B is for Barnabas, Beelzebub, and Ball!
And so here I am, down in my dormitory, writing in this journal that people insisted I start. It's pretty funny to see people from enitrely-wizarding families who have only the vaguest of ideas on how to use a laptop. I suppose they're encouraging me to be "more social" again, so here goes nothing.
It's not that I'm being antisocial.... It's just that I wasn't aware there was going to be a Masquerade Ball until the very last minute. Truly! If I'd known, I would have a costume and everything, honestly. But, that's just me not noticing things that are right in my face again. Oh well. I've got my nightgown on and I'm in bed already, but perhaps I'll go to the common room in a bit, watch people drift in and ask them how the Masquerade was. They'll probably be tired though. I'll hear all about it tomorrow anyway, I'm sure.
....Hell, I'll go to the common room anyway, I think it's warmer down there. My hands are freezing, it's getting hard to type.
Granny Diana sent me an early birthday present! She spoils me rotten. Mother's going to HATE HER when she finds out that her mum sent me a PET RAT. =) I've named him Barnabas. I think B names are good for rats. I thought of "Beelzebub", but I don't think that'll help Mother's reaction at all.
So long, I'm putting on my slippers and dressing gown and me and Barnabas are going to the common room to greet Masqueraders.
It's not that I'm being antisocial.... It's just that I wasn't aware there was going to be a Masquerade Ball until the very last minute. Truly! If I'd known, I would have a costume and everything, honestly. But, that's just me not noticing things that are right in my face again. Oh well. I've got my nightgown on and I'm in bed already, but perhaps I'll go to the common room in a bit, watch people drift in and ask them how the Masquerade was. They'll probably be tired though. I'll hear all about it tomorrow anyway, I'm sure.
....Hell, I'll go to the common room anyway, I think it's warmer down there. My hands are freezing, it's getting hard to type.
Granny Diana sent me an early birthday present! She spoils me rotten. Mother's going to HATE HER when she finds out that her mum sent me a PET RAT. =) I've named him Barnabas. I think B names are good for rats. I thought of "Beelzebub", but I don't think that'll help Mother's reaction at all.
So long, I'm putting on my slippers and dressing gown and me and Barnabas are going to the common room to greet Masqueraders.