| It's mind boggling, that's what it is |
[Oct. 13th, 1976|02:58 am] |
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Please. Someone enlighten me because I do believe your Prefect is perhaps a bit slow.
I say this simply because I fail to be able to comprehend why in sweet Circe's name it is a widespread school travesty when Goody-Goody Four-Eyes bonks his bloomin' noggin.
I say we ought to commemorate that day! Commend the bludger for a hit will placed! Give it a gold star and a plaque reading "I, bludger 1 (or 2) contributed to Pot-Head's bump but am not accountable for any brain damage as that was there previous since birth".
Founders, we should be throwing a parade to mark the day.
Then again this isn't anything new. In fact I do believe it's the newest trend with Potter, this head bumping business. And I would conjecture that this isn't even a new trend either... I'm certain that this was a commonplace and a daily happening in the Potter Household when he was growing up.
I mean... just look at how he turned out.
And besides that... it's bleeding Quidditch! And might I point out the bludger was only doing what it was supposed to do? Created to do?
This said... why is this such big news again? Let's do a bit of simple arithmetic shall we?
Bludgers + Bats + Multitasking + inattentiveness to one's surroundings = accidents waiting to happen and BOUND to happen.
Need I say more?
Why yes, just one last thing... or maybe two.
If that was the most interesting, most earth-shattering event that has the entire school in quasi-mourning then we're all in trouble.
And need serious lives.
NOW.
In fact I'd be more indignant that I wasted an entry on this if this were a brand new journal but as it's the tainted one (due to tainted hands much previous), well I figure its paper well wasted. |
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| Life is full of surprises |
[Oct. 5th, 1976|03:32 pm] |
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Well I’m prefect.
Yes even I can be surprised. And here I was sure I was in for a detention for telling it how it is.
And suddenly they want me to learn the ropes from ground up in my last year… Curious I tell you.
I expect help. Yes you, fellow Prefect.
Memmy-line I will say this now—no shrieking unless it is in the form of congratulation. |
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[Sep. 16th, 1976|10:35 pm] |
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I've been feeling more refreshed than I have in a long time. A thanks to all who caused my eyes to close in weariness. Also beat Rosier at Wizarding chess today. He took his loss in stride. Well actually he overturned the table but there's no need to rub salt in the wounds. After all I wouldn't want him to smother me in the night just to spite me. I can't help it if my chess skills are far superior to his!
I feel as if a lot more time has gone by... But it's only been sixteen days. I wonder if the rest of the year is going to be the same. Fast but slow. What a paradox we live in.
[Private: Unlockable by Slytherin Boys]
... You know you've hit rock bottom when you're getting help from Potter. The Head Boy. Yeesh. I'm going to be carted off to Azkaban next. Or run through by a unicorn. Or maybe serenaded by a veela gone scary. Or maybe eaten by a Manticore...
On the bright side (gasp!! There's a bright side to this situation?!) he did take some points from his own fellow member in his House. Not as many as I would've liked but beggars cannot be choosers, not that I was begging nor did I choose any of said conversations.
And I'm writing in this thing again. I sprayed it with disinfectant and was even tempted to wash it, but I'm sure I'd miraculously get weird complaints from everyone and their mother as everyone seems to enjoy addressing me about topics not at all discussed in my journal. Amazing how they all deviate from the subject at hand. And amazing that it's almost always the misfits... I do believe next I will find my Journal has been publicized to the muggles themselves and every last one of them will see fit to contaminate it.
What a positively wretched thought.[/Private] |
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[Sep. 15th, 1976|01:23 pm] |
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I growl in the face of circumstance.
And I am disgusted. Beyond disgusted. That's right Vance, you heard me!!
In other news... well there is no other news unless I am boring and trivial and ramble about my good marks in Arithmancy. It's always been a strong point of mine. Not to say that I am lacking in strong points because I am strong all across the border. Except maybe in terms of physical strength. Not that I've tried. Not that I've wanted to try. I'm skinny. We wee skinny things do not do well in brawls and battles. Besides, I'm above that. Right. Though I'm not sure what's worse... a fist or a hex. Hmm... I'll still take a Duel any day. Fists are a thing of muggles. Yeah. I guess this means I was just boring and trivial.
But life is considerably... slow as of late. Maybe it's because I don't have anyone to bug anymore... damn. Life doesn't revolve around her but it's hard when we're in five classes together.
I would say it's hard to believe I'm back at Hogwarts again for my last year... but it's not. Antics have started, the melodrama has commenced and for the most part the House Rivalries are still going strong. With the exception of you Vance, you traitorous vixen you. What are you doing!? Get back over in the dungeons! In fact I ought to just keep you shackled there. I take my eye off for you for one minute and you’re off with hooligans. Life is pretty much the same. Minus the fact that I’m not speaking to a certain somebody.
I'd say we're already into the full swing of things. |
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