School is aggravating. I'm repeating classes again. Its just not cool. But it does mean that I can escape every once in a while and enjoy mon chers company. Though I can tell, as soon as Quidditch starts up, he is going to be obsessed.
You know, it irritates me. Some of the my umm... previous friends aren't getting the hint that I'm not available ( Read more... )

I'm sick of cleaning. I'm sick of baking cookies and cakes. Ron doesn't even pay attention to me. And after Zabini's little stunt, well, now I have something to do. So, I'm leaving the Burrow. I'm going to go find Zabini, rough him up a lot (wearing make-up), and then... I don't know. Since Ron has no intrest in me at the moment, I'll find ( Read more... )

Let's see now.... Happy -belated- Birthday Potter. You'll be happy to know I had absolutely nothing to do with the cake♥. Yet it turned out wonderfully. And Blaise, if I ever catch you looking at Ron, I'm going to beat you to a pulp♥! Okay? Okay!

I'm back. Aren't you happy♥?
*crickets*
Yes, well, tch. Who needs you? Anyway, my little involuntary vacation was... well, it was wretched. My parents tricked me. Samuel got a hold of me. If Ron hadn't come to my rescue (♥♥♥) I'd still be there. I'd probably never have left again. *shudders* But mon cher had a wonderful plan, which he didn't share ( Read more... )

My parents request my presence in the States. I don't know when I'm coming back. I don't want to go at all. But they are insisting. Mon cher, please, trust me when I'm gone. I'll be good, I promise. I hope to see you soon.

Mmm, so far, my birthday could not be looking better. I am alone with mon cher in a hotel in London. He was right, it was quite expensive, but muggle money is easy to come by. I was tempted to go for the honeymoon suit, but... ya. I don't think mon cher would have appreciated that. Maybe I'm being too hopeful, I mean, he has never... er, *cough* ya ( Read more... )

My birthday is Tuesday. I will be 18. I do not want to be home during that time. Meaning, mon cher, that I will either be visiting you, or somewhere else. Its your choice.

This sucks. I'm at Aunt Jade's, in my own room. She's downstairs baking bread. I have to wear my hair down so that it covers my neck around her. She gets all pale, and she fainted the last time she saw the scars. *grrr*
I do not have mon cher anywhere close either. I wanted to go with him to his home, but he did not invite me. I must still ( Read more... )

( Does this describe me well? )

Ron, I'm sorry about last night! I hope the bruises don't show too badly on you... It really sucks that the butterbooze is gone. What's a frickin' goat want with butterbooze anyway?! *sigh*