OCTAVIUS PEPPER LOVES BALLS!!!!!

Rumours and labels and categorisation.
I'm like a struggling doctor - no patients.
But you can say what you want about me;
Keep talking while I'm walking away, bitches.( Read more... )

WARDED TO AXIS OF SHORT:

Can one of you tell Aunt Octavia thanks for dinner tonight, at some point? I meant to, but somehow forgot to tell her that before Mum and I left. And thanks for just getting to see you all tonight, because I've really missed you lot.

I might be unavailable for a bit, though, because I'm going to work on overhauling my room and it is going to take forever to figure out what colour to paint these walls. Mum is paying for it since it still has the little ducky border from when I was a wee kid, since you know I kind of can't leave the country or do anything like that. I guess this is the next best thing. But yeah, thought I'd let you all know that you might not be seeing much for me for awhile.

WARDED TO 79ERS:

Can we not make this awkward, please? Let's just pretend that instead of going to Azkaban then a DMLE holding cell and losing ten pounds that I went on a fabulous vacation in some exotic locale that left me with an amazing tan. Hey, guys. Looks like I missed a few things.

This wasn't the type of news I was expecting to come home to. My deepest condolences to the families of Evan Rosier and Jeremy Wilkes.

WARDED TO IMOGEN:

Excuse me, Miss Thing, but I do believe you are overdue for a progress report a la you and Daniel Goldstein. It has been days since our picnic and what have I been given? Nothing. I didn't go through all of the trouble of convincing Daniel he's worthy of your attention to sit here and be left in the dark. This is unacceptable!

If he's bring up things like sexual relations as a prelude to asking you out, then obviously he's far more desperate stupid horny interested in you than we could have predicted, so what gives Imogen Millicent Bagnold? I want details. All of them. As your matchmaker I am entitled to them and as one of your closest friends? I deserved all of the little nitty gritty ones!

WARDED TO 1978ERS & 1979ERS:

I want to plan a party. I am so bored sitting around waiting for training to start and need something to occupy my time. Let's make this happen. We can celebrate something, yet I'm not sure exactly what. One of you go become engaged or earn a medal or Thisbe move into a new flat (with me!!!) and we can have a flat warming party.

At this point, I'm willing to work with other ideas and/or suggestions, but this needs to happen. Yes? Agreed? Good.

I can't sleep because I thought a lethifold was trying to slide over me in my sleep, but it turned out to only be a spider with spindly little legs crawling across my face as I slept. This is nearly worse, because after I woke up and screamed and swatted at it... It disappeared. As of right now there is probably some spider that thinks it's a lethifold hiding in the dark crevices of my closet waiting for me to go into a peaceful slumber so it can attack. The little demonic thing probably isn't happy with me because I saw it had a bent leg when it scuttled off after I hit it with my journal.

Basically, I hate spiders and one might be out to take my life. I'm not a fan of lethifolds either, for the record.

WARDED TO THISBE & IMOGEN:

Guess who is going to have drinks with Elliot Avery tomorrow night at the Three Broomsticks? Hint: ME!!!

Merlin's ascot, what am I going to wear? I don't think I have anything acceptable. Do you think I have time to run out and go shopping for something before tomorrow night? My life could be over if I don't look perfect, you know. Ugh, I hope he doesn't take this as an invitation to bring Lottie along, because that would utterly ruin my night. Should I ask him if he's planning on inviting her? No, that might give him the idea to do so and I can't have that happening. Forgetting about her: I'm so excited!

WARDED TO IMOGEN:

And guess who else has found out some interesting information in regards to yourself from a Mr Daniel Goldstein? Hint: It's also me.

WARDED TO SUZANNE:

Suzanne. Darling. Sweety. We need to talk. I know that may sound scary, but I'm only here to look out for your best interests and everyone else's that you surround yourself with. Actually, that's rather the reason we need to have a talk, but I promise it will be painless.

I know that there is all of this silliness insanity going on, but I, for one, think things are grand.

WARDED TO ELLIOT:

About those drinks. Still up to grab a pint or two at some point?

I'M FREE!
And have missed my mum's cooking more than I could have imagined. Double and: tomorrow I'm going to spend the day at Morecambe bay doing nothing other than-- Wait for it! NOTHING!!! I won't read, I won't write, I won't revise and, okay, I won't be swimming because of the currents, but I'm alright with that because I'd probably blind myself with how pale my stomach has become. Or hm, maybe I'll work on that, but I'm not sure.

The brilliance of this all? I don't have to have a set plan going into it! All I need to do is pack myself something to eat and be on my way! Oh my gosh, I'm so excited to be done with NEWTs and not even have to think about schooling or training or retaining information for quite some time! I'm about to overload on happiness now, so should probably go stare at pictures of orphans or something before I end up exploding from pent up glee. (I'm not sure if that'd be the most politically correct way to fend this off - impending explosion/implosion - but still think it will work just fine, personally.)

WARDED TO DIGGLES:

As I've been predicting for quite some time, if I fail all of my NEWTS - for whatever reason - and end up homeless: would one of you mind providing me with shelter, because I'm going to suggest to my mother that she disown me in this event... but don't really want to end up sleeping under a bridge. Thank you in advance.

I woke up this morning and could not breathe. This fact was only complicated by the cold sweat that came about when I was convinced I had slept for an entire day and missed the first examination. What if this really happens!? With the NEWT-level classes I am taking, there are at least five opportunities for this to happen. It's completely plausible that it will happen and then there will be no way around the fact that my life is over before it even started. Please, don't point out how I've had plenty of time to revise because it's not been nearly enough and now-- And now? NEWTs are upon us and all of that time spent sequestered in the library is probably going to amount to nothing, because now I'm convinced I'm going to sleep through an entire day. My lack of slumber the past few days could easily enough play into this and it's all starting tomorrow and perhaps I should just admit defeat now. Not that this is the sort of thing I would do, but it's a very viable possibility at this point, I'm beginning to realise.

How do people survive this type of thing? I feel like I need to do something to rectify this situation for the next generation of wizards and witches, because this is just becoming silly at this point.

WARDED TO THISBE:

Haaaaaaaaaappy birthdaaaaaaay toooooo ussssss, loooooovey!

I am now eighteen. I am now officially eighteen and I think it's about time I can say that! Regardless of the fact that I got my apparition license last year, etc etc. My mum might have owled me books on Egyptian mythology and Harappan culture instead of an IOU for a trip away from this bloody place, but whatever.

There's this, then soon enough NEWTs and this term will be over, so no school ever! Again! Think of all of the lewd and corruptive things I'll be able to do! Well if I truly had a want to, though, haven't decided one way or the other honestly. I'm keeping my options open at this point.

WARDED TO SLYTHERIN 79ERS & SLYTHERIN 78ERS:

I don't understand Hufflepuffs. Why do they obsess over and apologise so much?

WARDED TO THISBE:

Are we doing anything for our birthday? The better question is what are we doing for our birthday that is in exactly a week? I haven't talked to Ulysses about it, but do we want to wait for a Hogsmeade weekend like we've done before or just invade a common room? Also, I really liked that skirt you wore this weekend. It was cute and there are times I can't say that about your choice in apparel, so I thought I should tell you this.

WARDED TO GANYMEDE & DEDALUS:

Do one of you want to convince my mum to pay for a trip abroad this summer as a birthday present for me? My attempts have not really garnered results so far, but you're older and sagely and things of that nature. This isn't to say that there's anything wrong with being older, because with it obviously brings wisdom that I'm sure you both embody: such as being able to assure my mother that this is a good idea.

What's the best way to make your parent parents see reason when they're obviously only averse to it because they don't want to acknowledge you're no longer five years old?

WARDED TO 79ERS:

This is such bollocks. Where did time go? How did this happen? This is terrible because I got no studying done for NEWTs, so I'm going to fail and become homeless.

I don't understand why my mum still sees to bring up me dropping Potions after OWLs, especially seeing as I'm taking NEWTs soon enough. Really? That was how many years ago? And, I mean, how many times do I have to point out that a major factor that put me off on it was my Potions partner and the fact that 1) he was crazy and 2) he wore pleated pants - and not well, at that. What about that is so hard to get the gist of, Mum?