( Natalie keeps her promise. Rated R, I guess, but totally mild by LN standards. )

Weasley. Of the Ron variety.

Ever find that job you were so interested in?

( Owl to Katie Bell. )

Must admit ( Read more... )

Am injured. Currently. Very bad. Can barely get this down. Pomfrey says I ought to be back in shape in a few days time.

Until then I expect I'll just have to languish. Don't mind, though. I'm good at it. Very.

Unless. Well.

If someone were to offer to look after me? A kindly Quidditch Captain, perhaps? Wouldn't say no.

Just. As a comment.

( Thursday evening. Natalie and Joey enjoy... music. (Mild PG.) )

Branstone? Come near my girlfriend again and I'll fucking kill you. With my own bare fucking hands.

Fucking hell, Ellie. It's like I don't even know who the fuck you are.

( Owl to Katie Bell. )

Never thought I'd appreciate the true importance of good penmanship.

But now I fucking get it.

For fuck's sake. Do any of you kids know how to write? Can't even read half your names. Honestly ( Read more... )

( Note left in James Dorny's locker Wednesday evening. )

Hands don't hurt anymore. Now it's the head that aches. (Not a fucking word on that from any of you.)

Happy Miss Joey McCormack's birthday to all. (At least. Those who aren't complete fucking arseholes. You lot don't deserve a happy Joey Day.)

( Note slipped under the Gryffindor sixth year girls room door. )