Who the fuck did this?

This is just...this is ridiculous. Ugh.

...And so it begins. The ceaseless chattering of faceless nobodies swooping down upon the school once more, disrupting the peace and acting as harbingers of inane gossip ( Read more... )

Today I'm going to begin learning to Apparate. With any luck, it should be a useful skill for the future.

I have to say, it's a relief to be back. At school, I don't get as much time as I'd like to work, as someone spends most of her time hanging around me. That wouldn't be so bad, if it weren't for that fact that she's never shown any inclination ( Read more... )

When others have defied their families - in effect, disgraced their names and ruined their prospects - I've never really been able to approve, or even understand. Even in Pansy's situation (and she means...a lot to me), I've never quite been able to justify it to myself, even after she explained her position to me last night ( Read more... )

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about what's going to happen once I leave school. Of course, it's a little over a year away. Anything could happen in that time. Circumstances change constantly, and, to buy into an old cliché, we could all be dead tomorrow ( Read more... )

I got to see the girlfriend's make up bag this morning. It's, er...um. Pansy, do you even have any physical features which you don't paint on?

Anyway. It's here with me now at the moment. Come and collect it any time you're ready. Assuming you can even lift it, that is ( Read more... )

I've calmed down a bit, I suppose, although I still feel...frustrated. The students at this school are like an unrelenting pestilence of idiocy. Even now, Blaise is hopping about for no apparent good reason. I asked him why, and he just moaned, "The shoelaces, the shoelaces ( Read more... )

What a fucking awful weekend.

I hate the way that everyone I know is trying to close every door to me. I wish that they'd just...I don't know, leave me alone or something.

Fuck going to lessons today, I'll tell you that much.

After speaking to Pansy last night, I've made the decision to return home once more this weekend. I haven't spoken to my father for a while; this should give us the opportunity to catch up once more.

I'm in the library at the moment, and a small group of first years are giggling very loudly over on the table next to mine. If I had my way, I'd be ( Read more... )

So. I'm seventeen. "Of age." Free to do whatever I so choose. My life, as of today, is completely my own.

I'd like to start by telling everyone to sod off and die.