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So this summer ended with an inordinate amount of dead plants being strewn around because my mother lost the motherfucking plot, as usual. She also destroyed my laptop, and I couldn't be bothered buying a new one. Hence my long absence. Because I didn't want to use a school computer. Who knows what I could catch from it? Hell, I know where MY hands have been.
My plant survived Narcissa's assault, and I was thrown back into the mundane load-of-shit that Hogwarts usually becomes during term; back to sharing a dorm with people who snore and with little to do but the supposed 'essential' homework tasks and the stressful job of polishing my prefects badge.
The plant has gnawed up four of my dormmates textbooks, one of which was 12 inches thick. Only decent thing to come of that is that is wasn't hungry for a week. So it stopped eating my food. Funnily enough, so did I. It's strange, but somehow I miss living with Lavender, and I lost a huge amount of clothes when I moved out and if I see Parvati wearing any of my skirts, I'll fucking strangle her with her haute couture neck-scarf.
I've actually done my homework and I've been attending my classes. Holy fucking shit, you've got to be kidding me. And I've been training a lot for Quidditch.
Apparently I am a disgusting individual and such for giving that brooch to a first year...did you honestly expect me to pick it up? No fucking wonder you were put in Hufflepuff then, you bloody moron. Never once did I claim to be responsible nor did I apply for the job of a Prefect so I'll do as I please.
My father wants me to join up with his little clan at the end of the year; I'm still undecided on it all, especially since I watched my mother go into a fit of rage at my father because he...did something stupidly retarded. I believe he got mudblood blood on the carpets. Either way he probably deserved it; but all my precious rosebushes didn't. My poor rosebushes, all gone! ALl of their tentacles and feathers and petals everywhere!
And so the summer ended with little pomp and ceremony but I got a few nice new robes. And new shoes. And a nice new white-gold bracelet and some hairpins, because I loathe the idea of gettnig a haircut. Relax, they're green and white. That makes it all okay, yeah?
Also, Slytherin trials for the Quidditch team are in two weeks, so go and train because you all look weedy as fuck. Mal, we need to...catch up. And no, I don't mean like when you 'caught up' with Colby. We just need to talk about Quidditch. And drinking sessions. But mostly Quidditch. Okay, so it's mainly concerning firewhiskey, but we can discuss Snitches if we must.
I notice that the usual debauchery is occuring throughout the houses and I'd warn all Slytherins to stop fucking Gryffindors unless you want to catch some form of sexually-transmitted disease.
My plant survived Narcissa's assault, and I was thrown back into the mundane load-of-shit that Hogwarts usually becomes during term; back to sharing a dorm with people who snore and with little to do but the supposed 'essential' homework tasks and the stressful job of polishing my prefects badge.
The plant has gnawed up four of my dormmates textbooks, one of which was 12 inches thick. Only decent thing to come of that is that is wasn't hungry for a week. So it stopped eating my food. Funnily enough, so did I. It's strange, but somehow I miss living with Lavender, and I lost a huge amount of clothes when I moved out and if I see Parvati wearing any of my skirts, I'll fucking strangle her with her haute couture neck-scarf.
I've actually done my homework and I've been attending my classes. Holy fucking shit, you've got to be kidding me. And I've been training a lot for Quidditch.
Apparently I am a disgusting individual and such for giving that brooch to a first year...did you honestly expect me to pick it up? No fucking wonder you were put in Hufflepuff then, you bloody moron. Never once did I claim to be responsible nor did I apply for the job of a Prefect so I'll do as I please.
My father wants me to join up with his little clan at the end of the year; I'm still undecided on it all, especially since I watched my mother go into a fit of rage at my father because he...did something stupidly retarded. I believe he got mudblood blood on the carpets. Either way he probably deserved it; but all my precious rosebushes didn't. My poor rosebushes, all gone! ALl of their tentacles and feathers and petals everywhere!
And so the summer ended with little pomp and ceremony but I got a few nice new robes. And new shoes. And a nice new white-gold bracelet and some hairpins, because I loathe the idea of gettnig a haircut. Relax, they're green and white. That makes it all okay, yeah?
Also, Slytherin trials for the Quidditch team are in two weeks, so go and train because you all look weedy as fuck. Mal, we need to...catch up. And no, I don't mean like when you 'caught up' with Colby. We just need to talk about Quidditch. And drinking sessions. But mostly Quidditch. Okay, so it's mainly concerning firewhiskey, but we can discuss Snitches if we must.
I notice that the usual debauchery is occuring throughout the houses and I'd warn all Slytherins to stop fucking Gryffindors unless you want to catch some form of sexually-transmitted disease.