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[April the ] |
Private to Hailey
Hey...um, can we talk? About the other night?
End Private
Stress seems to be setting in. Can't wait to just relax.
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[March the ] |
[Private to Katie Jordan]
Strange. Very strange. Letters from unknown matchmakers with the initials KMB. You wouldn't happen to know about that would you?
[End Private]
Life is so damn boring. Does anyone want to do anything with me anytime soon? I need something to do. I'm dying. I'm on the couch in the Common Room sprawled out, third years are poking and tell me to move, and this fourth year girl keeps bugging the crap out of me because she needs help on homework even though I saw her finish it earlier. I think she likes me. Great. Just wonderful.
So. Who is going to assist me in boredom??
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[March the ] |
Fucking Goyle. I hate him. I hate him with all of my heart. He's such a prick! If you have the nerve to knock my sister off her broom, you better be prepared to deal with me. Asshole. Now I have a black eye from him, ass. But I think I broke his nose so that's good. Kinsey's okay though, which is good, all that matters really.
Gryffindor is bloody wicked this year.
Private to Gryffindor Quidditch Team
Holy shit you guys. Good job. And thanks for backing me up on that last chunk of the match. Goyle is a prick, but they all are. And Fred, you better take it easy on us next match, I'm fucking sore as hell. Two fights in one day isn't a good idea. Good job again, we're wicked.
I'm going to talk to my dad about the detentions too, see if he'll let us off the hook. I know he was pissed at Slytherin for fighting us, even though I started it...I'll let you guys know once I figure it out with him.
End Private
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[March the ] |
I might hex my own brain into a mush. I can't figure out anything I have for homework. It's killing me. Really it's truly just...slaying me right now. Do the teachers plan this? Do they meet up and say, alright so this week let's assign a shitload of homework.
Because it's bloody annoying and I can't stand it!! For shit's sake.
If anyone wants to help me I would appreciate it. A lot. Like....a lot. Please.
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[March the ] |
The damn Snitch has been caught. I'm muddy. Wet. Bruised. And pissed at Fred. Thanks for shoving me off my damn broom to get the Snitch mate! But really, I'm glad we finally caught the damn thing. And if anyone feels like confessing to leaving it out, go for it. I'll warn you now though, my foot will be so far up your ass you'll be choking on it. Also Fred, you're damn lucky that I didn't break my arm or something, you'd be out a Beater mate, lucky I know how to tuck and roll out of a six-foot fall. The ground isn't all that hard with mud to cushion a fall...but it isn't exactly soft either. I think I might have eaten mud...I know it's crusting on my face.
So. Off I go to shower, anyone want to let me into the Prefect's bathroom? It'd be much appreciated and I'd give you something in return! Whether it be...helping/doing homework, a good snog, you name it I'd be up for it. I need a good shower.
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[February the ] |
Really the only thing that you need to say about the damn Prophet is that Travers is a bloody idiot. Dad and I were talking about it and he agrees, this whole registering thing is a load of shit. Honestly though. The Minister better pull it together and figure out what's up and figure out what the hell he's been doing wrong. Which is a lot. Dad's pretty pissed at Ernie though, says he never really did the right thing, even in school.
Mum got me some tickets to a Falcons game so I'm pretty pumped for that, Falcons might be my favorite team in the league. Dad thinks I'm mad for it but they're bloody amazing. Love when they start shoving people off the brooms, it's pretty damn epic. Dad insists on rooting for the Canons, sure they're good but eh, not as good at the Falcons.
If anyone has an extra belt that would be pretty amazing if you could let me use it. Mine grew some legs and walked away.
-Cal
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