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[mari_the_sneak]

I'm in love.

That madly-deaply-heart-throbbing-paulse-raceing-breathtakeing-in-over-my-head-sitting-on-clouds-floating-on-air-never-want-to-touch-the-ground kid of love. And his name is Oliver Wood he is absolutly brilliant. After the night I had. Merlin...you'd be in love with him too. *sigh

Comments

[theworldofvain]

Will there be chocolate vodka and cake?

Hells yes, Edgecombe.

Can I get drunk?

Not if Granger's looking at you.

And I don't know. I don't want to think about it. I really don't.

[mari_the_sneak]

Since when did we have to listen to Hermione? [No offense 'Mione, love you to pieces.]

Neither do I...but I can't help it.

[bloodserpent]

Chocolate vodka? You mean people actually have flavours in it?

Pussies.

[mari_the_sneak]

Ew. Anyone know how to clean out these journals?

Mine has been contaminated.

[bloodserpent]

Once again, you prove you are the master of snappy retorts. Well done, Edgecombe.

[mari_the_sneak]

*rolls eyes*

Bugger off Zabini. Your, clearly, not wanted here.

[__prefectgirl]

Oh, why not. Everyone should join the alcohol bandwagon. It wouldn't feel like the end of the year if everyone didn't pass out on the Quiddich field.

[theworldofvain]

I'm in shock. Is that really you talking, Granger? Have the NEWTs completely done you over?

[__prefectgirl]

Does it really matter what I say? You guys wanna go celebrate graduation by throwing up and getting taken advantage of, go ahead. You're graduates now, I can't stop you.

[theworldofvain]

Oh all right, don't get your knickers in a twist, we just got done with those bloody tests.

[scottishandsexy]

I love you too, Mari.

And who is that bloody ponce bugging you?

[mari_the_sneak]

You do not......do you?

Ugh. It's Blaise Zabini. He's an insufferable git, a Slytherin, and doesn't know when to bugger off. He's almost as bad as the old Malfoy who is actually quite decent and tolerable now.