Happy birthday Susan. Sorry it's so miserable ( Read more... )

I woke up this afternoon and wondered where Wednesday went. I assume it went with Susan, though. Everything else did. It's not a request for pity or anything, it's just a statement. She must have ( Read more... )

You all stare, did you know that?

You stare and say things like "I'm so sorry" when really what you're saying it "At least it's not me." How can you be sorry, you're grateful that it's not you that's dead. How can you say "I understand" when you haven't a clue. You don't. You don't understand, and the next person who says they do is going to ( Read more... )

Well, courtesy of Miss Frantzberger deciding to share my private life around as though it is one of her tabloidal stories, I now have detention. And a black eye. The two are related, although I dare say that I'm a "meek little Hufflepuff". I don't do meek. It doesn't work well with me, and I have no idea what I'd do with the world when I had it ( Read more... )

I never know where half this stuff comes from, the stuff I write, that is. I suppose it's cathartic or somesuch (although really, why would I want to regurgitate my life twice? Which reminds me, had better keep this short, else I'm going to be late) but it's just strange. Although, I suppose it means that I can find out what everyone else is ( Read more... )

Susan seems to find it highly ironic that I can be out of the infirmary for half a day and already get myself into trouble. (As for anyone who is wondering how I could go looking for Susan earlier...let's just say that Madam Pomfrey was really not happy with me) In some form of revenge that doesn't really seem to make a lot of sense to me, I am ( Read more... )

As you're all probably well aware, I managed to celebrate my passing the theoretical component of my cursebreaker apprenticeship by coughing, wheezing and generally showing all the symptoms of bronchitis. Apparently it wasn't just my being allergic to whatever plant one of the third years brought into the common room and I had missed out on the ( Read more... )

I suppose it's rather silly, really, putting such a great significance on nothing more important than another day. Even if it is your birthday. However, it isn't every day that you turn eighteen (or the novelty would have worn off ages ago), and so I'm determined to enjoy it for what it's worth. Even if 'enjoy it' actually means 'sleep for more ( Read more... )

It's weird, but I've been having a surprisingly good week. That sounds horrible, really, given what happened in Ravenclaw and all, but I doubt that Lim would begrudge me one week of good humour. It's just co-incidence that the week just happened to be now ( Read more... )

This has to be the weirdest week I've had in a while. Not the weirdest week ever, but certainly one of the weirdest this month, at the very least. Aren't you supposed to do as little as possible, sleep in, that sort of thing? I read somewhere that's what's supposed to happen during the holidays. It's not happening. I'm not impressed by this at ( Read more... )