You know you're a loser when something as cool as this makes you start ripping out your hair and shrieking, 'BUT MY WIPS! MY PRECIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL WIPS! WILL SHE NOT THINK OF MY WIPS?'

On the other hand, in the aforementioned WIP, I totally called a gay Charlie. 'More interested in dragons than women' my arse.

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Pick your sides, choose your teams, state your positions ... it is time. Or maybe it was time three weeks ago. Oh, well. I am late, as usual.

MY FINAL PREDICTIONS.

These are they:

1. The Gryffindor Horcrux is the doorknocker (Griffin-Door AHA) on Dumbledore's office. Voldemort did it when he came for the job interview.
2. Voldemort wants Hogwarts. ( Read more... )

You know things are bad when, the day after your birthday, a close friend calls and starts gibbering away about something unrelated, and when you interrupt to ask "Aren't you forgetting something?" they answer "What?" So you answer, "A certain someone's birthday?" and they answer, "Oh, right, I was going to text you about Voldemort but I forgot ( Read more... )

So. A journal. After lurking around for more than two years, I've finally got one. Yeah, I know. Pretty slow of me.

If I've friended you and you're looking at this and wondering who is this person and what do they want from me, the answer is probably that I've been watching your journal obsessively for quite a while, and I think you rock hardcore ( Read more... )