My parents have been trying to make me transfer to Beauxbatons with my brother since before the Holidays. I think I'm running out of logical reasons why I shouldn't.

I wonder if they'd listen if I told them that I'd like to stay here just because I want to.

( accidental video )

Oh come on Bastian, don't just toss my things down- you've still got to help me unpack, you know..!

[Bridget manages to tap the journal to work on video after a moment, and he waves, a bandage on one bruised cheek, one of his arms in a sling, a cheerful smile on his face despite his apparent injury. Behind him, another blond is settling a large ( Read more... )

Spiiiiin!

[The image in the journal- being held by Bridget's pet Spinda- is a little wobbly, but clear as day- Bridget is out near the CoMC cottage, a little wall of snow beside and slightly behind him, and his usual coat has been traded in for one with Spinda ears to match his pet's unusual coloring. He's in the process of building up a stack of ( Read more... )

[The journal has been broadcasting a muted sort of hum for a good ten minutes or so before it finally gets vibrated off the top of the amp it was sitting atop, sliding open to Bridget in one of the music rooms, bass out and a few instruments behind him, enchanted to play along.

And as for his narrator? Well- the voice happens to be the one ( Read more... )

[There's the sound of a door slamming and springs creaking- and then a little squeak of 'spiiiiiiin', and Bridget's voice comes over the journal, sounding a little annoyed.]

Could someone please tell the boys in Hufflepuff that I'm not joking when I say I'm not a girl? They're starting to get on my nerves...

...where...?

[A little hiccup- tiny!Bridget is very unsure of where he is right now, and does not know if want.]

Momma...? Daddy..? Bastiaaaaan...?

[Another little hiccup, followed by a sniffle.]

This isn't home... I-I want to go hoooome..!

[And Bridget starts very, very loudly bawling ( Read more... )

Professor Sutcliffe- singing the other day was really fun! Maybe you should do it more often- I know I'd really like it if you did! Did everyone else enjoy it too? I doubt I was the only one...

[A little doodle of a stage with a rising curtain pouring out musical notes.]I think I'm even more excited for the concert now though- I can't wait to see ( Read more... )

I do think that if nothing at all exciting ever happens to me again, I shall be very glad for it. That was far more than I think I should ever like to deal with again. I am glad, however, that most of us managed to comee out of this unscathed, and that we're all alive and as well as one can be after such an ordeal ( Read more... )

Since we're stuck with this we might as well have fun with it.

One...two...three-

[this song begins to play over the journals]

Click to view

Huh.

Bridget, I didn't know you could, uh, sing like that.

[Click. Click. Whiiirrrr...

Something very close to the journal has powered on, and there is now an odd tap-tap-tapping at the page for a moment before whatever it is gets distracted by the sound of someone entering the room.]

Ah, Roger- you should keep away from that- wouldn't want you bothering anyone unnecessarily, right?

[A brief silence, ( Read more... )