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private: sirius [24 Mar 2006|03:00pm]
[ mood | sirius ]

I think this thing ate all my socks.

How're you?

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Private: Sirius [14 Dec 2005|05:36pm]
[ mood | panicked! ]

SIRIUS!!! Help!!!!

I think...I think I broke it.

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[04 Dec 2005|04:22pm]
Oh lookie here.

I quite forgot about this thing. As did everyone else, evidently, nobody's updated in ages. I don't think my pribbler appreciates being neglected and left to get dusty and...fuck me, is that mould?! eurgh!! Hey no don't do tha-- OWWWWWW GERROFF ME YOU MAD FERAL THING NOT ON NOT ONNNNN sajhlaghlasudghlk

...Right, it just tore off half my sleeve in an attempt to eat me alive. Actually, I've been getting that a lot lately. Were these things programmed to be violent or was it a design flaw?
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[05 Sep 2005|07:02pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

I've had the week from hell.

Three detentions with Snape. I've lost fifty points for Gryffindor. Quidditch is going horribly - from the looks of it, we're going to get flattened by Slytherin in two weeks. Seamus has been sleeping in the common room, presumably because Ron keeps glaring at him and muttering darkly whenever they're within sight of each other. A couple of second-years keep following me around and giggling at me. I almost tripped over the shorter one on the way to Charms. And this Defence essay is kicking my arse.

But, regardless, I'm in a surprisingly good mood.

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PRIVATE: SNAPE. [05 Sep 2005|04:25pm]
[ mood | confused ]

I want to know what the fuck is going on.

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Tada. [22 Aug 2005|02:46am]
[ mood | blah ]

I'm developing a habit of only using this thing at ungodly hours of the night. Not good. Can't seem to sleep properly - I keep waking up every twenty minutes.

Very glad to finally look normal again. No cuts or bruises or various maladies to speak of. Finally. No idea how Ron managed to get rid of his six whole days before me. I think he cheated, which is very unfair.

I don't really know what to say in this thing...I feel very boring. Classes are tedious. Homework moreso. I feel restless, like I'm waiting for something to happen. Gee, wonder why.

Oh, Gryffindors, Quidditch practise has been changed to Wednesday instead of tomorrow.

Erm. That's it, I guess.

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Private: You Know Who. Not that one, obviously, the other one. [09 Aug 2005|06:08pm]
[ mood | awkward ]

Oi. You. Sirius type person. Erm...I have no idea what to call you, so...Right.

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PRIVATE. [09 Aug 2005|04:17am]
[ mood | tired as a bastard ]

That was surely the weirdest thing ever.

What kind of idiot talks to his godfather's imposter?!

I don't think I've ever been so confused in my life. I don't know what to think. Moreover, I suspect I have lost all cognitive ability because Christ it is four in the fucking morning. Probably best not to force it, I might short-circuit a neuron or something. Right, no more writing. Bed now. Bed bed bed.

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Eh. [04 Aug 2005|10:05pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

I really wish everyone would shut up about the bruises. They're nearly gone now, you'd think people would find something else to talk about. Or at least stop bloody pointing at me in the halls. Honestly, it's not nice to stare, didn't your mothers ever teach you any manners?

I suppose I ought to clear up a few of these rumours...We weren't beaten by a troll. We're not infected with firstie pox. I was not possessed by Voldemort, nor did I at any point sprout horns. I'm not shagging Filch or Mrs. Norris (ew...). We weren't playing strip poker with the Whomping Willow. We weren't fighting for money on account of Ron needing fast cash to support a drug habit.

And, for fuck's sake, Ron and I are not and never were having a torrid love affair. We're not gay. Well, I can't really speak for Ron, but I am not gay, in any case.

We just...got in a fight, is all. End of story. Thank you very much, fuck off.

That said, I have an essay to write for Snape. Yay...

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PRIVATE. BUGGER OFF. [24 Jul 2005|05:14pm]
[ mood | I AM ANGRY!! ]

What the fuck was that.

Whoever it is, I'm going to kill them. Kill them. As in REMOVE THEIR VITAL ORGANS ONE BY ONE AND CHOP THEM INTO LITTLE TINY PIECES. And when I've finished with that, I'll take all the little bits and I will jump on them!! And I will continue jumping on them until I get blisters, or I can think of anything even more unpleasant to do, and then I'll- Oh, sod it.

It's his handwriting. Maybe he- NO NO NO. It's not his handwriting, because it isn't him. GET A GRIP, HARRY. Sirius is dead, and he's not coming back. He's gone, and...and...and that's that.

It's a trick. It's got to be. Voldemort must be planning something, he wants me to think Sirius is...Well, it won't work. He's dead, and I'm going to kick things now.

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PRIVATE TO RON [19 Jul 2005|02:47am]
[ mood | irritated ]

Hello? Ron?

Malfoy is a git.

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Freaks. [19 Jul 2005|01:54am]
[ mood | indescribable ]

...This school gets weirder and weirder every year. Really.

I'd like to know why everyone's in such an uproar, both on the page and off. Must be these dodgy pribble things. Not sure if it was such a good idea to get one in the first place, if all I'm going to read all day are reports that Anthony Goldstein's been hitting on a Slytherin. Honestly, get a room, don't force the rest of us to bear witness to your unorthdox sexual practises.

Mad, the lot of you.

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