There is a very good chance that I may die on Wednesday night. Very good chance. Ninety-percent. I'm eighty-percent sure. Sixty-percent sure it'll be messy.

Damn Susan Bones for eating at the Leaky. For being such a sweet and innocent Hufflepuff, she sure does pull that evil Gryffindor nature out of me. Who am I kidding. That's not the Gryffindor in ( Read more... )

I can't believe I passed up the opportunity to interview an Unspeakable. Honestly. It would have made my career. MADE it. I'm an idiot, that's the only explanation.

Haven't heard back from Zabini. I swear, I still have a bad taste in my mouth from writing that article, even if the pictures that went along with it were rather tasty and nice to look ( Read more... )