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Thursday, March 9th, 2006
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1:14 pm - Eve and the apple.
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Ever done something that you knew probably wasn't such a good idea and you know you should know better but you just couldn't help yourself and you do it anyway?
[protected against Slytherins]
Like hexing people who could probably kick your arse, for example. This Slytherin bint was bullying a first year, cowardly thing to do for someone her age, so I put a farting hex on her. It was hilarious. She took off running, sounding like a trumpet all the way. Serves her right to be embarassed. I just hope she doesn't jump out at me from the bushes or anything. When I'm out of Ravenclaw, I suppose I should stay where people can see me for a while.
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[private to self]
So, aside fromt that, things have been...interesting. Wayne Hopkins, in particular. I'm not too sure what I'm on about with this fellow. He's not bad-looking and he's fun to be around and I like him, but I'm not entirely comfortable with the situation. Probably because I don't know him too well, I suppose. Of course, I always forget that I'm uncomfortable about anything when I'm talking to him, which doesn't help things. I spend a lot of time in Ravenclaw, true, but I have this icky feeling of avoiding him because I've been there more than usual after the stunt I pulled. I suppose I should go about finishing what I started. We'll see.
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| Thursday, February 23rd, 2006
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12:28 pm
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Arden (one of our first years for those who don't bother to get to know them) and his friends asked me the other day what giant squids eat, and I didn't know because I had never really wondered about such a thing, so I took the lot of them and some second years down to the lake and we conducted a bit of research. Well, all right, we stopped by the kitchens first to stock up on random food stuffs, then we went to the lake. Here is the list we put together before our experiment was interrupted by someone who had a silly idea that we shouldn't feed Squiddy.
YES
hamburgers
pork chops
bacon
shreddies
marmalade
poached DoDo eggs (I don't know why the house elves even carry such a thing, but Squiddy liked it)
cornbeef sandwich
scones
cheddar cheese
tea bags
NO
pudding
pancakes
biscuits
chocolate
pizza
chips
apple crisps
spaghetti
Squiddy actually managed to throw the pancakes back at us. One hit me squarely in the face. That was hilarious.
[private to Wayne]
Ah, sorry if I startled you. I was in an odd mood. All that excitement I suppose. Won't happen agian, promise.
[/private to Wayne]
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| Sunday, February 12th, 2006
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8:07 am
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I. Am so. Bored.
First, the common room. Too quiet. It felt like I could break wind loud enough to echo in that place and no one would even look up with that half-repulsed, half-amused look people always get when that happens. Then, I went to the library. Too many people talking. Couldn't concentrate on reading. Madam Pince must have been out or ill or more mentally unsound than usual for the place to get above a hushed whisper. Then, the Great Hall, again to read. There are far too many people there on their breaks. Shouldn't they be outside or something? Then, the owlry, but someone was snogging. Those two must have been desperate for some alone-time because the owlry smells of musty feathers and droppings and the things that they hack up and it's not exactly my idea of an ideal snogging location because after a while of breathing in there, smell translates into taste and that's a mood killer if there ever was one. Then I went to this place and that place and this thing wasn't right and that thing annoyed me and blah blah and so on. I need stimulation. Someone stimulate me. Please. I'm mentally decaying, here. And my legs are tired of being used.
...and no, not that kind of stimulation, so if you're thinking it, you can stop now, thank you.
Breathing through one nostril at a time is so weird. I wonder why we do that. Does anyone know why we do that?
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