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[23 Mar 2008|08:53pm] |
This is very nearly paradise and I wish Easter came around more often. Every couple of weeks, preferably. I know that most of us would end up blowing up due to over-consumption after a year or two, but I reckon it'd be worth it. After all, at Easter people are practically clamouring to feed you (or me, at least), which is ruddy brilliant in my books. I can never believe that they give us time off school for this!
The holidays at my place have been good so far. My brother showed up at the house before the train arrived, which we weren't expecting, but he didn't come to King's Cross. Can't say I blame him. Turns out he forgot to owl home to tell Mum and Dad that he'd be back and that's sent Mum into panic mode where it comes to having enough food for Felix as well as Dad and me. She swears it's like trying to feed every single quidditch team in Great Britain under one roof when we're all together. Still, in my eyes he's half redeemed himself by bringing a load of chocolate back with him. It's definitely going to come in handy, seeing as he didn't think I could get through all my eggs (including two fried ones) in a morning without being sick, so I've already had to prove him wrong and eat the lot. He now owes me a galleon, but with enough time and firewhisky I can probably get him up to five. According to memory, certain people are extremely impressionable when under the influence and he might just be one of them.
If there's enough other chocolate left over later then I'm going to force him into an eating contest, which will be immediately followed by a spot of quidditch. This may or may not occur post the aforementioned firewhisky assisted money grabbing and things could turn a bit, well, green.
And while I'm sort of on the subject and before I completely forget to mention it, I'd like to say that that was a bloody good game of quidditch last week. I was even a bit envious, stuck watching on as I was.
Now if only I could bring myself to even think about doing homework or, say, studying for the NEWTs I might be able to put the rest of this holiday to good use. Pity there's no chance of that actually happening.
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[14 Mar 2008|07:01pm] |
Assignment type thing on Agnes Hadley
Not that I should be advocating rule breaking (not that I've got a badge or anything, it's more that 'set an example' rubbish that gets tossed around every now and again now that I'm a seventh year), but before I start my essay I'd like to say that I reckon the food fight was a bloody good bit of fun and served as a good distraction from some of the less pleasant stuff going on in the world right now. If we can't have a bit of a laugh every now and again then what's the point of bothering with trying to live. And if that means breaking a couple of rules on occassion then so be it.
Anyway, for this latest assignment I was paired up with Agnes Hadley and I actually had a pretty good time of it. It's got to be the best punishment I've ever served at Hogwarts, leastways, seeing as Agnes doesn't spend her weekends scrubbing out bedpans or stalking everyone's favourite caretaker. Rather than partaking in menial detention-like tasks, Agnes is far more likely to be caught dancing around the castle (which just happens to be one of her favourite past times), enjoying a potions class or, whenever her mother sends her some materials, making clothes. In fact, although she's not entirely certain what she's going to do after Hogwarts- and let's face it, it's a bloody big and scary place out there, what with all those ruddy faced bosses- but she does think that she may have a possible future in clothes design. Though, I must add, she seems more interested in the muggle side of fashion and likes her stuff to be nutters and bright.
So where did this proverbial fashion meister come into being? Well, I can't speak for anything before birth for fear of scaring our dearest professors to death, but I can say that she was born and grew up in Merseyside in Liverpool which anyone who knows anything about muggle music will tell you is the home of the Beatles as well as, Agnes tells me, everything worth mentioning in the 60s. At the moment she lives with her mother Mabel and her father Karyl, and for short times on holidays, her brother Renwick (also known as Rennie). Agnes keeps in close contact with her brother, owling him practically every week and he takes care of her. They don't fight much either, and a load of us with siblings could probably learn a fair bit from them where it comes to getting along with each other.
When it isn't the school holidays, Agnes can commonly be found at school, where she keeps a plethora of friends under her brightly coloured belt. These include, but are by no means limited to, her roommates- Meghan McCormack deserves a special mention by my reckoning-, one Benjy Fenwick and last but by no means least, Dougie McDougal. If you haven't noticed Dougie and Agnes sticking to each other as though by double sided spellotape by now then you're either half blind or being a commendable sod and spending all your time studying (I'm doubting it's the latter though, you rowdy rabble!). Anyway, Agnes' proudest moment so far is making it to six months with Dougie with but two fights and this happened in the pairs' sixth year. The only thing that Agnes finds sweeter than a piece of Dougie MacDougal- revel in my literary techniques of doom, you lot, they're pretty limited when they do show up- is a bloody decent cobbler. Any sort will do so long as it tastes blooming brilliant.
So, I hope you've learnt a bit about unity and Agnes and all that sort of stuff from what I've written, assuming you could be bothered to read to the end. I might as well be honest now and tell you now that I couldn't.
Can we have another food fight now?
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[04 Mar 2008|09:47pm] |
'Minister says everything is fine'
Is he blind?
What the bloody hell is going on? It'd be decent if someone official felt like filling us in. The alumni with these things have seemed suspiciously quiet as of late and it'd be nice to know if anyone outside the castle knows anything about the goings on, reported on or not.
On another completely unconnected note, I'm quite looking forward to the weekend. Looks like it'll be worse for some than others and I reckon I got lucky.
Now I just have to make sure I don't mention bloody babies.
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[28 Feb 2008|08:08pm] |
Cheers to whoever it was that decided to charm the desks. I wouldn't go so far as to proclaim it an act of genius, but it was decent of you to say the least. Shockingly enough I actually managed to get a bit of work done on monday, what with the absence of teachers screeching in my ears.
( Warded Private )
You know what was an act of supreme genius, though? The reinstating of Hogsmeade visits! Never (excluding that very first trip as a third year) have I been so looking forward to a decent visit to Honeydukes. Or, for that matter, a good strong drink in the Three Broomsticks.
( Warded to Shan )
And as for the minister, he ought to sod off and give the job to someone who has a clue about, say, anything other than how to keep everybody in the bloody dark.
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[21 Feb 2008|11:27pm] |
Not sure who came up with that bit of gossip, but I must applaud you for your uncanny ability to turn even the most innocent of things into wild and sexual goings on. Obviously I'm planning on working my way around the entire team, which is going to be bloody awkward seeing as apparently I've already run out of birds. Might as well prioritise, it's going to be a busy few nights. Landon mate, how do you feel about being up next on my list? I hope that won't make sharing a dorm for a few more months a bit weird or anything.
In all bloody seriousness though, those sweatpants were only in my dorm because I stole them so that Matty couldn't have an advantage over me in an eating contest. There's nothing like that about it and she definitely wasn't wearing them at the time. If she had been then a whole common room full of people would've got an eyeful for certain.
Besides, I prefer keepers.
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[19 Feb 2008|02:21am] |
I just thought I should make it known that some people don't need sweatpants to win things because they'll always be able to fall back on determination, power and gut strength (or gut size, at least). Lucky for me I'm one of those types. Unfortunate for the competition that they aren't quite as brilliant as me when it comes to that sort of thing.
While I've got you here hanging on my every word, I was also wondering if anyone else has been having run ins with manticores? I'm certain I saw one at breakfast. Granted, it was a little smaller than your average one, but I got a good look at it and compared it to the descriptions in the books in the library and it was almost a perfect match. Odd thing to be loose in the castle. I wonder if it's eaten any first years yet.
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[12 Feb 2008|09:42pm] |
Painful Good game of quidditch, that. The best team won of course, but it was undeniably close. I think I got off fairly lightly. Not to say that bludger didn't hurt- Pomfrey gave me a right telling off for not coming to see her during the match, but there was no chance I was going to miss a second of it. I'd rather have faced a team of vicious manticores (which just about sums up the opposition) than have disappeared before it was all over. Certain individuals were obviously a bit too keen to settle scores, but other than that I enjoyed the match up until that bloody prat gave Shan one to the head. Good practice for when we play Hufflepuff, I say. Though for now we can laze around for a bit and ignore the yells of our nutters captain.
( Ravenclaw Team )
( Warded to Shan )
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[08 Feb 2008|03:56pm] |
Err That was a bit embarrassing. Feel free to tell me if I owe you an apology of some sort, it's all a bit fuzzy at the moment but I have a feeling I was a bit of a terror. I'm really beginning to pity my parents- I don't have a clue how they ever managed to put up with me and my brother. So yeah, sorry.
( Warded to Shan )
You know what? I'm going to just full out apologise to everyone because bloody hell I was a prat at seven.
Campbell, I apologise for my seven year old self being a complete git to you.
Parker, I really didn't break those crayons but I was still an ass. Sorry.
Malkin, I'm sorry for anything I said that was completely idiotic.
Doc, you're a truly decent bloke. I'm going to apologise to you for having to put up with a load of immature know-it-alls.
Also, sorry to anybody I attempted to cajole into playing football with me. Especially if you happen to be the kid that got in the way of what was going to be a pretty spectacular goal.
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[07 Feb 2008|07:13pm] |
I'M BORED AND ELAINE IS A STUPID AND BORING GIRL. Why is it so rubish here?
I want to play footy now.
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[05 Feb 2008|08:59pm] |
The match is on Saturday! Only a few days stand between me and a damn decent game. There's nothing like a good bludger fly about to clear the head. All those Slytherin supporters out there had better watch out, we don't intend to leave the pitch without a win under our belts. Probably shouldn't be doing this, but I'm going to let you have a hint at one of our strategies by telling you that it may just involve dragons. Nasty, fire breathing dragons. I'd recommend that our opponents steer as far clear from us as possible on the day. Be warned, hair is likely to be scorched and brooms might end up a bit burnt. If you're willing to brave that to join us on the pitch then you ought to be playing for Gryffindor instead.
I like it when they try to fatten us up on pancakes.
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[29 Jan 2008|08:07pm] |
Despite those daft rumours, last week was a good week. In fact, last week was a bloody brilliant week. If this week proves to be just half as decent then I'll forget how to stop smiling, which might look a bit odd next time I get the rubbish thwapped out of me by a bludger. Even the prospect of potions with Slughorn tomorrow or the Minister being an interfering prat isn't stopping the happiness.
( Ravenclaw Quidditch Team )
( Warded to Shan )
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[22 Jan 2008|05:15pm] |
The weekend was pretty good. A decent game of quidditch followed by a faux rest (in which I actually ended up chasing my owl around the common room) seem to have done the trick. Somehow I even managed to get all my homework done on time which, I'll tell you now, hasn't happened since fifth year when everybody started going mad over OWLs.
Not entirely sure what to think over the Daily Prophet yesterday. I mean, it's unlikely to be coincidence, isn't it? What with Widderwink's earlier article. It looks like it's either keep quiet or be eaten by a swarm of Blacks.
( Warded to Ravenclaw Quidditch Team )
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[15 Jan 2008|08:48pm] |
( Warded Private )
The weekend can't come soon enough. Christmas was good, though apparently being at home for a bit makes me lazy. Lazy and very unlikely to bother with homework, which is a shame really because it's putting me at risk of a detention. If only there was a way to make essays more interesting while still writing them- I got halfway through my muggle studies homework before I realised that it's far funner to send muggle objects flying towards unsuspecting third years than to put quill to paper. Someone come and give me a rousing slap.
Quidditch is fast approaching. My only problem with the fixture is that there's no chance that I'll be playing, but hopefully it'll still make for a good watch. Good luck to both teams, I think most of us are expecting a more than interesting match.
Also, happy birthday Landon!
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[17 Dec 2007|10:37pm] |
I don't have a clue what to say I mean, bloody hell I wish they'd just let an owl through. Not good to find that sort of thing out through the Prophet Is everyone
I have chocolate frogs if anybody wants one. It's just... bloody hell
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[16 Nov 2007|08:59pm] |
( Assignment thing )
My holiday traditions
It all starts with the mad relatives- the sort of insane great aunt you never knew you had until she turns up on your doorstep, eggnog clutched in one hand, a mismatched pair of socks in the other. We have an open door sort of policy leading up to Christmas, see, which means that anyone we're friendly with is welcome to hang around and 'bask in the spirit' (my mum's words, not mine). When we're feeling up for a real challenge we safeproof the house and invite some of the muggles from my mum's side over for dinner on Christmas Eve. Somehow we've never given the game away before, even if my dad does sit there looking all twitchy without his wand.
If it's just wizarding folk around the house then things tend to go a bit crazy. Every year my mum always reckons that instead of going in for her shift the next week, someone else'll be doing her job while she sits stewing in a Mungo's bed thanks to exhaustion and frayed nerves. Christmas day we clear everyone but me, my mum, my dad and my brother out, though.
The day starts off with present-opening. Me and Felix have to choose one present from our piles and I always seem to end up picking the biggest one and being disappointed. My dad knows a charm that makes the wrapped presents look completely different to how they should do and I fall into the trap every time.
Me and my brother muck around for the rest of the day; sometimes we go and visit some of our muggle friends for an hour or two and get into a quick game of festive footie. Usually we make it back late, get shouted at by mum and settle down to eat a delectable christmas dinner of turkey, vegetables and pints and pints of gravy. Ever since Felix chipped a tooth on a sickle in the pudding when we were small I've been a bit wary of dessert.
Day ends, Mum explodes, Dad gets tiddly and starts dancing to the wireless, Felix and I argue over quidditch. We suddenly remember the rest of the presents, rip them open. I find something quidditch related from my parents and a severed foot (fake, I think) from Felix. Everyone falls asleep in the living room and we wake up early in the morning to Mum's screeches about needing to get to work.
Christmas is brilliant, yeah?
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[31 Oct 2007|10:10am] |
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Happy fourth best day of the year!
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[14 Oct 2007|07:53pm] |
Christ
Hello!
Nobody knows whether or not potions'll be on next week, do they? If you tell me that it's cancelled for the year then I will happily go to this masquerade thing as a penguin
Is anyone else left lonely and wilting coming up to this ball? We shrinking violets could get together at the event and mourn our forgetfulness and/or lack of prospects and/or ugliness in a corner, hurriedly downing firewhisky (for the record, dear prefects, if anyone is caught with that sort of utterly despicably banned substance then it won't be me behind it) as we lament over what ought to have been. If you don't mind seeking me out through puddles of tears reaching your delightfully knee-like knees then you are all perfectly welcome to console me in my state of awful, soul consuming grief. Alas, I am ruined.
PS. A quick warning to all, avoid milkboys at all costs.
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[22 Sep 2007|03:33pm] |
Alright, everyone? Following a brief stint in the hospital wing, the madness of truth spouting peers and a bout of sickness largely brought on by the journalificated ramblings of some of our esteemed alumni, I finally deign the time fit to say that I have officially experienced enough excitement to last me a lifetime. Were I to die tomorrow I would die a happy man.
Having never seen this 'sound of music' thingy, I have to say that I'm no expert on it. Nevertheless, I'm going to join in and do one of those lists anyway.
Things that would probably stop me jumping off the Astronomy Tower were I ever to contemplate doing that sort of thing.
1. Quidditch.
2. Food. Give me almost anything previously proved to be edible and I'll eat it.
3. Football! For the lot of you 'not in the know' it's a muggle game. Not as good as quidditch, but you've got to give them some credit- it can be an interesting game if you really get into it. One ball, two goals, two teams, the occasional broken leg. It's wicked fun.
4. A bloody good book.
5. My house mates.
6. Waking up while it's still dark.
7. Socks. Whoever invented them must have been a genius.
8. Family, even if they can be irritating sometimes.
9. The holidays, no matter how much my muggle mates take the mickey out of the posh boarding school they reckon I go to.
10. Crazy-looking muggle dancing. If anyone knows how to make themselves look like fools and have fun doing it then it's them.
11. Winning.
12. Hogsmeade weekends. You can't beat a good butterbeer while escaping school for the day.
13. Astronomy.
14. This place. If I had my way then I wouldn't ever have to leave Hogwarts.
15. My team mates.
16. Falling asleep anywhere that I shouldn't. The consequences can be hilarious.
17. The knowledge that, one day, I will walk into potions with bright pink hair, just to confuse Professor Slughorn.
That'll do for now.
( Warded to the USO )
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[11 Sep 2007|07:50pm] |
Respect.
Respect is an odd sort of thing, really. Sometimes the least deserving somehow pick up huge amounts of it along the way ahead of those who probably deserve it, though sometimes it's around the opposite way. It all depends on the situation and how people go about getting it. Natural or earned, respect is an important factor in almost everything in life- without it we're set to go nowhere, yet with it we're given the taxing job of trying to get the lot giving the respect out of a ditch or whatnot. When you think about it, it's quite a tricky thing to wield.
Throughout life most of us experience some time or another where our respect for someone dies, goes into hibernation or simply never existed. Still, we should veer from the offensive and at least try to get it back and cultivate it as best we can. I know that I can't get along with everybody, but I'd always try to respect them anyway, regardless of who they are. Even if you aren't someone's greatest friend doesn't mean that you have to be their mortal enemy, especially not in a place like school or (in the near future for some of us) at work.
We need to respect each other, but above all else respect ourselves. If you can't say that you're proud of who you are- and this sounds disgustingly cliche, but perhaps it's like that for a reason- then there's no point in trying to be proud for or of anyone else, because life shouldn't work that way.
In order to waste both time and space I shall now conduct a comprehensive study as to the some of the less likely people who, for some odd reason, I respect.
1. First years. Having once been a first year myself and having been put through the misery of both Peeves and getting lost they're going to make the top of my list.
2. Prefects that bother to take points from me. Why? Well, they're doing their bloody job, aren't they?
3. People who have strong or offensive views on a particular subject but manage to keep them to themselves. We're all entitled to think what we like, so long as it doesn't harm anyone else and I wish I was better at shutting up in some situations.
This is getting a bit boring, no? I'm going to end this here and prevent the many nosebleeds that may have followed if I'd dragged this on any more.
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[07 Sep 2007|07:07pm] |
Hogwarts is going completely mad, which is why I'm going to try and keep this as normal as possible.
Friday is definitely going to be the best day of my week. For now it's completely free and I intend to keep it that way- a lie in is often well deserved following an age of hard work and tyrannical teachers. This year I have a feeling that transfiguration will be my favoured class, despite McGonagall's tendency to lean towards the strict. Although, she didn't bother telling me off last lesson, so perhaps that's a sign of even better things to come. As ever, I'm still wondering why I took potions. Probably because of the Outstanding it got me in my OWLs, but I'm pondering whether or not the grade is worth the weekly torment of Slughorn's concoction filled lair. Right now I'd say it's looking doubtful.
On the subject of homo I mean, I'm not going to mention a certain something because I don't Urgh. My quill is being a prat.
If I'm going to make this as normal as I can then I suppose I should mention quidditch. But not winning, because that'll only send the lot of you up the wall and I don't want to spark anything else off Only if all I'm going to say on the topic is that it's a brilliant game. At least most of us can agree on that and if we can't then it's not worth arguing over. Some of us enjoy it and some of us don't. It's simple, really. Nothing that needs to be made an issue out of. Which is why we should just leave it alone and forgive our differences. And by differences I mean opinions on quidditch, of course.
I've procrastinated long enough and it's finally time to start on my essays. Aufwiedersehen.
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