These drapes are appalling. Crimson with gold interlacing patterns? Is this a star? That's rich.

This place is a mess. The only thing redeeming is the mutt, and that's only because it causes everyone trouble but me.

This Potions textbook seems vaguely familiar. Hm.

The dorm is going to smell like rum for days.

Green and gold look awful for Gryffindor.

Padfoot, no! You can't have alcohol!

Why would anyone ask me for love advice? This is stupid. At least I didn't get questions about... uhm, me. Why are people so weird?!

Is it true that boys would rather have girlfriends that are more experienced?

Er, not that I know of. I don't really think it matters. As long as two people like each other, you know?

I am still in love with my ( Read more... )

Three hundred fucking twenty to sixty.

McLagging is going to regret ever talking to me.

I have a turban around my head, I swear. It makes me feel heavy and I think my hair is going to be a mess when I take it off. More than it usually is. I need to stop this waking up to find myself with a head wound thing. I have a fucking headache and the ( Read more... )

BLAISE FUCKING ZABINI.

YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD WHEN I FIND YOU.

It's been a week since I've written in here, apparently. I got tired of drawing diagrams to explain my point in French, so I stopped trying. Luckily, I could still understand English and a bunch of Ravenclaws were only too eager to follow me around and translate. I had no idea that Malfoy was a French name.

I think it was because I ate a croissant ( Read more... )

Ron est dans l'hôpital.

Il a mangé les Chaudrons de Chocolat dans notre dortoir, ceux avec le breuvage magique d'amour dans eux, (il était dans l'amour avec Romilda Vane, il était vraiment drôle) ainsi j'ai dû il porter à Professeur Slughorn. Professeur Slughorn pouvait à guérisse-il, et offert nous du vin. Je n'en ai pas bu, mais Ron en a bu. ( Read more... )

Quelqu'un dit je devrais écrire une vraie entrée dans mon journal, ainsi --

...

Que --

......

Mais, je ne sais pas français!!!

..........

Eh, j'ai faim.

Je peux comprende Fleur maintenant, au moins.

I think he was expecting that.

Alright, I'll keep writing in this thing since someone seems to really want me to stay. And. Hold on... To the point where they stole my journal and wrote in it for me. Honestly, who has that much time on their hands ( Read more... )