3 September 1942
Benito is insane. How do I know he is insane? BECAUSE HE’S BENITO. Seriously. The man thinks birdshite is the perfect present for the girl he’s in love with. There is nothing sane about him.
So tonight we are raiding the bestiary. Because Benito desires carnivorous mushrooms. As if his fucking Jarveys weren’t enough to give the Hufflepuffs serious thoughts of kicking us the fuck back to Gryffindor Tower. Because what Benito wants Benito gets-at least when he brings out that List of his. Have I really got him into that much shite since we were firsties?
The girls are getting drunk tonight with the fifth years, so it’s not as if I’ll be missing anything on their end, but I could have used the time with Rodrigo. I wonder if I can get him to come with.
So tonight we are raiding the bestiary. Because Benito desires carnivorous mushrooms. As if his fucking Jarveys weren’t enough to give the Hufflepuffs serious thoughts of kicking us the fuck back to Gryffindor Tower. Because what Benito wants Benito gets-at least when he brings out that List of his. Have I really got him into that much shite since we were firsties?
The girls are getting drunk tonight with the fifth years, so it’s not as if I’ll be missing anything on their end, but I could have used the time with Rodrigo. I wonder if I can get him to come with.