I hope that everyone had a horrible Christmas.

The End.

Whatever.

( Hexed Private, Sod Off. )

I refuse to write another essay. I want liquor.

( private )

Potions. Defence Against the Dark Arts. Transfiguration. Charms. Care of Magical Creatures.

Not that anyone cares.

( Private )

I've gone home for the summer.

To her friends, I'm- I'm sorry for what I

( Private. )

Finals soon. I suppose I ought to start studying if I want to pass.

There's not much else to say. I only post in this thing because I have to.

I'm not very amused right now. Everyone is either whining about finals or being themselves, neither of which are very entertaining. I may as well not even write in this thing, as every entry is simply a declaration of how pathetic this school is.

But then again, you all could use a reminder now and then.

[private to Daphne and Blaise]Something ( Read more... )

My life simply could not become anymore boring. You people suck, with a (very) few exceptions. It's really rather horrible being surrounded by the dullest people since the dawn of time.

//Private ( Read more... )

Well, it's Friday. I suppose I'll head off to the claws' common room later. Much later. I'm not especially interested in showing up early and being surrounded by people who I don't want to talk to. Or look at. Or acknowledge the existence of in any way. I'll be fashionably late and all that.

( private )

Everyone's rather excited about Saint Patrick's Day, which I can't really comprehend. Yay, you're irish. I mean, really, the holiday is no longer even about Saint Patrick, it's just about drinking and wearing a lot of green ( Read more... )