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This is the first year I've not been tempted to make a record of my voice saying "Graham, shut up" in a loop for the purpose of saving my vocal chords from the constant exercise. The first upside to NEWTs, I suppose.

The Christmas haul was as it's always been. Studying is exactly as you'd expect it to be. Dull and mind-numbing, but necessary.

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Now, what's really weird is when I return from Prefect Patrols to find my cousin singing 'God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs'. And no, this isn't Eleanor that I am referring to.

Speaking of Ella, apparently her parents have given in and purchased her tickets to see some band right after term breaks out, and apparently I absolutely have to go. We ( Read more... )

FUCKING HELL, FRED WEASLEY!

If you EVER pull that EVER again, I will HEX you until your fucking LIPS drop off!

It's difficult to think of something to say that doesn't revolve around the subjects of Quidditch, Umbridge or the general Bad Behaviour between those Who Do Not Need To Be Named, Really. Oh, I had an interesting tidbit on Snape - but that's directly related to one of the aforementioned and thereby is ground I refuse to walk on. So, really I don't ( Read more... )

Thank you, Saorla, for those lovely cupcakes. Despite the fact that pink is a rather unpopular colour, this year in particular, they vanished not very long after Warrington determined they were rather good. I enjoyed those which I managed to eat. Unfortunately, I did not keep a good lookout and I believe a majority of them rest in Croyle's stomach ( Read more... )

Well, I haven't touched this thing in a while. I mean, no wonder, really ( Read more... )

Officially handed over the ten galleons I owed Ella in losing the bet regarding whether Croyle could get off the ground in try-outs or not today ( Read more... )

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