Is the school year over with? Seriously, the anticipation to take these stupid N.E.W.T.s is killing me. I didn't think it was possible to give out this much homework. I can't remember a night that I haven't gone to bed before two am.

Got into another row with Hannah last night. I think I did it for good this time. Great. Good job Macmillan ( Read more... )

I love being a Prefect. You know, just for the record.

Um, if anyone just so happened to be in the fourth floor corridor when a bag of dungbombs went off....sorry it wasn't me.

And uh...I seem to have split my school bag. Hannah, will you fix it for me? Please?

How dare he. How dare he dance with my girl. But then again it's not like he stole her, she went along. Hannah what the hell? Is there something I should know about? AND HIM OF ALL PEOPLE. If it were going to be anyone, why not Justin, or Michael, or Terry? What in the world prompted all of this. I'm so bloody confused. I tried asking Jones ( Read more... )

I am bored.

That is all.

Tonight should be fun. I guess. I think the girls are making a big deal out of it. I mean, it's cool and all that we even get one, but I don't know. I guess I just don't "get it". Put on something that doesn't have holes in it, look nice, have some fun. I'm not sure why every girl in the house is freaking out about makeup and junk.

( Owl to Miss Hannah Jane Abbott )

( Hexed to all Hufflepuffs )