December 6th, 2004
Bloody hell, I'm going to fail Potions.
Too bad I don't really care. Oops.
Did absolutely nothing today except for an Arithmancy essay that isn't due for a month. I'm caught up with most of my work right now. This rarely ever happens. Who's up for a game of Snap?
November 30th, 2004
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.
WHOEVER DID THIS.
I WILL FIND OUT WHO YOU ARE.
**Private to Melody**
Err, love ... I think we need to have a chat. About some things. That I haven't told you.
Current Mood: NOT AMUSED
November 11th, 2004
I swear, the things I get myself into sometimes.
Dean, you might have to chaperone me from now on.
Current Mood: ... amazed
November 5th, 2004
BLOODY FUCKING HELL WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS SHITE?!?!?!?!
. . .
Malfoy, let me know when you have time free.
Current Mood: angry
November 4th, 2004
Hogsmeade on Sunday was brilliant. It was nice to get out of the castle for a little bit and spend some time with Mel. Dean came down later in the afternoon and we all had enough time to sit around in the Common Room later and relax. I've been feeling a little isolated, what with getting sick and having to actually do my schoolwork this year.
Oh, and I've been ordered to give an open invitation to anyone who wants to come and visit over the winter holidays. Ron and Hermione, I expect to see both of you there as I haven't had a chance to talk to either of you in ages. Harry, Draco, Grace - you all are welcome as well. Dean and Mel will be there and there's room and food enough for all.
IC RP with Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Melody Rose de Thenard
( Nighttime in the Common RoomCollapse )
Current Mood: cheerful
October 31st, 2004
Holy CRAP, Snape's got a journal!!!
Current Mood: alarmed
Sweet Merlin, Dean's being an arse about this detention. It's not like I haven't gotten worse from Snape and all the others in the past. He's just bent because I did nothing to cause it this time. Wanker.
It's bloody cold outside!
I don't know what the devil's gotten into him, really . . . and at the moment, I'm not particularly sympathetic, considering that he completely blew me off earlier when he got back. Oh well. I'm too fucking tired to wonder about it right now.
IC RP with Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas
( Back from detention?Collapse )
October 27th, 2004
So my chest has stopped hurting for the most part, which is nice. I still get little twinges but they usually go away. Now it's just headaches and some dizziness, which could mean that my vision is going. I've been noticing that things are blurry when they're far away and I might *gasp* need glasses. I certainly don't want to magically correct my eyes - I'm leery about anyone pointing a wand at ANY part of my body, much less my dazzling blue orbs. Dean's telling me Muggles get this treatment with a beam they call a lazer . . . gahh. I don't think I'd be able to handle it.
So . . . glasses for me, maybe. Hurrah. Except not.
Mel, want to go down to Hogsmeade this weekend if you can get away?
Current Mood: tired
October 23rd, 2004
So I've been having what feel like mini heart attacks all week and I'm wondering what's got me so stressed out that I'm panicking again. I've no idea what's going on and Pomfrey said to get some rest and eat better. What the hell? I eat just fine, I exercise and I do try to go to bed before two in the morning.
Current Mood: pissed
October 18th, 2004
|12:51 am - Oh the wonder that is me|
I was being amused by Dean until he received a frantic letter from his American cousin who follows some sort of sport like Muggle cricket saying that the apocalypse is nigh because someone lost some game by some amount of points. So he's off having a firechat to calm him down, although I doubt he's got more of an idea as to what's going on than me. Crazy Americans. I'll never understand them.
Not much else to report, sadly. Things've quieted down around Gryffindor tower although we're all still buried in homework and I haven't gotten to see much of Mel. But it's off to bed for me now; my throat is scratchy and I think I might be coming down with something. Bugger. It's always around this time of year that I start to get sick.
Current Mood: tired