record time, and was now waiting for Hermione to appear. The sooner, the better - the Astronomy tower really creeped him out ( Read more... )

So I didn't go to Potions today. I slept instead. It's just Potions - I suspect I'm failing it, anyway. I'm sure Professor Snape was terrible as usual. Besides, I'm a growing boy, I need my sleep ( Read more... )

Justin lay back comfortably on his bed, already in his costume. Whilst he was acutely aware that it was being crinkled, he didn't particularly care. He could always fix it with a spell of some sort (exactly what he didn't know, but he was sure it'd come to him), he had intended to be one of the last students to arrive, anyway ( Read more... )

After much a little deliberation, Justin has decided that he shall indeed be going to the masquerade. Oh, doesn't that just make your day?

( omgcostume )

My first entry and... I have nothing particularly interesting to say. I suppose I'm just writing this for the sake of it... not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. I'm... tired. And not thinking straight. And too busy not doing homework to care that I'm tired and that my thinking is -
...rambling is fun.