I hate it when the Prophet prints something that I can't get out of my head. It's happened more times in my life than I care to admit to, but it hasn't happened in a while, or under circumstances like these.

A single, currently unknown, perpetrator...And there it is. That one line keeps coming back to me. It's too familiar, it rings of things ( Read more... )

So Jill and I have been in charge of the Banshee this week, and while I thought it might be dead given Zach's recent admissions, it's been surprisingly busy. I'm not sure if people were hoping to get a look at him, to figure out the how that we're all wondering about ourselves, or if they really do want to hex him to bits as he claims. Much as I ( Read more... )

So, another birthday. 26 this time, which didn't hit quite so hard as 25. Not because 25 is old, but because it's just odd to think of myself as 25. I'd just gotten used to it, in fact, and now we're on to 26 ( Read more... )

Hey, thanks for dinner last night, Hermione. It was brilliant. Maybe I ought to learn to cook? I'm all right with drinks, after all. I just don't really get what all the different spices are for, so many of them look the same to me ( Read more... )

I hate Portugal.

So apparently, WIZARG is playing the Banshee tomorrow. No, I don't know what Smith is drinking. I think he figures that since it's Easter, no one will be in the pub anyway. Nice tribute to Jesus, that.

No quidditch this weekend, owing to the holiday. Gave me lots of time to lounge about and read the papers this morning.

I've always thought the Banshee to be on the colourful side, thanks in part to Zach's partiality for glitter, but the clientele has always been fairly normal for wizarding sorts We don't get the drunken brawls that the Dog seems to attract, and even though I wish people would stop going to the toilets to have it off I suppose it's better than ( Read more... )

I keep running into people I'd really rather not. Tristan Greengrass, for example, who was in the Banshee last night for exactly one drink. The silence in the pub was sort of unbearable for that duration, and it was--for lack of a better word--creepy ( Read more... )

I hope everyone had a passable Christmas. It was mostly the usual for me: Christmas eve, day, and boxing day at the Burrow with the Weasleys. Remus showed up just in time for dinner on Christmas day, and Fleur made some weird seafood, and for the first time ever I ate more pudding than anyone else, even Charlie. It was a nice time ( Read more... )

So there's something of a big quidditch match on Saturday. I knew there would be, but I failed to remember exactly who it was against until Ron enlightened me. Ought to be an interesting event, at any rate, especially as Dorkins doesn't seem to think the match is significant enough to warrant double practices when it really fucking is. I suspect ( Read more... )