Someone needs to get rid of that blasted mistletoe. It's not infected with Nargles sorry Lu, but it's not but Cad, you're not the only tall bloke in the school ( Read more... )

Some people have no sense of shame. Yes, the seventh year couple I saw rolling around and tearing off each others clothes in the snow across from the Shrieking Shack, that means you. My only consolation is that you're not from my own house and I don't have to look at that every evening while I'm doing my Ancient Runes homework ( Read more... )

That's it. I'm putting in for a transfer to Beauxbatons. I speak the language, and I know that French girls kiss too, but only on the cheek.

Don't care if I'm no longer three years old. Lu is so kissing me better for this.

And I thought that tongue wasn't part of the agreement! You lied, Patil, you lied.

260-70!

Oh, what the hell. Who feels like a second party?

And no, I have not been kidnapped, put under the Imperius Curse or replaced by someone who actually likes first years. But 260-70!

Susan, that was a top penalty save you made against Corner early on git never properly got his confidence back. And Hannah, you held your own against three ( Read more... )

I never thought that I'd be saying this on the eve of a match against Ravenclaw, but some of you Gryffindors make that pink-clad nancing twat look positively sane. When your founder instilled the concept of chivalry into your house, he obviously forgot a few crucial points that go along with it. NAMELY THE CONCEPT OF WINNING GRACIOUSLY which I hope ( Read more... )

I never really saw the allure of these Muggle sports, but the football tournament that Boot organised is beginning to grow on me. Who knows, I might even learn the rules well enough to commentate for the final if there was enough of a crowd. I never thought a sport that only has one ball could be so interesting, and perhaps it would be even more so ( Read more... )

Well, I wasn't expecting to have to play quite this early. We usually don't have our first game until late November. At the very earliest I'll take you, Corner.

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( Private to the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team )

Alright then. Who exactly gave Luna coffee?

And what the deuce is going on with Parvati and flowers? Every single class I've had with her today, we've been interrupted by the same twitty owl delivering a single white rose on the hour, and it's a bloody distraction and getting bloody annoying and it makes me feel guilty because I still haven't made ( Read more... )

Well, I really hope that this football tournament Boot from Ravenclaw is organising gives you all a new hobby and outlet for your considerable excesses of energy. Because some of you appear to need it. Badly ( Read more... )

Very unHufflepuff of me, but then, I'm not exactly my regular self right now anyway. Someone clearly wants to die a very painful and prolonged death.


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