| un ar ddeg |
[14 Apr 2012|06:44pm] |
WE WON! WE FUCKING WON THE HOUSE CUP MATES WE WON
HUFFLEPUFF QUIDDITCH
MARRY ME
ALL OF YOU
EVEN ANDY AND JO
By the way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATES! (YES ALEX IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY TOO, ACE BIRTHDAY PRESENT ISN'T IT?!)
I LOVE
EVERYTHING
NO REALLY I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN DRINKING YET BUT I CAN'T HOLD MY QUILL STILL AND I MAY OR MAY NOT STILL BE CRYING LIKE AN IDIOT.
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| deg |
[02 Apr 2012|02:34pm] |
Everyone's talking about the break. I fully intend to spend it flying, eating, and sleeping. And maybe playing chess with Galvin. This time, I'll win.
Or, that was my plan, anyway. Somehow I forgot that Griffith's coming home to visit. Don't tell him I said it, but I'm glad he's taking his vacation while we're home. It's nice. He's bringing his girlfriend, who's apparently absolutely ace. He really likes her. He said she works at an apothecary and enjoys sailing. (5 sickles says Griffith hadn't even been near a sailboat before he met this girl.) Her name is Gretchen. You can't make this stuff up, mates. You really can't. I don't know whether they should get married because it's hilarious, or whether they really, really shouldn't. Gretchen Gudgeon. Can you imagine that? Gretchen Gudgeon, standing next to Griffith Gudgeon, holding a baby... Gillian Gudgeon, with Aunt Gladys and Uncle Galvin.
It's got me gagging.
I need help thinking of questions for Gretch. (Can I call her Gretch?) I've got to make sure she's proper girlfriend material for my brother. There's a screening process.
Everyone should visit. I don't know how much space we'll have with The Gretch, but maybe she's staying in Griffith's old room. (Or maybe not? Mum would throw a fit. Or twelve.)
I don't know about yours, but my life is hilarious. Tell me something good.
6th Years and Hufflepuffs, minus Andy and Alex
The twins are having a birthday soon, and I love an excuse to have a party as much as the next person. And you still only turn 17 once. It could also be part victory party....
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| naw |
[15 Mar 2012|09:58pm] |
While Eddie and Amos contemplate skinny-dipping, I'm going to going flying. Maybe near the lake, maybe not - it wouldn't be any fun if I told you, would it? You're invited this time, Danger. See? I'm inviting you BEFOREHAND so you have time to get your broom. And we don't have to go near the lake if that isn't your cup of tea. Pipps, Andy, Gilde, Saor? Can I interest you in a flight? All I want to do is fly. It's more gorgeous outside than Gilde's hair on Christmas Day.
And I've finished all of my homework, like brilliant people do.
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| wyth |
[16 Feb 2012|09:50pm] |
My life is wonderful. I thought about this on Tuesday, playing chess with Gal. Everything in my life is really wonderful. In my quest to be absolutely brilliant in life, I just need to continue to have good marks in class and find the snitch first during matches. I'm open to suggestions - what would make me more brilliant?
It's my New Year's resolution, being more brilliant. You can make those in February, right? I didn't have any other ones. Did I? I should also make a resolution to learn to cook, instead of demanding that Char make me biscuits whenever I'd like them. At least I demand nicely?
By the by, thanks for the beautiful flower, Gilde! It's the singularly most beautiful Valentine's gift I think I've ever gotten. (Sirius, note regarding boys and flowers: Not this one. He's too much my friend.)
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| saith |
[15 Jan 2012|09:22pm] |
Good game everyone, yeah? I was a little distracted
[Andy & Laurel & Jenny]
So, Lily's pretty fucking upset and apparently we all could have died and she is disappointed and ashamed and some other shite, let's not discuss that. I really bloody like that you're all alive - I like it a lot.
That's all I've got to say, I guess.
Thank you for not telling.
[Galvin]
Have you figured out what you're doing with your life?
And can I tell you something?
[Gilde & Pippa]
Don't ask. If you think so, then it probably is. So I'll talk tomorrow. Or something. We don't have to discuss everything, you know.
[Private]
Fuck.
You can die crossing the street. Or choking on a piece of bread. Or because a Yorkshire terrier is angry and goes for your throat. Or because there's a thunderstorm and a tree gets hit by lightning and it doesn't fall until five weeks later and you are in the forest and it falls on you.
I don't even FUCKING KNOW. Where's my broom? FUCK
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| chwech |
[07 Jan 2012|02:55pm] |
Alright, 1978! What have you got in store for us?
The good:
-Finishing sixth year
-Starting seventh year
-Quidditch
-Only 358 days until Christmas
The bad:
-Starting seventh year
-No more brothers at school
-All of my favourite seventh years are gone in June
-Not yet sure how to obtain a professional quidditch position/might have to go into IR sooner?
-Thinking about jobs
The ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT:
-Becoming an "adult" ? Ha-ha.
-Quidditch
-No Very Important exams at the end of this year, just the normal ones
-Magic at home!
Help me add to my lists!
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| pump |
[07 Dec 2011|11:30pm] |
[Warded: Kaylee and Gilderoy]
Kay! Are you better? Did you get the presents? Are you accompanying me to Hogsmeade?
Gilde, are YOU accompanying me to Hogsmeade?
Are you BOTH accompanying me to Hogsmeade, or does that have less of a chance than a snowball in hell? I need to know if I have to make plans to go with my brother. It isn't preferable, but I could make it happen. I have to buy presents, and you two are already spoken for, because I like you that much. Let's plan something, please? I am not a planner. I'm absolute rot at it. Make plans for me.
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| pedwar |
[03 Dec 2011|11:56am] |
Good game, Gryffindor!
[Hufflepuffs]
Is it Victory Party time? We haven't had a party in a while, you know. And everyone likes parties! I'm not about to try to plan anything single-handedly because that would only end in disaster, but I'll see what I can do, yeah? The kitchens aren't really on the way to the hospital wing, but I figure I've got errands to run around the castle.
[D. Fletcher]
We're going to need alcohol. And could you bring some ice while you're at it? I don't want to pester Pom anymore.
[Private]
4 hours, 5 minutes. Not terrible. My arm could feel better, but thankfully my ribs escaped this one unscathed.
Time to go check on Kay again.
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