I am so done with exams ( Read more... )

Exams aren't going as badly as I thought they would be, considering I know I didn't study enough. Then again, did anyone? Unlike some people, I didn't find Charms difficult in the least. That and Runes today I definitely am feeling quite confident on. I have a pretty good feeling about DADA as well. Joining up with the Defence Association this ( Read more... )

::Surreptitiously wards this entry::Su? Next time we think we're all going to die and I'm piss drunk and all that, try to refrain from asking me embarrassing personal questions, oui? Just in case we end up saved and I look back to see what I wrote ( Read more... )

Right, I...

It's Michael's fifth birthday today, you know. I'm baking a cake for him with Tessa. I'm baking with Tessa. This really shows what the world's come to. But they're so young...they don't understand and they're scared ( Read more... )

So...I'm home. I think I left that cute shirt with the pink trim behind but what does it matter? What does it matter?

You know, it's almost like irony or something...I spent this term trying to be so good so I wouldn't get expelled, so I could sit my exams, to be here at home anyway. So quickly, so unexpectedly - without even time for goodbyes, ( Read more... )

I can't believe anyone actually wrote to Pollaine for advice.

Well no, I take that back. I can think of a couple people dumb enough to. Like Lavender Brown. Oh, to be so naïve.

Thanks for the amusement, Char, dearest. Between you and Parkinson, my June is already proving to be quite entertaining.

Would you look at that? Never thought the day would come when I'd agree with Brown about something.

I think I'm even in a good enough mood that I can extend my congratulations to you, future-Mrs Pucey. Mon Dieu! I always can count on you, can't I?

Merde, why couldn't this have happened sooner? Sally-Anne would have got such a kick out of it, and ( Read more... )

( But this time it's warded to friends only, merci beaucoup! )

Fucking weather!

All I wanted to do was send the little pressies I bought for the kids à cause des choses terribles de l'année dernière et the stupid fucking owl of course refuses to leave the owlery because it's so damn cloudy and the green lightning and merdeAnd no, I don't want the school owls to be hurt, and maybe conditions aren't ideal for ( Read more... )

( Owl to Sally-Anne Perks, wherever she is )