I thought doing OWLs was stressful, I was wrong. If Parvati is anything to go by, I should be locked away in St. Mungo's as soon as seventh year starts for going mad. Honestly Parvati, you should just relieve the stress by shagging whomever you're--wait is that Ron Weasley, you're playing footsie with? Ewww. There are rooms for activity like that ( Read more... )

I was packing my trunk only because my mother likes for me to be well prepared so that we don't have to dash off suddenly to the train and I found my journal at the bottom of it.

There is this little thing I have been DYING to tell people but I had no way to unleash it. Fuck off Bullstrode and Parkinson. Hehe! On the 24th, my mother informed me ( Read more... )

I don't know how people do their OWLs and stay sane. It's just assignment after assignment piled on top of each other. I think by the holidays I might go insane from just working on essay after essay. Assignment after assignment.

Dammit. Why am I suddenly scared to gossip about people? I should go tell on Bulstrode for what she did to me. An ( Read more... )

I have a news flash for everyone. I've finally figured out why Miss Spinnet's bed is shaking. A heartbroken admirer has told me that Marcus Flint regularly visits her and when he leaves there is a smile on his face. Also that he looks a mess, buttons askew, hair mussed and such. I was shocked ( Read more... )

So from what I've heard, the seventh year Hufflepuffs have taken a page from the Slytherin book of tricks and decided to do their own orgy. The head boy's friend was looking very--oh, what's the word for it--shagged on Saturday morning ( Read more... )

Well, well. It seems that the Head Boy has a new extracurricular activity which requires him to be wrapped around Bulstrode. Then the-slag-who-is-her-friend apparently was hinting that they're doing more than just snogging and hugging each other ( Read more... )

It has come to my attention that while I was in the Owlery this morning, I saw an owl flying away from the tower carrying a bundle of disgusting pink. Someone has awful taste in colour ( Read more... )

It takes a really long time to collect gossip so here it goes. I had to search for this information so I hope all of you gossip hounds appreciate this ( Read more... )

All of you do realise that if you just observed certain people you’d know instantly if there was something going on between them. Say it with me everyone, the word is OBSERVE ( Read more... )

Really, Weasley, I thought you were above the name calling. I am not a jealous little tramp, which is rich of you to call me that becuase you're the one who spends all her time snogging boys, in public. Me jealous? Hardly. See examples: Corner, Michael, Thomas, Dean, and Potter, Harry. Don't try and deny it either, we've all unfortunatly ( Read more... )