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Sigh.

Michael, mate, sorry about your guitar.

Well.

Happy New Year, everyone.

Looking forward to the impending doom of our exams?

( Private to Draco )

So tired.

Joshua still gone.

Hmph.

Surprisingly happy, though.

So, I figured I should probably stop moping around. I've taken to long walks - especially into the forest hoping to bump into Slytherins - and going into Hogsmeade pretty much every night ( Read more... )

( Private. )

I think congratulations are in order.

( Private )

Schoolwork = too much.
Friends = too little.
Lovelife = ... absent.
Drink = overload.
Cigarettes = not to be found. Will nip into the nearest Muggle village when I have time and get some. Remarkably addictive, it seems.

( Private )

Whilst I'm tired and bored out of my mind, I still need to finish my three bloody essays that are lying around under my bed somewhere. Does anyone know anything about deer blood and how it's properties, thickness and concentration are directly proportional to the strength of a Draught of Nightshade? I really shouldn't have taken Potions for my ( Read more... )

I am fucking ill. This sucks. I think I've caught it from one of those bloody first years I had to "watch over" when it was raining yesterday lunchtime ( Read more... )