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|Saturday, September 11th, 2004|
|Thursday, September 9th, 2004|
Rita Skeeter's Real StoriesIt's all true, or your money backLetter from the Owner, Editor, and Reporter:
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Enjoy the newsletter this week. I know it's short, but news is news!
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|Monday, September 6th, 2004|
Narcissa, my lovely, how have you been? It seems forever since I've heard from you!
I would also like to note that all of your crude little jokes concerning my relationship with Narcissa Black have not
been appreciated. You guys are SO not invited to the wedding. [OOC: And neither, apparently, am I. I want my bracelet back, you bitch! xO]
And good luck Evan; win one for the gipper - the gipper in this context being Salazar. Current Mood: annoyed
With all the work load, I'd rather forgotten about this old thing, shame it didn't get buried under the work load. But alas, I've put it off for to long, and this does let me think about various things, though I'd rather be in the Potions lab, but I'll have time for that later on.
Though with that said, I don't even have much to write in here so oh well... homework calls. Perhaps I shall update another time... I wonder if Evan was being truthful about his barricade at Dumbledore's door. That will be interesting news. Current Mood: Hmmm
Right, well I've simply been quiet for long enough. I'm getting to be rather bored by being so, actually. I'm thinking that it is time to
go flying. Flying is always such an enjoyable past time. I think that there are some people that should go with me. Perhaps Sirius. Or Remus. Or Peter. Flying is a great thing.
It's much better then sitting here and working on homework.
Must go hunt down some people to go flying. Must, must, must. Current Mood: bored
You know how everyone says that Dumbledore favors the non-Slytherins? Well, IT'S TRUE! I've been waiting FOREVER to get a meeting with him regarding my musical but NOTHING. I am soooo mad.
If you need me, I've set up a fort outside of Dumbledore's office. I'll get him either coming in or going out. He can't escape me!
|Saturday, September 4th, 2004|
It seems that the Slytherin Princess is seeing Avery in a way that is not at all platonic. I think that this kind of sympathy or pity will only fuel the boy's obsession which I was hoping would burn out eventually. That way I wouldn't have to listen to his poetry that he practices daily at late into the night. I personally think the guy's obsession is borderline crazy, but then again, everyone seems to think I'm crazy.
Whoa. My hair is back to being all light brown-ish. It's quite sad, actually. I was almost growing fond of it being that way. Well, not really, but I felt like the moment called for some kind of statement like that.
Just thought I'd let you guys know that my head is now completely and totally normal. Current Mood: energetic
|Thursday, September 2nd, 2004|
|Wednesday, September 1st, 2004|
What a happy couple we have before us. And who would have thought that the fair Narcissa would fall for one so opposite her good looks (no offense intended, Avery)? Many joys to the good duo, may all your wishes come true. And hopefully, with each other.
In the meantime, would the "girl" who so kindly turned Donnie's hair pink turn it back to its natural colour? It's quite unsettling to see random strands of pink hair all over the counter in the lavatory. Thank God that he doesn't shed.
And lastly, would anyone like a cup of tea with me? I'm quite bored. Private
Something strange is at hand. I doubt that Narcissa would even think of conducting a courtship with someone other than Malfoy. Hell, I thought she'd date me before that sickeningly dependent Avery. I wonder if Bellatrix would know anything of this./Private
|Tuesday, August 31st, 2004|
I have been doing so much homework, its enough to make someone go insane. I havent time to send an owl to anyone but my family (They ignore them anyway, cept my mom writes every now and then) And I've just been trying so hard to get a good grade average in all my classes. I havent been talkitive because I had double potions, and double History. And O.W.L's are coming up in the spring. Im just shocked and amazed that I made it this far. I hope you all forgive me. Im sorry Molly. Current Mood: complacent
|Saturday, August 28th, 2004|
I don't know about the rest of you, but I have never been so happy. I can hardly sleep for fear of missing a single moment of this bliss (or to wake and find it all a dream!)
And I owe it all to the goddess amongst us...Narcissa Black. My dream, my life, my obsession.
Since I've been so lucky I suppose that for once I wish all of you were as well - even the poor deluded Gryffindors, yes, I wish you all no ill will from now on! May you all be so happy, even if only in dementia. Current Mood: really sad......mhmm
|Monday, August 23rd, 2004|
Okay. Something isn't right.
So today I was just sitting in my first class, whatever it was. I can't remember what class it was, but it's not like that mattered. All I remember was that I was perfectly content staring out into space and thinking of this cool killer panda costume for Halloween when I start hearing laughing.
And when I hear voices, they usually aren't laughing at me. Most of the time, the voices are telling me to stick my hand in the flame when I'm sitting near the fireplace or to drink more coffee. But not this time. This time I heard this laughing. And so I look around me and then people are just sort of looking at me and snickering.
So, I'm sitting there wondering what in fresh hell is going on. People just don't start staring at me unless I actually start saying something completely reasonable which no one else seems to understand. Yet again, the communication barrier.
Anyway. I don't think I've done anything funny. But I could be wrong. Current Mood: confused
/Tag to Donald Nott/
Snape had been up most of the night working on essays, he'd not left them till the last minute, rather, he was getting various classes out of the way so he had more time for other activities. It was just after 6am when he decided to head to the Great Hall, homework wasn't the only thing he'd been up to and before he'd slipped quietly out of the common room, he'd picked up a vial of something he'd been working on for the last day. Oh yes, Donald Nott wouldn't know what hit him, and with any luck the boy was up and awake. Though it'd be his bad luck if the boy's insomnia had died at the main time he needed it.
Upon entering the Great Hall he looked around, noticing he was the first there. Hopefully the other boy would show up, the potion needed an hour at least to work. Current Mood: contemplative
|Sunday, August 22nd, 2004|
|Friday, August 20th, 2004|
Love is a many splendored thing, Love lifts us up where we belong, All you need is Love!
I noticed a lot of antagonism between the Houses lately! I know
that underneathe their sarcastic, heartless, ice-cold exterior, Slytherins are still loving but tragically misunderstood souls that only want inter-House peace. And I also know that underneathe the arrogant and their seemingly hypocritical pride, Gryffindors want nothing more than to reconcile with their Slytherin counterparts.
SO. I have taken the initiative to bring Hogwarts together (you can thank me later). I present to you, something in which all Hogwarts students -- regardless of House, race, gender, bloodtype, or species -- can equally participate and enjoy. Here is the first and only:
JOIN TODAY! And a warm thank you
to Mr. Lockhart for so gallantly sacrificing his privacy for the greater good! Current Mood: accomplished
Eh. No one's awake now.
Severus, you aren't all worked up about the other morning, are you? Last Month O' Summer said that you were sensitive about the hair thing. And to be honest with you, I don't think it's such a big deal. I thought of it more as an older-brotherly thing. But I'm sure you're not bothered by little things like that.
In other news... wait. I don't have any other news. Just the Severus-hair thing.
And the fact that my hair must be like this solid spikey mess of steel because I hit my head on my bedpost this evening when I woke up and I'm pretty sure my hair left a dent in it. If that's not weird then I don't know what is. Maybe this is a sign that I should run a comb or brush through it. Or I could house a small rodent in there. That'd be pretty awesome. Current Mood: content
|Monday, August 16th, 2004|
My head against the wall
Have we, the Slytherins, managed to scare the rest of the school into hiding? I haven't heard much from any of them as of late, not that I'm complaining. It's just been rather quiet, no?
Quietness leads to my boredom. Someone should go and entertain me. Lucius, why don't you do that "I wish I were a Girl" bit? I heard it's a riot. Current Mood: exanimate
|Saturday, August 14th, 2004|
I find myself with a definitive lack of things to do as I find that the other boys in my year are just as immature as they were before. I have no interests in participating in any sort of competition that deals with who can make a first year from another House cry first. Why should I care? The less I have to do with first years, my House or another, the better in my book.
I do believe though that the only way I am going to get away from their inane ideas is to go to the library. Of course I must write my parents back as well. Haven't hardly been back to school and they're already hounding me with letters. How droll. Current Mood: blah
|Friday, August 13th, 2004|
Cowlicks and Alexism.
Narcissa, did you realize you have what muggles call a "cowlick"? It's on the very back of your head, poking out of your blonde hair like a Dumbledore in the Slytherin common room. It's very small, of course, but it's very visible, and not very attractive. It attracted my attention during the Sorting Ceremony, while you were busy admiring yourself in the mirror, and while Dumbledore was busy talking rambling on about walls. I shant ask what that was about, however. I'm afraid his mentality, or lack of, is contagious, and I could not bear to live if I suddenly sprouted a beard and toddled around the school, spouting nonsense.
On a more pleasant note, I think I've just solved life's mystery. Why are we here? Well, Slytherins are here to make the lives of the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws miserable, while Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws are here to simply be miserable. An attractive concept. I rather think I'll make it my religion. I'll call it "Alexism".
Current Mood: devious