You know that you've been revising too much for NEWTs when a severed hand in Divination with the squeamish sixths elicits no reaction from you except how to transfigure it into a lamp, how to charm it into different colors and make it sparkle or glow quite obnoxiously, what the properties of the skin, tissue, bone and blood were, and what effects ( Read more... )

Tired of school and I want to go home ( Read more... )

Despite what any of you may think, I am NOT available for bloody group therapy at the moment.

Madame Hooch? I'd like to speak to you privately, whenever you can spare the time.

Good bye, simplicity.

My parents live a simple life.

They left their respective schools, and went on their respective roads to higher education, though it's apparently odd for wizards to do something like that. I certainly haven't been advised to go to a university by anyone in the seven years I've been here. I still don't know how the hell they managed it. But ( Read more... )

I love how my mother writes to me about how beautiful the weather is lately and how fantastic the house is looking and then the minute I get back home, it's cloudy, overcast, and very depressing in general. Mei (the youngest of this branch of the Chang family) becomes unbearable when it's warm and she can't play outside.

I become unbearable when I ( Read more... )

Kirley McCormack has one of these journal things! I can't believe. I... I just can't. That is... I can't believe it. I've been such a Weird Sisters fan, almost as big as I am of the Tornados (1997 is their year I'm sure of it!). I owled my mum about it and she thinks it's nice but of course she's not as big of a fan as I am. KIRLEY MCCORMACK!! Oh ( Read more... )

Not a single seventh year has one of these things. Terribly good way to get to know my classmates better, if you think about it. Perhaps they came to people in order to encourage interhouse relations. I've been reading and therefore learning about people in other houses I've ignored for the past, oh, seven years. Very good timing. It's all about ( Read more... )

As I wrote in Hagrid's book, mine is quite vicious. I don't know where it came from exactly; I heard a clattering in my desk today and it practically leapt out when I opened the drawer. It was odd, to say the least ( Read more... )