[015] Sunday 20 September 2022.
I am not going to lose my badge over that stupid swimming affair that's going to be all your fault, Ellsworth -- if prefects are going to get sacked for doing their duty as prefects, then I'm going to take this to Professor Brun and Headmaster Stout if I must.
Prefects don't lose their badges for simply doing their duty as prefects, especially if the affair went awry beyond their control.
But enough of that dreadfully dull bosh! My face is still throbbing from that fantastic thrashing Flowers darling dealt me after I gave him a jolly nice surprise snog right in front of everyone in the Slytherin common room after dinner on Friday to show my love and appreciation for picking me for the team again this year -- he is such a romantic -- but I'm just fantastic. I mean, yes, I look like I was thinking of going as a panda bear for a fancy dress party and decided otherwise after I was half-done my eye make-up, but if anything, I'm just thrilled that this means the Quidditch season has started again.
Good Lord, I can't wait until practice tomorrow morning and Nicky-poo and I can get all hot, bothered, and sweaty together with the rest of the chaps -- and ladies, of course, but they're too lovely and clean to get all filthy and smelly like us boys. I just hope I can still see well enough with my good eye to be able to catch the Snitch and not grab the wrong balls by mistake, if you know what I mean.
Oh, and Slughorn darling -- such a pity you didn't get your snog and lapdance with Flowers last week, and I do hope you're all right after that awful fall of yours. I choked on my salmon even though it didn't go quite as I'd planned. Well, it looked like a brave attempt at a kiss from what I saw anyway, but do correct me if I'm wrong -- I wouldn't want to tar your fine reputation as a lady now.
Prefects don't lose their badges for simply doing their duty as prefects, especially if the affair went awry beyond their control.
But enough of that dreadfully dull bosh! My face is still throbbing from that fantastic thrashing Flowers darling dealt me after I gave him a jolly nice surprise snog right in front of everyone in the Slytherin common room after dinner on Friday to show my love and appreciation for picking me for the team again this year -- he is such a romantic -- but I'm just fantastic. I mean, yes, I look like I was thinking of going as a panda bear for a fancy dress party and decided otherwise after I was half-done my eye make-up, but if anything, I'm just thrilled that this means the Quidditch season has started again.
Good Lord, I can't wait until practice tomorrow morning and Nicky-poo and I can get all hot, bothered, and sweaty together with the rest of the chaps -- and ladies, of course, but they're too lovely and clean to get all filthy and smelly like us boys. I just hope I can still see well enough with my good eye to be able to catch the Snitch and not grab the wrong balls by mistake, if you know what I mean.
Oh, and Slughorn darling -- such a pity you didn't get your snog and lapdance with Flowers last week, and I do hope you're all right after that awful fall of yours. I choked on my salmon even though it didn't go quite as I'd planned. Well, it looked like a brave attempt at a kiss from what I saw anyway, but do correct me if I'm wrong -- I wouldn't want to tar your fine reputation as a lady now.