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Draco.

For the love of Merlin, Draco. For God. For...for all those bloody things you used to tell me to do for the love of. Pink liquid and lacy knickers, Cornelia, the snapdragons in your...your mother's garden...and cute boys named Daniel.

I can't even...

...please, please come back.

Edit: Daphne has just thrown a pair of knickers at ( Read more... )

I have recovered from the Plague Awful Sickness. Thank Merlin, I didn't think I could go another day having people tell me I've got a rather big love bite on my face, and why on your face, Parkinson; I would have thought it would have been somewhere more discreet, har har, yar, know what I mean ( Read more... )

The next person who tells me I've got a love bite on my nose goes entirely sterile. Yeah, I'm talking about your reproductive organs. IT'S THE FUCKING FLU, OKAY? THE ABSO-FUCKING-LUTE FLU.

Ewww, snot.

Daphne Estelle,

I cluck my tongue at you, dear. As well as doing the wiggly eyebrow thing. Some days I do really worry about you--I would understand you saying no if you had a reason, but do you? And I mean a good reason, not only the fact that he is a Weasley. Tsk, tskAll my tongue-clucking love ( Read more... )

And in the midst of everything, Weasley turns into a girl.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.Oh dear ( Read more... )

My mother won't tell me what she did to make Draco's go insane (alright, sedated, but insane sounds more fetching). In fact, she doesn't tell me much these days--I think she needs to go have a little lie-down in St. Mungo's, you know, get a little rest. The last time I talked to her via the fire she began to ramble on about my Great Uncle Davin, ( Read more... )

Term break.

And I am here.

In the library.

Daph is going out of her mind because she was afraid she'd end up reading in the library (horror of horrors), and now she is. On term break, nonetheless. Granted my boyfriend is a mile away so I'm not fretting that much... The castle is bloody empty. Perhaps I should streak down the Great Hall at ( Read more... )

I am feeling slightly nauseated. Not to mention my head will just not stop spinning, and my cheeks are burning up, as is my forehead, though I am quite sure I have no fever. And it’s not a hangover (this is the pointed look at Granger), because I have not ingested alcohol since Valentine’s Day and...I don’t think you can get hangovers any other way ( Read more... )

Oh dear God, there's another Weasley in the school.

That about sums it up.

...kidding. Honestly, death by a redhead doesn't sound very nice, so I won't have you trampling me over in a sea of freckles. Just--why is Charlie here? Teaching Care? Charlie, of all Weasleys people. Because no one has forgotten how we were in Romania, right? Right ( Read more... )

Happy Valentine's Day...or, as I would rather put it, 'Oh, Valentine's Day, excuse me while I vomit all over the floor.' Yes, as I have so obviously put it, I am not very fond of this holiday. Even though yes, I do have a boyfriend. Perhaps he can make me change my mind. I'm just...quite...antisocial on this bloody holiday, that's all. Though I ( Read more... )