So it appears that my socks have begun to spontaneously combust. Either that or someone is up to some fantastically annoying shenanigans.

It's been a week since Kingsley Minister Shacklebold died. I still don't know how to feel. I mean, I'm SAD, but should I also feel angry? Outraged? Frightened? Glum with an unfortunate outlook on the future of ( Read more... )

Well, I can tell that Muggle studies is going to be TONNES of fun this year.

Gryffindors, here's a preemptive "I'm sorry."

I don't care what anyone seems to think- my ego isn't THAT big.

Mum's clipped out that piece of shite poem from Witch Weekly and stuck it on the ceral cupboard in the kitchen so she knew tha tall of us would see it. I don't know what this Lucy McGee saw, but we certainly looking 'sad as can be'. Yeah- it was a little disappointing that Ireland didn't win, but the match was AMAZING! I think Lils might have been ( Read more... )

I find the weirdest way to waste my time. Instead of tidying up my room yesterday I nicked some of Lily’s nail varnish and coloured some paper clips purple and sparkly. I don’t have a single clue why we have paper clips floating around, but they’re pretty nifty little things. When your coursework isn’t assigned on one long piece of parchment, that ( Read more... )

( 'I must do something' always solves more problems than 'Something must be done.' )