I HATE YOU ALL.

I FEEL THAT WITH ALL THIS HALLOWEEN NONSENSE YOU NEEDED TO BE REMINDED.

I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT POTIONS IS A TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE UNNECESSARY CLASS. WHAT DO I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO MAKE POTIONS FOR? IF I NEED POTIONS, I CAN JUST PAY SOMEONE ELSE TO MAKE THEM FOR ME ( Read more... )

I AM VERY DISSAPPOINTED WITH HOW LONG IT TOOK THE SCHOOL TO GIVE ME A REPLACEMENT NOTEBOOK. MY MOTHER HAS ASSURED ME THAT A STRONGLY-WORDED LETTER IS ALREADY BEING SENT.

THE BIGGEST PROBLEM, HOWEVER, IS THAT CERTAIN PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SLANDERING MY NAME ( Read more... )

( Private to Scorpius (this is a somewhat expensive store-bought charm his mother sent him, but Marius did not feel like reading the rather large instruction manual it came with, so any intrepid explorer could probably break it easily) )

HUFFLEPUFF HAS CERTAINLY CHANGED SINCE MY MOTHER'S DAY. I HAVE COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT IT IS NOW PEOPLED WITH UNCIVILIZED ROGUES WHO HAVE NO SENSE OF HOSPITALITY.

I HATE IT HERE. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I HATE YOU ALL? ESPECIALLY YOU, PERVERTED WEASLEY. Maybe not you so much, Kid-who-takes-offense-to-my-capitalization. SEE WHAT I DID THERE ( Read more... )

ARE ALL WEASLEYS MOLESTORS?

I HATE THAT HAT AND I HATE YOU ALL AND I HATE THIS STUPID THING AND I HATE THE STUPID GARISH FURNITURE IN THIS STUPID STUPID ROOM. THERE ARE WEASLEYS EVERYWHERE AND SO MUCH RED AND I THINK I AM GOING BLIND ( Read more... )