( And proof of where loyalties lie )

( Have a peek if you feel like being deaf, blind and horribly disfigured for the rest of your life )

Three nights of fucking detention. And with Hagrid of all people, the man's a sadist. I'm feeling a need to wear dragonhide gloves tonight, I have no idea what cruelty he's going to force on us, and I can only find one of my old pair, I don't want to wear the new ones. I only got them over the hols.

( Brewing up trouble )

( Thinking on paper )

( Walking back to the Common Room )

*snort* Almost a dozen first years are bright pink. Ye gods, it hurts to look at them... But, someone is wandering around the school with black palms, I've got all week to find them. After the last pranks some wankers pulled, one can't be too careful...

It seems I have a stalker secret admirer. What is the world coming to?

I need a restricted section pass. I'll bring it up with the Professor after breakfast, it's suicide to approach the man before coffee.

Severus stormed into the room and dropped heavily onto his bed.

"Damnit, half my lab equip-ahh-" he broke off in a sneeze. "Half my fucking equipment is beyond useless!"

The common room is a mess, most of my potions stock is RUINED and I can't stop sneezing. Three more and I believe I may kill someone.