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Blaise, we need to talk. Soon. Please and thank you.
I am ready to spit nails and ....
I need OUT of here very soon. VERY soon.
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Page Summary
March 2009
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See, just when I think I am all out of things to amuse me - I am writing my mother an owl about last weekend and I remember something. It was a decent weekend. And que the red and pink invasion.... I am maintaining my Anti-Valentine's Day strike. I have my little black dress. I have my treats to bring to the festivities. I should really find something to do rather than be bored.... I don't want to know what Blaise's hair is orange and while I sympathize with the boy - I mean ORANGE not the color any one would normally choose in this House. That's more of a Gryffindor or Hufflepuff color.... Okay, so that was an odd letter from home. Of all the times for my parents to remember me.... Although they did send me a care package with the potion supplies I needed - so all was not in vain with them. For once. Just when you think Slytherin could go just a bit longer without drama... And then you are proven wrong. Really we are an angsty teen novel in green and silver at times. I am bored silly today, think it's the slowest Friday in a very long time. I just want to go back to the dorms, get some music going and work off the stress of this last week. Is that too much to ask? Obviously since people insist on having the boring classes in the afternoon and then wonder why people fall asleep during them. Yes, I hexed two first years in my own house. Yes, I had a reason for once, a good VALID reason. Actually now that I REALLY think on it I had more than one but they spilled gunk all over my Charms notes. I was almost done with some thrice damned eighteen inches of hell and then they go and gunk up my notes. |