( Private to Jack )

Oh, bother. Only a few more days of school left, and I've got a nasty cold. And yeah, I went to Pom-Poms, and she confirmed I didn't have that weird virus that was going around earlier.

I'm going to crawl back under the covers and I don't plan on emerging until lunch.

My Inner Eye seems to be suffering its usual bout of cloudiness. How... don'tlaugh don'tlaugh don'tlaugh unfortunate... oh, fuck, I can't stop laughing it is... that... my crystal ball is showing me signs of my impending doooooom. By spoons. Perhaps someone shall strap a spoon to a Pygmy Puff, or drops a tonne of spoons on my head ( Read more... )

( Private to Self )

( Private to Jack )

( Private to Jack )

I still have drinking songs stuck in my head. Cadwallader and Demelza, I blame you two entirely.

Oi, Jack - you have Anger Management Classes?? Hah!

( Private to Sixth Years, sans Jack and Quintus )

Easter at the Bell's house was intense. And chaotic. And a little bit scary too. Don't let Katie's tinyness fool you!

But now - I'm sick. There are tissues everywhere and I can't stop sneezing. Don't make me go to the Hospital Wing. Please! Oh - wait, now I can see why. Ginny, could you please come and collect your pygmy puff? You know I'm ( Read more... )

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