| (035) 18 March 1977 |
[3.18.08(6:37pm)] |
For all of you who thought your weekend with your classmate was torture, HAH! I had the pleasure of spending time with the fittest Head Girl this school has ever seen. Despite my many efforts to attain another snog (as the one at the beginning of the school year was legendary) she would not give in.
Her loss.
Being so fit and responsible is a tough job. I think that we, as the student body here at Hogwarts, are not doing our part. She clearly has things far to easy, so we must immediately start causing trouble again, so Miss Nehru will not be so bored and be FORCED to spend her time reading books all the bloody time.
Seeing as she wants to be a healer, we ought to cause trouble that causes injuries, too. Just to give her practise. It's only logical.
Sorry blokes, this extremely fit bird is spoken for. We are planning on getting married next weekend, eloping being the popular thing to do these days. Hopefully Deshan won't mind me stealing his bride-to-be.
And if you are REALLY concerned about getting in trouble, bribe the bird with chocolate. She can't resist. It is the one thing (aside from snogging yours truly) that makes her weak in the knees.
S. Black
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| (034) 7 March 1977 |
[3.07.08(11:48pm)] |
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Oi, James! Make sure you give the little wanker hell, alright?
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| (032) 7 February 1977 |
[2.07.08(3:52pm)] |
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. You lot are bloody HILARIOUS today.
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| (030) 16 January 1977 |
[1.16.08(8:33pm)] |
Dear Minister Cavanaugh,
You're full of rubbish. Perhaps you should remove your head from your arse before speaking.
Sincerely,
The Infamous S. Black
Dear Dorcas,
You can bite me any time. Just don't tell your boyfriend.
S. Black
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| (029) 28 December 1976 |
[12.28.07(6:01pm)] |
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Shiver Tribute: Who's going?
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| (028) 17 December 1976 |
[12.17.07(12:49pm)] |
What the bloody fucking hell is wrong with people? To fucking murder because someone isn't a fucking Pureblood? Who the in their fucking right mind gives two arses? They're fucking cowards. They hide behind violent and aggressive elitist ideals because they're fucking afraid that those who aren't pure are going to overpower them, since they ALREADY OUTNUMBER THEM.
They fucking make me sick. Don't give me shite about foul language, there's a lot worse people are being exposed to then a curse word or two.
( Warded to Lily & Alice )
( Private )
( MWPP )
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| (027) 05 December, 1976 |
[12.05.07(11:58pm)] |
Ah, Christmas. My favourite time of year. When the mistletoe comes out and we're allowed to snog in the halls without having to duck behind a tapestry, in an unused classroom, or nearby broom closet. I just so happen to be a generous bloke, so all you fit and beautiful witches looking for a snog, we can go hunting for mistletoe together. 'Tis the season and all that jolly.
Except for Alice. She doesn't get any snogging from ME this year.
( Private to Alice )
( MWPP )
( Remus )
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| (025) 19 November, 1976 |
[11.19.07(11:14pm)] |
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Oh woe is me! I'm not on a bloody piece of tapestry any longer. My life is over.
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| (024) 14 November, 1976 |
[11.14.07(5:55pm)] |
An ode to my Motorbike: Three reasons it is better than Rosmerta's baps.
(Written for ol' Dumbles assignment)
1. I managed to get Remus on the bike. Which is a feat, in and of itself. More noteworthy was crashing into the attic of his neighbors house. I don't think that he'll be getting on it again. Remus is.. He.. well.
2. The mark of a free man. My hag of a mother cruci- I had to ru- I moved to the Potter house the day I got it. Bye bye psychotic mother and pansy brother- SOD IT
My Wand
(Dumbeldore's Assignment)
1. The fact that I keep it in my robes and not up my arse sets me a part from my relations.
2. Useful for causing mischief and mayhem. Particularly the brand of mischief that includes hexing greasy Slytherins.
3. Levicorpus. Enough Said.
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| (022) 13 November, 1976 |
[11.13.07(11:14pm)] |
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I, for one, believe if the stairs aren't fixed tomorrow, that we shouldn't have to go to class. When it takes fifteen minutes and an insane amount of luck to make it to the CORRECT room for class... it's too much effort just to attend boring lectures.
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| (021) 5 November, 1976 |
[11.05.07(8:06pm)] |
( Warded to MWPP )
I may have a new favourite holiday. Remember, Remember the FIFTH OF NOVEMBER.
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| (020) 23 October 1976 |
[10.23.07(8:13pm)] |
NOT FUNNY
( MWPP )
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| (019) 18 October 1976 |
[10.18.07(7:10pm)] |
HOGSMEADE IS SOON! That is cause for celebration and happy faces. Stop being so utterly down about some rubbish article. The person who wrote it was clearly a complete wanker.
Hogsmeade, guys, HOGSMEADE. I know I cannot be the only person counting down the days.
( James )
( MWPPs )
( Remus )
Rosmerta, you should dress as a muggle GoGo dancer! short skirt, tall boots, tight dresses- Just an idea!
( Tierney )
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| (018) 11 October 1976 |
[10.11.07(7:57pm)] |
{James}
Bloody hell, I didn't think that we'd make his cauldron EXPLODE. Do you think anyone saw us do it? Bugger. I hope the side effects aren't permanent, I'm getting bloody tired of not being able to speak. I'm likely a horrible person for thinking this, but is it not a bit amusing seeing Remus so antsy? He's usually the stillest person I know, it's rather- I can't help but laugh. Well, I would laugh if I had a bloody VOICE.
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| (017) 9 October 1976 |
[10.09.07(10:46pm)] |
Dear Reggie,
Be my date to the ball?
Hugs and kisses,
Sevvums.
PS. I can't stop thinking about that thing you did with your tongue last night. Snog me now.
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| (016) 28 September 1976 |
[9.28.07(3:55pm)] |
The sick elitist fucking BASTARDS. Shiver was fucking murdered for writing a song about me.
I hope they catch the culprits and send their slimy murderous arses to fucking Azkaban. Or AK them. They deserve that much.
Did I fucking break a mirror and end up with cursed luck. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL. This week has been fucking.. worst than summers at Grimmauld place, and that is SAYING fucking something. Godric on a fucking stick I need a fag
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