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Friday, October 24th, 1997
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9:55 pm
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Been feeling a bit under the weather lately. Hannah reckons the solution to this would be to study more, and I don't know about you, but heaping on more stress always seems to make me feel better.
First Ravenclaw match of the season is tomorrow and it'll be strange without B It should be brill.
Bugger. Why am I bothering with this thing again?
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| Monday, June 9th, 1997
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9:03 pm
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Any other day, I might make some clever and rather blatantly self-righteous remarks about feeling better than everyone else who's running about, behaving like little children.
But the truth is, though I was a bit harsh on them Saturday, the first and second years don't act anything like this. Not in Hufflepuff, at any rate. You see, someone not so very older than themselves died not too long ago. Perhaps you heard about it?
Honestly, today I don't feel superior. I just feel a bit sad, I suppose.
I'll be out on the pitch if anyone needs me.
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| Saturday, June 7th, 1997
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1:42 pm
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First and second years are small. I don't recall being nearly this tiny myself.
Or even half this annoying, to be honest. Perhaps I ought to have stayed behind in Hogsmeade, bored or not. At least there was butterbeer.
And no, Hannah, I was not staring. It certainly isn't any fault of mine if the lovely Rosmerta just happens to walk into my line of vision with astounding frequency. Her rather nicely proportioned hips can't help themselves, I'm sure. Actually, that's the lovely thing about a girl with a bit more of a slender frame. It makes for a more compact sort of a person.
Speaking of the midget (I adore you, Belly, really), I've got plans to set in motion. (Very large and important plans. Not that my ideas are ever any less, of course.) So I'll be leaving the runts to fend for themselves.
If you lot are lucky, they'll have knocked each other unconscious before you come home.
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| Saturday, May 10th, 1997
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8:13 pm - Better for you Goyle?
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| Saturday, March 22nd, 1997
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6:37 pm
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The Cannons out-playing the mighty Kitso? Goyle and I doing top level work in Potions? Harry Potter bending school rules? (Hold on a minute, no, that's actually quite normal.) Goldstein picking fights in public?
The world's gone mad! Everything is all out of sorts!
We all must realise what this means.
MY BIRTHDAY IS FAST APPROACHING. (If only I could be buggered to make it nice and sparkly. Ah, well.)
So, of course, the planets shift and realign to place me properly at the center of the universe. Just as it should be.
My apologies, Fawcett, but it seems that karma didn't approve of you showing McCormack such little respect and it's taken its revenge in turn. Perhaps the next time you'll know better than to send rude looks in my direction!
The rest of you, let this be a warning! Fate is a cruel master, but Finch-Fletchley is even worse.
Oh, and the celebration of my day of birth is Monday, for anyone left wondering. I trust you've all bought presents already.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I understand there's a Harpies match playing just now and I happen to know someone who's likely to be a bit put out.
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| Sunday, March 9th, 1997
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9:21 pm
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Haven't felt my best the past few days. Might be the weather, or I might just need more sleep.
Consider this a warning, either way: I am currently in a very fragile state. Any form of yelling and/or badgering might easily lead to physical and mental ruin from which there is no returning.
If you'll excuse me now, I feel a cough coming on.
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| Monday, February 24th, 1997
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12:23 pm
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I'd love to be able to remark on the weather, but I'm afraid I'm just not clever enough for that. Even though I'm quite sure that "it is very cold" could easily be modified into a comment on the current state of the Prophet events Ernie's love life everything, that's for someone else to write.
Personally, I'll just have to settle for being direct.
Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, of course, but is the Daily Prophet actually implying that Professor Jones was killed by renegade Muggles?
Are we to assume that they disagreed with her detention policy?
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| Friday, February 14th, 1997
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10:40 pm - St. Sap's Day
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Holidays should come around more often. Especially the sort which boost my self-esteem. (Such as birthdays, parts of winter hols, and the as of yet undeclared National Justin Day. The balloons will obviously be Firebolt shaped, as will the pastries.)
Out of all these potentially excellent holidays, though, today was even better than anticipated. Just goes to show, I think. (If you have to ask what it's showing, then I'm sure you'll never know. ... Or you might just realise that I don't know either and I'm only babbling nonsense.)
Bloody perfect way to start of the end of the week, if you ask me.
And for the record: I rather like her as well.
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| Tuesday, January 28th, 1997
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12:18 am
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I thought it was going to turn out to be Mandy or maybe Ginny and that
MANDY, YOU STUPID BINT, WHERE ARE YOU? IF YOU'RE ALIVE, THEN YOU SAY SO.
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| Thursday, January 23rd, 1997
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10:38 pm
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I broke a quill in class today. That sort of thing is messier than one realises until it happens. (At which point, one starts to realise.)
Mandy, I'm going to the library after classes tomorrow.
Meet me there, alright?
And bring your book with you.
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| Saturday, January 18th, 1997
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10:17 pm
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CORNER, IF YOU
Right, I'd say that went rather well. Mostly in the sense that I didn't end off as badly as James -- whose face, for anyone interested who did not attend tonight (although I really don't know why or how that would be possible), is looking better than it did just after Fawcett's fist made contact with it. (I'm talking about the last time, of course. She didn't smack him around on dance night or anything.) That Fawcett is such a lovely girl. With quite the curves.
Which is exactly what I'm talking about. The night was a success because I haven't got a bloody nose. (And neither has little Jamsie.) Although it might have come close for a
Ernie, mate
Hannah
I'm not going to address anything specific to anyone in here, because apparently that offends certain people. Instead, I'd like to say that all the ladies who looked lovely tonight realise as much already, I'm sure, and if they don't they can feel free to ask me. I'll set the matter straight, rest assured.
The blokes didn't look entirely bad, either, except for certain which I'll note just for the sake of fairness, equality, and maybe even diversity. (See that, Mandy? I'm maturing. I can accept that there are bummers diverse blokes out there and include them in the harmony of mutual love and understanding. It's a brotherhood of man. Which is all that's)
Oh, sorry. Broke my own promise. Tsk, tsk. To bed without dessert.
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| Saturday, January 11th, 1997
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9:18 pm
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Look, this stopped being funny ages ago, and if the person who took my scroll doesn't give it back to me by tomorrow, I will start being very upset about it.
And I won't buy them another gift (particularly not one that's a scroll) ever again, and it would serve them right.
Don't be sore, Fawcett. I'm sure you'll look just fine in a dress.
(Don't bother being dense and asking where I'm writing this, as we all know there are parchments in every common room -- which I could have used at any time, mind you, to see what was being said about me, THANK YOU VERY MUCH, MANDY -- but I didn't bother until now because there was too long of a line.)
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| Tuesday, December 31st, 1996
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12:41 am
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Since there seems to be a bit of speculation and discussion on the topic: while I can't speak for anyone else, I did not deliberately write on my scroll while slightly inebriated smashed in the state I was in because I thought it would be "cute" or particularly funny.
To be honest, I barely even noticed that there was much of a difference between that and the usual standard of my writing. (Until the morning, of course. I noticed then.) It must be the dodgy handwriting. Tricks me into thinking I'm a moron, and I fall for it every time. Tsk.
And, for anyone interested: no. My parents weren't upset by Professor Snippy Snape's letter home. It's not as though I'm a first year, after all.
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| Sunday, December 29th, 1996
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4:26 am - WHEEEEE
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Tintin is a perv don't think he's ever seen a girl he knows with her shirt off honestly it wasn't as if I was even FACING him and it wasn't as if he was supposed to LOOK what a perv goes squeaky when shirt off only saw my back honestly what is so exciting
Am at Tintin's house now he is sooo cute I really like him
OW dropped stupid shoe am hungry want a kebab Tintin didn't buy me food am staaaarving OOOH Tintin has a diverse lover
He snogs good nice hands too
Where are my clothes stupid clothes ooooh PORN Tintin's room is so nice bed so comfor
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| Wednesday, December 25th, 1996
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1:07 am - Midnight Mass.
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The service was dull, but that's to be expected. Mum was painfully overbearing, but that's fairly normal, too.
The Belly looked like a dwarf in a sack tonight, which I imagine comes from dress shops not making clothes in midget-size. But, as much as one can judge these things from a slight distance, she smelled nice, at least.
I really haven't anything else to say.
current mood:  tired
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| Monday, December 23rd, 1996
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8:14 pm - This is getting repetitive.
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I hope everyone's enjoying their holiday, although I must say that it doesn't look that way judging by the number of exclamation points and capital letters being tossed about.
I never thought I would have to say this again, but: would everyone please mind their own business and leave Mandy alone? (No, Ginny, although I still rather like you, I would have to say that your brother is not your business and your close friend's holiday plans, unless they include you, aren't exactly your business either.)
Hannah: I'm going to owl you. I don't know how much Ernie's already told you about things, and I know I told him he should feel free, but I've decided it's only fair for me to say it personally -- and not say it here, where everyone else can read, as it's really no one else's concern.
Also, for those of you wondering if our dear Fawcett has gone off and died: she had planned to write an entry using my scroll during the train ride home, apparently, but Boot scampered off with it. (Yes, scampered. It seems like just the sort of thing he would do, doesn't it?) That problem ought to sort itself out as well, in the very near future.
That's all I'm going to say.
current mood: busy
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| Thursday, December 12th, 1996
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9:35 pm - UNACCEPTABLE.
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MANDY. WHEN YOU READ THIS, YOU MUST COME AND FIND ME.
IT HAD BETTER NOT BE AFTER CURFEW, EITHER, BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO GET INTO TROUBLE AGAIN.
You remember that thing we talked about before? That club? Well, it's EVEN MORE IMPORTANT NOW.
ONE OF OUR PROFESSOR'S IS A HOMOPHOBIC GIT, AND HE KNOWS WHICH ONE HE IS.
current mood:  pissed off
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| Tuesday, December 10th, 1996
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11:48 pm
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The best gift bought in Hogsmeade was something I got for myself.
Funny how a thing like that happens.
Mandy and Ginny: I've a devious sort of plan. We ought to chat.
current mood:  strangely quiet
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| Friday, November 29th, 1996
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7:42 am
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Since nobody seemed to understand my point the last time I said it:
Mandy and I don't need anyone else's advice on how we ought to feel about something. If we'd like your opinion, we'll ask for it. Otherwise, just kindly shut it.
There. Was that clear enough for you? (I'm looking at you, Potter.)
Smith, I
current mood: frustrated
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| Tuesday, November 26th, 1996
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7:01 pm
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I would appreciate
If something hasn't got a bloody thing to do with
Here's an idea.
At the age of sixteen, I'd say I'm old enough to manage responding to a given situation without any helpful suggestions from those not involved.
Meaning that perhaps everyone ought to learn to mind their own business.
Mandy: I'm sorry, but I just haven't the time to talk right now. I thought that I might, but I was obviously wrong. Too much schoolwork during the week.
Are you going to be free over the weekend? Maybe then.
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