To Whom It May Concern,

This is me, Michael Corner, officially complaining about Ms Padma Patil over the detention I received yesterday. I was given this detention for calling Vincent Crabbe names via the journals, something Head Boy Ernie said was BAD. I'm not saying I didn't call him names, because I did and I stand by everything I said ( Read more... )

( Private. About as close to thoughts as Michael gets. )

WHO THE FUCK BROKE MY GUITAR??

Ernie, can you tell your firsties to stop insulting my guitar skills? Just because I'm not playing Weird Sisters, they think I'm obviously rubbish. This bloody guitar is the only thing keeping me sane, AND it's my bloody common room in the first place, so kindly shut them up before I have to hex them.

Please?

It's kind of cold of me, but after all the rubbish that's just happened, all I can think is, "Will I still be able to play records in the Room of Requirement?" And I still want to go off and rant about these new records I got for Christmas - vintage Le Fay, Vinetower, Cracked Bells. But I guess I should show a little restraint for once ( Read more... )

Dear Father Christmas:

Please make everything not-complicated and not-rubbish again.

Love,
Michael.

I think I can remember the last time my head hurt this much. It's when I fell out of a tree.

Ow. Writing hurts my eyes. Excuse me, but I have to go crawl into a hole and die now. See you after.

I haven't been much thinking about Parvati anything. Mostly just playing guitar, having a few drinks every now and then. Kind of bored, though.

Anyone want to do anything? Because all this sitting around can't be healthy. Anyone feel like getting completely plastered? Or whatever you lot do for fun? Please, I'm going completely mental-ohfuckthis

Just because you know you're about to fly into a tree won't stop it hurting.

Oh, Merlin's bloody beard.

Can't ANYONE in this school stay straight? Anyone at all??