| 3:40p |
I. Am. So. Bored.
I can practically feel my Quidditch skills drying up. We need to practice, dammit. Can't like... a professor or something oversee us? Even for an hour or two? You realize keeping us from the outdoors is unhealthy, correct? Maybe even some form of torture.
And what about my damn spider? He misses his mummy, dammit. I can feel it. He's going to think I abandoned him and it will literally be the most tragic thing ever.
Whatever, I'm just going to sit over here and drink. But I need a fucking cigarette. |