My Natter has been going absolutely bonkers lately, and for once, it has nothing to do with Thanatos. The thing keeps trying to eat my hand. While I write. Thankfully, it's rather reminiscent of petting my cat, so I don't mind too much ( Read more... )

I can't believe I passed out. Too much excitement, I suppose. But still ( Read more... )

SCORE! THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT ZACHARIAS!! WE'RE LEADING NOW! EAT OUR PROVERBIAL QUIDDITCH DUST, GRYFFINDOR!

...AND SOMEBODY GO TURN HELEN'S TENTACLES BACK INTO ARMS!

MERLIN THIS IS EXCITING!! GO BADGERS! GO! RAH RAH RAH!! I'M ALMOST POSITIVE SOMEONE COULD DIE ( Read more... )

I've just had the most wonderful day of my pre-death.

Honestly, it was... wow. She's just so... wow! And her hair and her eyes and her bloody everything is just bloody fantastic and I'm really starting to look like a fool but WOW ( Read more... )

So, I'm wearing a poncho to the match. Why ( Read more... )

Messr Seamus, Miss Luna, might I perhaps be allowed to meet your new friend? Roderigo, was it? I'd very much like to make his acquaintance ( Read more... )

It has been a rather quiet hols for me, all things considered. Nadia gave me a play-by-play of the wedding, and frankly, I'm glad I didn't go. Apparently, the ring bearer put a frog in David's soup, and he didn't notice. At any point ( Read more... )

If Miss Granger had pulled a teensy bit harder, we'd have two bald Slytherins. Not to mention her power! Her talents for brawling are going to waste, I tell you.

Err... Miss Amanda? Could I... er, have a word? At the Poetry meeting tonight, perhaps?

You know, I think Professor Snape look ten years younger without all that hair. Or ten years older without all that grease. It's a bit hard to decide.

Seamus, any specific requests for your funeral?