TWO-HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN.

Jan 25, 2011 23:41

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You lost?! All those times I had to fight to get the pitch for you for extra practices were for nothing, huh?

I shouldn't have even left. Serves me right for thinking I could enjoy my birthday without coming back to all holy hell.

drink myself stupid, birthday, headache the size of russia, stupid kids, quidditch, old, head of house, 30 now, slytherin

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Private donttelldaddy January 26 2011, 07:34:48 UTC
You were not even at the game, and now you're yelling at us about it through a shoddy journal filter.

Impeccable leadership skills, really.

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Private yukimi_mama January 26 2011, 07:42:34 UTC
Can it. I'm glad I wasn't there. Saves me the embarrassment.

I'm not about to give a speech about how it's "just a game" and you'll "do better next time".

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Private donttelldaddy January 26 2011, 07:49:05 UTC
I suppose berating us in person would be an embarrassment, too, then?

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Private yukimi_mama January 26 2011, 07:52:11 UTC
Do you want me to? Because I'm up for that.

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Private donttelldaddy January 26 2011, 08:00:19 UTC
I would prefer it, actually.

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Private yukimi_mama January 26 2011, 08:14:09 UTC
Fine. When I'm not suffering from a massive hangover, we'll have a nice long talk.

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Private donttelldaddy January 26 2011, 15:34:21 UTC
I have little faith in that time coming within the immediate future.

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