| 006. i wouldn't like me if i met me. |
[15 Apr 2010|12:35pm] |
Well, sweet transvestite Jesus, this thing was an interesting waste of time to wake up to. Maybe this is just me — and it probably is, because it comforts me ever so much to think that dumb luck might have a vindictive streak to it — but I can't help thinking this is some kind of cosmic comeuppance. HONESTY IS NOT YOUR ENEMY, PEOPLE.
In fact, let's look at the kerfluffles that have happened so far. Teddy and Moira. And Mr and Ms Rhona Parkin of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. In both cases? There's apparently some kind of dishonesty going on. The Ravenclaws involved both seemed utterly scandalised that this thing of theirs was brought to light, and Teddy and Moira are both lying liars, so we can't trust a thing they say in public unless it's suddenly had its wards taken down.
I posit that maybe the wards are just going down because Hogwarts itself has gone and decided that we should all be more honest with each other. In the spirit of this, I'm going to start: I think that Liliana Moon is kind of amazing and very seriously underrated, and I think that I'd like it very much if she spent the day in Hogsmeade with me again. If she wants to.
There. That wasn't so hard. You lot ought to go and try it now.
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| 005. v is for voices telling me i'll lose my mind. |
[17 Mar 2010|04:49am] |
Teddy and Moira sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
First comes love, then comes marriage,
Then come brats in a baby carriage.
Although true, I don't know if that really captures the essence of the experience. There's not enough passion, or bloodlust, or gangly-limbed, awkwardly-shaped Purebloods behaving badly. Nor enough scandal from the fact that one of them's a Prefect and ought to've been off catastrophising some poor students who just wanted to have a party! What a dereliction of duty! I'm so shocked, I might not even sleep!
And, really, it ought to go more like this:
Teddy and Moira, humping on a chair,
I wish I had not been there.
Watching them caused psychic pain,
Something, something, bleach my brain.
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| 004. who will be at sans souci tonight? |
[17 Feb 2010|01:19am] |
[warded to Sam]
Sammie. Darling. Sweetheart. Let's say that, hypothetically, there's a game that's going to happen, one that's going to be perfectly safe and fun — really, I promise, it's all in good fun — but that the professors and certain prefects named Theodork might disapprove of because they don't understand having fun. Currently, in this hypothetical universe wherein there's a warded post about it that Prefects can't see because of the previously mentioned Theo-dead-as-a-doorknob-on-the-inside Not-going-to-get-any-in-this-lifetime and other people like him who don't get having a good time. BUT you can get warded in to come play. All you have to do is promise that you're not going to tattle. And I know you won't, because you're a sweetheart, but Harper needs confirmation of this.
So. Are you game?
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| 003. yesterday, i heard the plague was coming. |
[30 Jan 2010|02:01pm] |
( very public, also rather long and featuring Abby's idea of responding to Draco's Bible post. )
But, oh wait. Guess what's verboten according to the Lord Your God! …he who unites himself with the Lord is one with him in spirit. Flee from sexual immorality. All other sins a man commits are outside his body, but he who sins sexually sins against his own body. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body. (1 Corinthians 6:17—20)
OUR BODIES DON'T BELONG TO US, FOLKS. We can't make our own choices or else almost anything we could do risks defiling them, and that's just a fucking affront to GOD.
How's that for conflict?
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| 002. check your baggage at the door. |
[20 Jan 2010|03:22am] |
( warded private. )
[private to Lavender]
Blah blah blah, Smith, blah blah, trial, blah blah blarghedy Smith blah blah. Am I horrid for wondering if there's a way to hex people who keep talking about that rat bastard without getting caught?
[/Lav]
[private to Seamus]
Trouble. Getting into it. I think that we need to but I'm short for ideas.
[/Seamus]
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| 001. you pretend you're bored. |
[21 Dec 2009|01:07am] |
( warded private to self. )
Abby Runcorn wants to take this moment to apologise to Lavender Brown for having missed the day of talking in third person. It was a terrible tragedy. Completely unavoidable. Alas, Abby was devoured by a flood of shoes coming out of her closet and only escaped this afternoon, whereupon she desperately needed a bath. She empathises with Lavender's previously expressed sentiments of not knowing anything anymore, though.
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| profile! |
[09 Dec 2009|12:16pm] |
No fear cavalier, renegade, steer clear. A tournament, a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives, and I decline.
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