It's done ( Read more... )

Dear Ms. Parkinson,

St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies and Injuries is thrilled that you would like to pursue a career in Mediwizarding! As you requested, here is a brief explanation of what your NEWT scores should be in order to achieve a higher education in wizarding medicine:

Defence Against the Dark Arts - E
Charms - O, most definitely.
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HELLO. MY NAME IS PANSY PARKINSON.

I AM CURRENTLY IN A RUT.

IN FRONT OF THE RUT THERE IS A SIGN THAT READS:

'STUDYING FOR NEWTS AND WORRYING ABOUT FUCKING UP MY FUTURE AND THE FUTURE IN GENERAL.'

IN SUBSCRIPT:

'WHY CAN'T WE BE 8TH YEARS?'

IN SUB-SUBSCRIPT:

'V. IRRITABLE. NOBODY BETTER COME NEAR ME UNLESS YOU KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ME, I.E. DAPH + DRACO ( Read more... )

No, you know what? It is not fine. It is definitely not fine. And I do not care how bad it is. Because you know, Draco, that I couldn't be Pansy without knowing everything that is going on around me. You did something, and I don't know what it is. Hell, Daphne doesn't even know. I wouldn't even be surprised if you told the Weaselette Ginny the ( Read more... )

Does anyone know where Lee Jordan my boyfriend the tall guy with the dreads is? I haven't seen him in awhile, and...I would...er...quite like to.

I mean would really quite like to. But anyway. Two weeks' time until NEWTs, and the reason I know this is because Granger has begun spending the rest of her life in the library, i.e. hiding behind that ( Read more... )

oh ngrk hangover.

Can you get one off of ice cream? It must have been the chocolate liquer. Ohhh my stomach. Oohhh my head.

Is that you, Millie? Standing in front of me giggling? Your glasses are all gone askew. Perhaps you had better lie down.

Also I heard you'd gotten one of these things. Felt left out, ehhh? Har har.

I'm off ice cream forever ( Read more... )

Draco, I can see you out the window. And I'll give you some privacy by staring intensely at my screen, therefore giving me a headache and making me nauseated. But still, that decision you had to make was no small one. And you decided...to stay here. And not go to America; to Daniel; to...well, I'll stop there ( Read more... )

Dear Daphne ( Read more... )

Is everything alright now?

I'm...afraid to ask.

Daniel is frying eggs and Draco is making tea. He is up. And making tea. Moving. And breathing. And not looking like shit anymore. In fact, he looks...better than how he used to, at Hogwarts. I won't try to explain, because I will probably use stupid adjectives like shiny, and pretty, and perfect ( Read more... )