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Strange. I just tried to get into the Great Hall to see if I'd left the last of my fags something in there at dinner, and the doors are locked. MAYBE WE'RE GETTING A FEAST!

Ha. 

I really hate how what was supposed to be a JOYOUS return to school (at least for me) was completely ruined by The Lumps cornering everyone and pestering them about their family and if your grandmother's brother's uncle's sister's daughter's nephew STOLE MAGIC.

I am so over this. When will it end? I'd almost rather have to STUDY and do homework than have to put up with this shite for much longer. What do you think they'd do if camped out in the Forbidden Forest for the rest of term? I'm bloody well considering it.

Goldstein...were you ever able to manage the transportation of what we discussed while your Mum was out?

Happy Christmas and New Year and all that rot. I wish you people would hurry up and come back already. Hooper misses you all something fierce. I can hear him crying in his bed every night. I don't know how much more I can take. He's probably been sleeping in your bed, Andrew.

Did all of the presents I ordered get there in time? If they didn't, I'm going to send a very nasty letter and hassle them for my money back. It's not like I have much else to do.

My Dad owled me to tell me that I got one of those letters you lot have been talking about. Big surprise there. Apparently he can't understand why I continue to "jeopardise my academic career and my future." I can't understand why he even bothers wasting the ink anymore.

There's massive amounts of snow outside, and no one who'll have a snowball fight with me.

Has anybody got any Droobles? Brushing your teeth with just your finger and some toothpaste just isn't the same. Not that I don't trust your mad cleaning charms skills, Ginny, but I just can't bring myself to use it again. It's dead to me. There were things on that floor that I'll tell my children about, who will tell their children, and they'll all have nightmares.

It is a bloody shame you lost your badge, Seamus. It was nice having a Prefect around who wasn't a complete tosser.

Merlin, this is so bloody stupid

Why can't I just

I thought we were friends.

I officially hate my traitorous, resilient immune system. It won't let me catch what Perpetua's got, and I'm bitter.

I did everything I could, too. I even drank out of her germ-infested tea cup. What gives?! It's not fair, I want a legitimate reason to skive off class, too.

At any rate, I'm glad it's Friday. Even if an exciting Friday night at Hogwarts means dislodging firsties from the best common room seats by the fire by any means necessary and playing several UPROARIOUS rounds of Exploding Snap. Who's up for it?

I say we raid Hagrid's vegetable garden. He can always grow more.

I wish I didb't have to get a bit pissed in order to face the new weerk. I hate sschool a lot right now. More than usual.

As everyone ELSE is going on and on about Hogsmeade, I might as well. I pure couldn't be arsed about the candy or the butterbeer, but I can see why you lot are when Professors Troll 1 and 2 keep nicking the biscuits and all that your parents send you. Wish MY Dad would think to send me fucking biscuits

I just really need some fags. I was able to buy a couple packs off a sodding older Slytherin bloke the second week of school. Of course, the radge made me pay about TRIPLE what they actually cost, but there's the price of doing business with a body like them. They lasted for a good while, but I've been out for the past week and I'm so fucking jittery restless now that I can barely stand it. The freaks at the Hog's Head are usually good to sell a lass a few packs when in a pinch, so I'll probably head straight there before doing anything else on Saturday, as I can't very well have them owled in with those two going through all our mail. I plan on seriously blowing my allowance.

My maw sent me a bit of her latest novel, and I got it this morn at breakfast, so I've been holed up in the tower for the past few hours. Shut it, of course I can read. Anyway, it's not bad...for my mum's mince anyway. But she's always got the heroine some simpering idiot, though, and I never say anything, but I think I'm going to actually write her back some real opinions this time. She gives them such stupid names, too...Cassiopeia?! Come on, woman. And the inevitable just takes way too long. She just needs to let them ride and get it over with.

Old McG hasn't been looking too happy lately, has she? I'd sort of feel bad for her if that bloody wench hadn't put me in detention so many times last year she put me off Droobles gum for life.

Anybody want to let me copy their help me with my star chart? We can work something out.