Bloody fucking Prefect duties are going to make me miss the party. Buggering hell! I needed to get a good party under my belt, too. I've been so out of it lately... I feel like all I do is make my rounds, go to classes, eat, and sleep. I need some fireworks, some fun, some excitement, some-fucking-thing!

And, to make everything just that much ( Read more... )

Damn, I've been out of it lately. Damn near fell of my broom during practice. And classes are keeping me fucking busy with all the bloody assignments. Who the hell told me to be an Auror ( Read more... )

Five things unknown no one else knows about Charlotte Cavendish ( Read more... )

Fucking fuck.

You'd think parents would be proud of their daughter who was made a Prefect, right? I know I'd be proud ( Read more... )

Bloody fucking hell!

A Firebolt. Dad sent me a Firebolt. I knew he was damn proud of my making Captain, but... a Firefuckingbolt!

Just when I was ready to write them off as completely useless, the Cavendishes go and do this.

Off to fly my bollocks off. You know... if I actually had bollocks. Just an expression. That I think I only now invented. ( Read more... )

Bye NP. I've got to bounce out of here. I guess I really am a damn Hufflepuff because I'm nothing if not fiercely loyal to my friends... LJ or real life. Heh. Who knew?

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