Just about a week until the game, guys? Who's pumped? I'm not gonna make you practice on Monday or anything, 'cause I'm a nice guy, but I better see everyone on the pitch after class, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. We're gonna crush those guys, am I right ( Read more... )

So prefects are seriously on condom duty, huh? I dunno what Dumbledore is thinking, but that's hilarious. Do they seriously have to stand there and hand them out all night, or what? It's like "Hey, here ya go, think of me while you're doing it," "Oh okay, as long as you think about us doing it." Do they even get to use any themselves, or what ( Read more... )

Why's everyone talking about freaking Valentine's day already? It's not even February yet. Half of you don't even have girlfriends so I don't know why you care.

If it's gonna be like this for the next two weeks I'm throwing my journal out the window.

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[Added in later and in somewhat hesitant-looking handwriting]Oh yeah, and ( Read more... )

Dang, that match was vicious. I didn't know Ravenclaw had it in them. Y'know, I never seriously thought they were gonna win. Congrats ( Read more... )

Quidditch this weekend's gonna be awesome. Man, it feels like ages since there's been a game. Wish we were playing, though.

That was really... a lot of cake.

[Private to Botan]

[Some scribbles, and then:]

Can I tell you something? There's cake.

Whatever, I don't even care if Dad shows up. I just hope it's not like last year.

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I never want to leave.

Alfred spent the last of his money buying a nice present for his ex-girlfriend, so the following people get lumpy Christmas cake:

-Botan
-Everyone else on the quidditch team
-Lili
-Matthew
-Peter
-Katya

They may be lumpy and slightly burnt, but they were made with love. Love and ingredients Botan's mom bought him.