Diary Entry for Friday
(Uncharmed, but closed, tied up with a length of string, and shoved in between the cushions of a Slytherin common room couch. Smelling strongly of jam.)
Entry for Friday September 9th, 2005.
Fairest Diary in All the Wizarding World,
Fridays are faaaar too easy. Might as well skip transfiguration, as I am a genius in the making, or have ALREADY BEEN MADE. Turning gerbils into tea tins?! Kid, you! I can turn the damned gerbils into CRATES FULL OF NUBBY HATS IF I WANTED. I 'spect they'll be giving me a NEWT any day now...
Our lovely windows do shine nicely. The Lionses seem suitably angered for the most part, except someone named the bloody thing. Name a window? Really. The lack of brains and/or marbles in this learning establishment, I can not just about fathom it. The dingy ol' Badgers don't seem fluffed at all, on the other hand. Can not people add? But what do you expect from the do-goodies, what with their penchant for yellow and black. Oh the bumblebees. Well, at least Tinny Winnie McAdams has been got back at. Perhaps it's not enough, but now I've got me beatery stick there shall be beateryings. All in the thrall of good fair English game play I say!
Deary Liiry seems awful attentive. Muahaha.
Some well-meaning Cubby better retaliate soon. They're losing their touch. And I'm losing my much-practiced right-hook. Pbbft.
Love you until death take one of us... rather horribly,
Ophelia Ballard.
Entry for Friday September 9th, 2005.
Fairest Diary in All the Wizarding World,
Fridays are faaaar too easy. Might as well skip transfiguration, as I am a genius in the making, or have ALREADY BEEN MADE. Turning gerbils into tea tins?! Kid, you! I can turn the damned gerbils into CRATES FULL OF NUBBY HATS IF I WANTED. I 'spect they'll be giving me a NEWT any day now...
Our lovely windows do shine nicely. The Lionses seem suitably angered for the most part, except someone named the bloody thing. Name a window? Really. The lack of brains and/or marbles in this learning establishment, I can not just about fathom it. The dingy ol' Badgers don't seem fluffed at all, on the other hand. Can not people add? But what do you expect from the do-goodies, what with their penchant for yellow and black. Oh the bumblebees. Well, at least Tinny Winnie McAdams has been got back at. Perhaps it's not enough, but now I've got me beatery stick there shall be beateryings. All in the thrall of good fair English game play I say!
Deary Liiry seems awful attentive. Muahaha.
Some well-meaning Cubby better retaliate soon. They're losing their touch. And I'm losing my much-practiced right-hook. Pbbft.
Love you until death take one of us... rather horribly,
Ophelia Ballard.