Raziel's journal.

Woke up today. Tired, groggy.

Severely deprived of sugar. It sickens me. The confections rot my teeth like society is rotted by the inhumane. The lack of glory in this school is something that must be remedied.

Do not fear. I will not rest.

Not until my fingers once again feel the comfort of a chocolate frog.

Rejoice my brethren, I, Raziel have finally concluded the dusting and organization of my closet. All the scrolls have been placed neatly on the left side, all of the quills on the right. According to my housemates, this is supposed to boost my productivity and allow me to stop asking them for things. I find that this is the best solution for both ( Read more... )