[Written slowly and messily with the left hand ( Read more... )

Lily? Let's not break up or have enormous fights or whatever the hell else is going on with the entire rest of the school, eh?

I have never seen this much food in my life, and it's not even Christmas day yet. It's Padfoot's fault. Mum likes him better than me, apparently, since she's never flipped her gourd and made five different breakfasts before just because I did something apparently magnificently talented like come home from Hogwarts. Not five different things for ( Read more... )

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Fuck! I have to get her a Christmas present and that just now occured to me, for some stupid, stupid reason. Buggering bloody damnitall fuck, how did I forget her Christmas present?

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[Private to Lily]

Er. Lily. I'm doing this over the journals because that way you can't, you know, jinx me or yell at me, though I'm sure you could do that later, since we sort of live in the same tower in the same castle and er. So, y'know, it's not like we never see each other, and I realize writing it is stupid but it's safer thanRight, bugger ( Read more... )

If one more person asks me what's the matter I'm going to hex them so hard they'll be snorting cockroaches out of their nose for weeks. Just bloody leave me alone, alright?

Does Peeves seem more gleeful than usual to anyone else ( Read more... )

Holy shit, that was the loudest Howler I've ever heard in my life. That's counting the one from Mum that time I turned wossface into a gopher. I mean, damn. Bellatrix is a soul-sucking hellbitch. A loud one.

[Private]

The rest later. If I write it down right now I might jinx it. Figuratively speaking. But Lily--later.

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Hey, Evans!

[written very messily]

Nobody panic, I am no longer ill. I did just dislocate my shoulder and get a week's worth of detentions with McGonagall, but I am no longer ill.