| Current mood: |  amused |
Yeah, I know I haven't been Mister Socialite lately. I hope you all can find it in your kind and wonderful hearts to forgive me.
In all truth, I really didn't want to go to the masquerade ball although I feel horrible about Remus being there by himself when Avril got sick. Or something like that. I don't know the entire story. Rem needs to lay off the chocolate and give it to me so he'll stop getting so sick off of it. At least I assume that's what happened. It's almost a sin to be allergic to chocolate, but hey, if I get his share out of it, it's okay with me. I also get James' share because I know exactly which floorboards he keeps it under. *griiiinz*
But anyway, I'm sort of in a better mood than I have been... I just can't believe this thing about Narcissa and Malfoy. Honestly, I thought she had better taste and more intelligence than that. The man's a lying bastard and I can't find a redeeming bone in his body.
Severus is such a dope for keeping his spirits up. Need an asprin?
Slang is fun.
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