Ugh. Golden Boy hugs. I need an acid bath.

I think I have to hate twelve-year-old girls. Who giggle in that bloody irritating high-pitched way and call me fucking cute and don't know when it's a really good idea to just go the hell awayFucking second-years ( Read more... )

Did you know Puffskeins eat glitter? At least I'm assuming that's what they're doing, unless they're somehow whisking it away to another dimension through osmosis, or something. Because the floor by the window was covered in glitter, and now there're three Puffskeins bouncing around and the glitter is disappearing ( Read more... )

Fourth-years are a plague upon this school ( Read more... )

Look, do me a favour and lay off threatening Ravenclaws for a bit? They flail at me and I have to pretend to be nice otherwise they might cry.

I am not delicate, thank you very much, Susan.

And I don't growl, either. Except at bloody irritating Pribblers and people.

Here, I'm writing in the damn thing. Happy now, Susan?

Bloody interfering wench. Serve you right if you get some sort of disfiguring illness from a first-year touching you.

Syphilus?