| 006. |
[01 Feb 2012|12:16am] |
( Warded to Self )
"Something subdued", honestly? It's my last birthday at school and they want to go down to Hogsmeade like we do practically every weekend?
Fucking I'm gonna drink James out of every galleon he has.
End Wards
Happy Halloween, everyone. I vote that in honour of, say, the events of the last eighteen years, we rename today. All Sirius' Eve, maybe?
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| 004. |
[12 Jan 2012|04:02am] |
Warded to Students
Merlin, I love Muggle Studies. Sometimes I wonder if Woodshock isn't getting our lessons out of a Muggle daycare guide.
Today we played Hangman for two hours. Anyone want to give it a go? It's really simple. You guess letters, if you get them right then I'll fill in the proper blanks, if not, I draw on part of the stick figure. If you get enough wrong that the whole man appears before you guess the phrase, you lose.
End Wards
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| 003. |
[28 Dec 2011|12:26am] |
I love gossip as much as the next person, but this batch seems a bit dull. Didn't you all know I was banging Evans behind James' back? Thought that was common knowledge. It's just sad what interests people nowadays.
( Warded to Regulus Black )
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| 002. |
[26 Dec 2011|10:30pm] |
Warded to Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, & Hufflepuffs
Ladies. Gentlemen. People who identify as neither gender or both genders or, in fact, anything in between (except people who identify as purist prats, you're not welcome).
If you've been reading the Prophet lately--first of all, why?--but you'll have noticed that the world we live in is going completely to shit. It's illegal to have an opinion, if you get kidnapped the Ministry will be more concerned with its own image than with rescuing you: basically, we're all screwed.
I know what you're thinking. "Sirius, you sexy, brilliant man, why are you telling us all this depressing stuff? What can we do about it?" Well, there are loads of things, you beautiful people, but the first step to doing anything properly is to begin in high spirits! We can't very well save the world if we're all in a rut from bitching and complaining, now can we?
To that end, your favourite purveyors of mischief, madness, and mayhem have got a surprise for you. The sky is falling, so, as the lovely Miss Aurelia Jones suggested, we're all going to party! Forget your worries for just one night, let everything go, go a little mad, have a drink for Minister Leech, and the next morning (once you've recovered from your hangovers, of course), you'll be refreshed and ready to actually take some action!
The party will be this Friday night, ten PM, seventh floor east corridor, in a couple of deserted classrooms we'll have all decked out for the occasion. The doorknob will be purple, that's how you'll know you've got the right room. To get in, tap it once with your wand and say the password: "Fuck Ruddock" (though you may want to whisper, you know he's watching). Don't get caught sneaking out and ruin the fun for everyone, now.
End Wards
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| 001. |
[16 Dec 2011|04:06am] |
It's so bloody good to be back on a broom with the rest of you lot! Nobody flies like a pride of Gryffindors. Granted, your captain and I spent half our summer dive-bombing each other and playing one-on-one, but it's hardly the same.
Warded to Marauders
Oi, R that little Slytherin prat who was watching our tryouts--got away before I could see who it was, which as far as I'm concerned is all the more reason to prank the whole house, make sure we don't miss. That'd be a brilliant way to start off the year as well. Any ideas, mates?
End Wards
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