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[ravencapt]

Harry Potter was too fucking lucky in Quidditch. The End.

Things I Have Done Since I Came To Barcelona:

SAN FERMIN, which included bull racing in some place called "País Vasco". This was yesterday, bloody amazing.

I've eaten all kinds of spicy food, not too spicy, but spicy enough.

Not mine but: Cho ate bull bollocks. Brave girl.

The Patil

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[swanchang]

- We need to run with the bulls every year and then when we get old, we'll allow the bulls to trample us to death in a fantastic blaze of blood.

- No comment on my diet, thank you very much.

- Just because a Patil twin is in the house doesn't mean you shagged them.

- But have you looked at your untanned upper thighs? Don't you dare sunbathe nude in the courtyard. Marietta's delicate eyes may suffer.

- It's paella, wanker.

- Yes, I found the sea overrated. I want a pet shark, though.

[ravencapt]

- Oh, we must. Then our graves will say how we died by the merciless... feet? Horns? Of enraged bulls. Clearly there isn't a better way for people to remember you.

- What diet? I don't see how gaining weight is considered a dite nowadays.

- Shut up, you were supposed to shut up remember? This was a bet, you owe me five galleons or a sexual favour.

- I just might do that, then.

- Let's try to remember who got us all the food these days. Thank you very much.

- You are ever so risky.

[swanchang]

- Hooves, darling. Bulls have hooves.

- I have not gained weight. Just for that, you can eat dinner alone.

- You'll have to pry five galleons from my cold dead hand, then.

- Scar Marietta? I'll never hear the end of it and then neither will you.

- For the last bleeding time: rum is not a food group.

- Is that my chest in your picture?

[ravencapt]

- What-the-fuck-ever.

- I was teasing, and I have eaten dinner alone bore, I can adjust.

- What? I don't like necrophilia, thanks much.

- RUM, GRAPPAMIEL, THEY ARE TOO.

- Yes, I ran out of pictures, and that is the basic area that I look at when I talk to you, I wish whoever took that picture hadn't been such an arse and cropped your knockers out but ah, well.

[swanchang]

- My response to the necrophilia point is too caustic for this public spectrum, so I'll keep it to myself.

- I bought fruit. I win.

- God, my hair looks terrible in that picture. The water and sun are doing terrible things to it. I won't argue with you on the chest point-- I'm proud of my chest, thank you.

[ravencapt]

- I will get you drunk and get into your pants, Chang. It's a promise.

- You bought bananas, it doesn't count. I bought candy, awful candy.

- I still can't believe you ruined my undeniable Patil claim. It was meant to be kept for posterity.

I met a girl called Ximena today, I win over Nector.

[swanchang]

- See here, Davies, you've gotten me drunk loads of times but you've only gotten to the waistband of my pants. I won't say anything more on the issue!

- Rum balls are why the world goes on, I'm convinced of it. Get more tomorrow!

- You don't want to ruin their chances with those nice Indian boys their parents reportedly keep shoving into their laps, do you? Anupam and Sanjiv won't take damaged goods, you know.

Our grocer is named Desiderio!

[ravencapt]

- Clearly it wasn't drunk enough as you're still mooning around about Potter and NOT in my bed!

- I will put it on my to-do list. You know what else is on my things-to-do list? YOUR ARSE. ON TOP. You have quite the fit bum.

- Well, I want to have the chance to say I was a deity to them before they discovered the wonders of the Indian Kama Sutra Experts.

What! Were you hoolding that in until I found someone weird? Do I have to go to the phonebook and randomly invite a girl for our night out. Because I will. Her name will be Eustaquia.

[swanchang]

- Wearing trousers for a day does not constitute as mooning! Nor does rejecting all forms of naked tag, dishwashing, gardening, bookshelving, and cooking you could possibly come up with!

- PUBLIC FORUM, CRETIN.

- Let's hope for the sake of these Spanish women that your year among debauched Quidditch fanatics taught you a thing or two!

Now you're just cheating. Q's! Really!

[ravencapt]

- You frowned for almost two days. I was actually saddened by it.

- Like you care, apparently can't cross out my old entries in this in case I ever have to show it to someone because they're gone. I was such a queer in seventh.

- I HAPPEN TO BE VERY PROUD OF MY ... SKILLS, THANK YOU.

I can't find anyone with a Ñ. I love that letter. ÑÑÑÑÑ. I should ask Mandy about this.

[swanchang]

- Cry me a fucking river. And take your to-do list to the courtyard.

- I'm quite glad those first entries are almost gone. I almost vomitted when I saw that godawful poem I wrote. I think we should make this a drinking game. One shot per queer thing we find.

- Do you want a parade for your "...skills"?

Mandy speaks Spanish, too? Why didn't we ask her for help in the beginning of all this, then!

[ravencapt]

- Oh, the courtyard.

- All right, can we play with other people's journals too? You know, before they vanish. I r emember Goldstein whined about there being a lot of skirts up in the tower. You can't get more queer than that. The team mocked him for days.

- A little parade around this very, very cheap hotel would be actually quite nice, yes. Marietta can participate, even if she doesn't want in on the secret.

I think so? She had Spanish text on her pictures. Oh, wow. This woman is named América. As in, the continent. What?

If I have offspring before I charm myself sterile, I will name my child Wales.

[swanchang]

- That was some fantastic mocking we had then.

- Have you turned parade into some kind of twisted euphemism? I meant an actual sarcastic little parade with tiny flags they put in cocktails.

I'll call him The Welsh, and with a nickname like that, he has to go into some kind of professional sport. Or become a pop superstar with only one name.

Queer thing number two! Kirley McCormack writing about his boyfriend and everyone telling him to go out and get his man. I never much liked his music after that. Not that I don't like gay people, but it was all so stupidly sentimental.

[ravencapt]

- I use it a lot around Marietta.

- That's what I meant too, pervert, but perhaps we could make it more interesting by having a naked one.

I just talked to someone named Esculapia. I win, forever.

Shut up, you were dying to get the queer out of him with your fantastic magical cure-all vagina.

This is wrong, but number four, since you didn't count mine: This is really wrong. Whatever. Padma blushing publically because some Slytherin lent her a book.

[swanchang]

- Use a lot of what around Marietta? Don't use anything a lot around Marietta. She's a delicate flower and you have to be very nice to her or else.

- How long has it been since your last fuck? You seem exceptionally desparate tonight.

Look here, you, someone around here has got to have an even more outrageous name than that and I will find them. Then you'll be sorry. Or we'll just stop playing!

Oh I have no words! A magic vagina! I'll have to get to work on making mine live up to all its magical potential!

I'm a bit shitfaced, are you? And I'm sure I didn't count it accidentally, all right? Who was Padma's lucky Slytherin or do we not care anymore? Blushing over a book? How wretched.

[ravencapt]

- The courtyard reference, Cho, the courtyard reference.

- That was so unnecessary. I'm going to my bed, where I won't be disturbed because there will be action under the sheets and we will not talk about it anymore.

I know just the right wizard to go to, Chang. Fuck, the alcohol is starting to work on my bad puns. SUCH IS THE RAVENCLAW WAY!

A bit, yes, I had to drink four shots for that time Padma asked me to tell her she was pretty. One for her, three for me. That one left me pretty bad.