( me, me, you )

Life is fucking awful, but at least I'm smart and eternally beautiful.

HEXED PRIVATE TO HOOPER.
Oh fuck, mate. Please don't get yourself killed -- I need a favour from you.

/PRIVATE.

WEASLEY. Are you busy? We have work to do. I'll see you in a bit.

I'm FINALLY beginning to feel a lot better, or I was until I regained enough consciousness to realise I'm still attending this godforsaken school. Fuck it all, I say. At least I can return to my deliberately deviant activities.

DEAREST, DEAREST JOURNAL ( Read more... )

HEXED PRIVATE to Eloise, Cornelia, Mei, Chase, Ginny, Andrew, Shae and Lucy. Fuck. Everyone seems to adore being a scaremonger. I HATE ADMITTING TO WEAK PIFFLE LIKE THIS, but I'm getting nervous. I feel like throwing up and Smith is nowhere in sight. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I don't want to believe Potter's dead; it's not as if I gave the little ( Read more... )

DON'T FRET, LITTLE ONES. Potter can't be dead. I never got his autograph. 

AWWWWW. Gulch is so fat and cute, devouring that delicious-sounding steak without sharing any! She's a fat porcelain doll. I'd take her home in my trunk if I thought she could FIT INSIDE. She's slowly morphing into a fat child's plaything. You ought to be more careful about what you put into your dicky body, darling one ( Read more... )

I'M LONELY. I want to be held -- I need to be held. Where the FUCK do you run off to when I need you, Chang? You're the ONLY one who doesn't try to grasp at my tits when I embrace them.

I'm fairly certain Smith was wielding a Herculean bulge in class today. Don't try to brush it against me, Smith. I guess I was wrong about your genitalia ( Read more... )