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[Saturday, December 2002 *03:07pm*] |
So I've got this lovely assignment over the small holiday we get from school...except seeing that Professor Callister was assigning it...well...let's just say that if I manage to do anything this holiday, it'll be a miracle. She figured she was doing me a favor (gag) by forcing me into this research essay reguarding the history of tap-dancing potions instead of the 50 some detentions she's given me. Anyone ever hear of tap-dancing potions? I haven't. Hoo boy. I don't think there's anything out there on the subject, natch, I have to write and present this essay to the class. I've got one thing to say to that: gargh.
Heh. So anyways, Christmas is fast approaching! I've been racing around trying to find gifts for everyone, but I'm having a hard time with a few. I'll figure it out sooner or later...yeah.
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Note to self: Got to find something for Lily...but what? Surely can't buy her pranking devices...hrm...must see if prying answer out of her works. If not, ask mum. Mum always knows.
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| Well, shoot. |
[Thursday, December 2002 *05:47pm*] |
I misjudged the amount of ingredients for this one potion...er...forgot the exact name, though I do believe it was something to the effect of a love potion.
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...Or was it lust? I really wasn't paying too much attention--but anyways, it seems I'm in big trouble for blowing up half the potions chamber. Gee, you think I'd be doing them the favor! That place needed a serious facelift before I got to it. Then Professor Callister boots me out of the room, stuffs a detention slip in my hand, and says that if she finds out that I didn't attend it, I'd have all my priveleges revoked. Yikes. Of course Snape and Malfoy were off in their corner giggling and grinning like mad. Heh. From now on, I'm calling them "Slappy" and "Chuckles". Suits 'em well, I find.
Oh and Peter...sorry about that. I didn't mean for the cauldron to explode while you were staring in at it. Eh, you're a tough kid. You can handle it. I have confidence in you, Pete!
Unlike our spokesman who can't even stand up to a few teachers. Pffhht--good job, Remus. =P
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| Anger Management |
[Saturday, December 2002 *05:25pm*] |
Whoa...wait...McGonagall reads these journals? ...Er, thank you, Remus for that heads up.
Professor McGonagall, I'm truely sorry! I really am sorry. Deeply. I regret everything I've done wrong! But I swear, on...uhm...Peter's life that it wasn't me that lit your desk on fire. In fact I think it was Snape, yes, Snape. That kid needs some anger management. Perhaps things are in order to start an anger management course? I've got a list of people that would find it incredibly useful! All the Slytherins and that one quiet Hufflepuff that's always eyeing everyone...you never know when the quiets ones will snap, Professor. I believe that as a caring student speaking for the other...er...students...that Hogwarts would function quite nicely if anger was steamed off in more peaceful ways. See? Just yesterday we tried to lighten up dear Severus' life with a simple prank and he socked Sirius in the stomach then proceeded to swear up a storm even a sailor couldn't equal. He needs help, Professor! I selflessly vouch for him to be admitted to anger management.
Okay, I'm done, now. So...er...yeah. Bye.
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| The entry which probably never will get a subject name because I'm completely out of ideas for one. |
[Saturday, December 2002 *10:50am*] |
How many more detentions can they give me? ...All the trophies are polished to the point that anyone that even squints at them gets blinded, the desks are pretty blinding too after oh-so-many times off scrubbing the ink scribbled over them...might as well ask for pay, huh? Between Sirius and my handiwork, this school has never been cleaner. Half the time I don't even know what I'm in trouble for, either. Someone'll run into the Commons Room yelling that Flich is having a mental fit because I'm late for a detention I didn't know I had. Haha...Oh that Filch. Funny fellow.
I can say that I'll never know anyone so...knowledgeful of torture devices. "In my day, they used to hang students upside down...by their TONGUES. Pity that the old ways are gone, did those trouble students good, they did. Why I remember a time when..." Then there's all the endless talks about, "Back in the day, I used to walk ten miles to my job. We didn't have no fancy spells, no, we walked. WALKED! It was uphill, BOTH ways. In five foot snow! Ran into a vampire on the way once...but I showed him what-for! They know from now on not to mess with Argus Flich...didn't even need my wand. All forty of them didn't stand a chance..." Even his cat is mental...that blasted thing follows me around the whole day. It's really disturbing having a cat follow you around, I'll tell you. I think it's plotting something against me.... =\ It's just waiting for the right time, then, *BLAM!* no more James Potter. See...then no one would suspect the cat, so it gets off with my murder. Awful, isn't it? Stuff of nightmares, right there.
Better find Sirius...detention's calling my name. Again.
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| Testing... |
[Thursday, December 2002 *06:29pm*] |
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One...three...fiveteen.
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