I've come to understand that there is a Bertha Jorkins around, somewhere, that has her eyes on my man, and that will just not do. Sirius Black,
flying_triumph is mineminemine. And he told me he fancies me, and that fact alone is making me act more girlishly happy about life than I've been in a long time, so I'm not going to let anyone ruin that. Or try to. Dammit.
Just so everyone knows.
And also.
Someone took my chocolate frogs. I had a whole pouch full of them and I left them in here for a day, now they're gone. Someone fess up!
..Not all at once, people.