I suppose I should update.

Wouldn't do to have Dumbledore throwing handbags at me or his knickers.

... Something just pissed on my foot. Couldn't be Sirius as he's--A cat... I hate cats... well its a wee cat. A kitten

Assauted by a female Slytherin.

She has put me in a wooden crate and occasionally poked me with a pointy stick. How wonderful.

Miss Black has also taken my socks. I'm not pleased.

It's bloody cold in this castle.

And WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE QUIT STEALING MY KNEETOP and putting perverse pictures of James and Sirius on it! I do not need to flip the screen up on it every couple days to see those two in compromising positions.

AND for the nosy ones:

Narcissa Black is an excellent masseuse. She does feet exceptionally well.

Yes, I've been busy.

No, I will not tell you what I've been up too.

I still cannot find my ciggies.

My . key on my kneetop is sticking. Is there someway to fix it or someone around who can fix it?

Well then.

Halloween went off with a bang.

And Christ on a bed of nails, Sirius isn't too happy about it.

Somebody pass me a rusty sharp thing 'cause I've been scarred for life.

And bloody Hell, who took my fags ciggies again?