Gah.
I can't believe him. I mean, I really can't believe him. We've had the hols planned out for months...I guess I thought he was staying in the castle because of me, because I didn't really have anywhere else to go, and that was sort of nice, but now it seems that "plans change, mate!"
You know, when someone's plans involve merrily wrecking havoc and sowing chaos wherever they tread, it's definitly good fun if you're in on it. And I do mean smashingly good fun. But if you're not in on it, it's just...frustrating? Yes, frustrating.
To top it all, when in Hogsmeade this past Saturday I ended up buying that scarf for Mum after all. Now I've no idea what to do with it. Stupid.
I really just wish there was a way I could make them want me again. I mean, yes, that sounds like a load of soppy tosh, but...I miss them.
Edit: Replace frustrating with down-right infuriating. New Orleans. Bloody Terry. Gah, piss it all.
You know, when someone's plans involve merrily wrecking havoc and sowing chaos wherever they tread, it's definitly good fun if you're in on it. And I do mean smashingly good fun. But if you're not in on it, it's just...frustrating? Yes, frustrating.
To top it all, when in Hogsmeade this past Saturday I ended up buying that scarf for Mum after all. Now I've no idea what to do with it. Stupid.
I really just wish there was a way I could make them want me again. I mean, yes, that sounds like a load of soppy tosh, but...I miss them.
Edit: Replace frustrating with down-right infuriating. New Orleans. Bloody Terry. Gah, piss it all.