With all of the wonders of modern medicine, you'd think healing wouldn't itch so much ( Read more... )

How I adore reading the fascinating discourse of my peers in the community. It is not merely enough that I get to read their inspired words themselves-- no, it is infinitely more enthralling when they quote ambiguous poetry.

Certain people ought to just wear 'WE ARE DEEP' badges to match their 'WE ARE EVIL' banners.

Some people are utterly tasteless.

If there is anything I can do for you, Molly and Arthur, don't hesitate to ask.

Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw today. I think it goes without saying that if the pitch ends up covered in thousands of splinters of broomstick again, I will be less than pleased. Much less ( Read more... )

So, you remember I said I was going to make an effort not to mock anyone ( Read more... )

I hate Filch's cat.

Also, obviously the words "1917 original patina" mean nothing to the inhabitants of this castle. My Silver Arrow. Swept. The FLOOR.

I emerge from the deep, dank depths-- oh wait, that's Sevvie's dungeons.

Let's try again. Overstuffed cushions are the most comfortable things in the entire world to fall asleep all curled up together on. I fear Sibyll has invaded my brain with satisfyingly suspicious incense, rather positive tarot readings, and most of all chocolate. This ( ( Read more... )

Oh my. Erm. Early Christmas present from Sibyll dictates I--

oh hell, why should I bother typing this. and why am I still here and not in the tower. I'm um, going there now.

Isn't this fascinating. Remus is leaving, for an "indefinite" period of time, for inexplicable reasons; just at the time Sevvie showed his true colors and managed to throw a hissy fit, all in the span of twenty four hours. I'm very unimpressed with the latter party. Ho hum, it all chalks up to just another day of time-honored Hogwarts drama ( Read more... )

Who is this disheveled creature I see, attempting to quietly sidle out of one R. J. Lupin's suite? It would be so much easier to discern identity if there weren't two of them running around. (I suspect there may be even more. They reproduce like rabbits, you know, the garden variety of Snape.) I suspect Sevvie's (whichever one it may have been, but ( Read more... )