|Current mood:|| dirty|
|Current music:||Transylvanian Concubine---Rasputina|
hard to get
Got a letter today from mum. Wondering why I haven't written back. I don't want to worry about her when I'm at Hogwarts so I mailed her telling not to contact me at school and that we might talk when I got home. I suspect that she won't stop writing. I thought I put on a pretty believable visage this morning. Told Amaya I was sorry for the night before. Later I offered her a ride on my Nimbus. She accepted. I was trying to help her on when she slaps me across the cheek. What the bloody hell was that for? Maybe my hands were alittle to far down her waist, but she asked for it. I've never been that nice to anyone and that is what I get. A year with that Hufflepuff should be interesting. For both of us...