Well. I dueled Zacharias Smith today. He challenged me. Over Justin, I suppose. Justin was my Second. The duel was hosted by Professor Flitwick and I think the entire school came to watch. I really did not expect such fanfare. And I did not actually think that Zach would want to really duel me. I figured he was just puffing out his chest ( Read more... )

Okay, so, Hermione, I adore you, right? But seriously, this House Elf thing has gone too far. I had to make my own bed. I have NEVER made my own bed. I cannot get the duvet to cover all of the corners of my bed. How in the name of Hogwarts do you get it to cooperate? I tried to threaten it, but it seemed to scoff at me. Or at least, it was ( Read more... )

Dearest and most malignant Pansy,

I am your humble servant. I would gladly battle dragons to be at your side. And yet you beat me back-and often up, such as Wednesday night. You seek to degrade and humiliate me at every turn. Still, I adore you. Your beady eyes and tight-drawn lips. The scowl lines between your eyebrows and your pugish nose ( Read more... )

What do you think of my hair? I finally found Parvati and she hooked me up! Is it blond enough now?

I was down by the pond earlier, you know, composing deep and meaningful prose, when all of a sudden, this thing was hurled upon me. I have no idea what it is supposed to DO. But it does have this circular whirring thing attached to it. Anyone have one of these at home?


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So... I messed up in Charms yesterday. I, uh, accidentally hexed, um... the whole school. So... sorry about that, guys. I'm looking for a counter curse. Honest.

For you, my dear.


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Today was an unmitigated disaster ( Read more... )

My tea date with Pansy was what could only be described as an unmitigated disaster. I had no idea that I have such a propensity for screwing things up in such a flamboyant way. I burnt the scones. And instead of cranberries, I used figs... not one of my best ideas, that. I used soured cream in the tea-- which turned out to be Pansy's least ( Read more... )