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I have some news.

I have some gossip.

Something you'd like to know.

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MY BALL IS MISSING. OH WOE, OF WOES. HOW AM I TO LIVE WITHOUT IT? HOW SHALL I AMUSE MYSELF ON THOSE LONG, DREARY NIGHTS WHEN A GIRL'S ONLY COMFORT IS A ROUND MASS OF RUBBER THAT BOINGS JOYFULLY AS YOU THROW IT?

Who's up for a spot of orange juice?

Kingsley has been MIA for months. Few believe he's still around. Most presume he's dead. Most have forgotten about him. Most don't even remember Kingsley in the first place. But he's back...

*Kingsley strides up the drive and into the castle casually. He heads up the Grand Staircase in search of a hot shower and his old bed*

Who knows the password ( Read more... )

*is wandering down the hallway, face hidden in a paperback mystery novel and is attempting to stay "hidden"

Hey sunshines ( Read more... )

~ The morning after Stewart's attack finds Regulus sitting in the hospital wing with his forehead leaning against the window in hopes that the cool glass will keep him awake ( Read more... )

Adrienne is sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall carefully braiding her hair and skillfully dodging the bits and pieces of bacon that Barty is spitting all over the place. Somebody please save her. 

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It's Bech's birthday soon, and I think we should have a surprise party- or something. I don't really know. Does anyone have any ideas?

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So how bout this weather? *cough*

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