I give it a week before everyone is paranoid. That's how it always goes with these things, isn't it?

You people and your freak outs.

Yes, it's sad that something happened to someone, but if you're not right directly connected to them you're wasting energy on being upset.

You know, I really think I might just call it quits after Christmas.

Maybe I'll just up and leave. Get Daddy to get me a tutor.

I think that might just be the way to go.

( Private to Romilda Vane )

Let's see, what has ben going on this week? Allow me to recap. BlahBlah no one likes sex ed: especially the puppies (also known as small children) who probably didn't have the slightest idea how the parts fit together anyway ( Read more... )

Suddenly, I really want a new dress.

Anyone know what day the Halloween Ball is this year (or have they done away with that because it condones sexual behavior or some nonsense)?

Charms was over and Piper didn't have any pressing homework. It gave her the rest of the day to just do whatever she wanted ( Read more... )

"Blahblah, number six, blah thirteen, blahblahblah." The 'blahs' were nearly becoming a little song for the 6th year. Piper was dangerously close to burning her Arithmancy book right there in the classroom. Why she'd stayed in it, she may never quite remember. Oh, right, she wanted out of Astronomy and Mother Dearest demanded six classes on Piper's ( Read more... )

I like the word "incompetent." It applies to so many different situations sometimes. Two different parents preaching incompetency to me. Oh, beautiful.

Of course, it gives me power over decisions. So liberating to know I can be in the Defense class I want even though my birthday isn't until January.

ooc: OKAY! This is Piper. Say hello. Now that ( Read more... )

A what ?
A test
A what?
A test

Oh, a test