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March 19th, 2009 ï 8:03pm
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Studying for exams is no excuse to turn in to snappy bints. And no, I don't think I deserve it
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November 25th, 2008 ï 8:47pm
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Obviously I can bloody see now. So sod off. My team still won without my help. That's bloody brilliant if you ask me. We'll win next time too. Practices will resume as of now. If you missed this message, then too bad. You'll be running laps while everyone else does real practice. Enjoy.
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September 4th, 2008 ï 11:07pm
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I'm going to ignore this bloody school shite and talk about something enjoyable. Before we came here, my sister and I were with our mother's family in Barcelona. We spent most of our time at the beaches because that's what you do there. That and shopping, and I'll leave that to Teo. Sodding dad actually made me come home and work. It was a fucking vacation. I thought that was ridiculous. I ran a bloody Quidditch team. I know something about responsibility.
Fine. I'll talk about the school. I hate bunk beds. I refuse to share a dresser. I will not sleep on the top bunk, I don't care how much trouble your short arse has climbing up there. It's not my fault you reached the room late and got stuck there. Walk bloody faster. If I find your cat on my pillow again or trying to sleep on my face, I will throw the bloody creature out the window. My team practices in the mornings and I like eating breakfast, so get bloody used to that.
I also hate sodding Headmistress fucking MacGonagall. I will chose my team however I bloody want to choose it. It's the captains choice if there's no sodding birds. My parents will be hearing about this. All of this.
( Riza )
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August 21st, 2008 ï 12:51am
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Hogwarts is gone. Not gone I guess, but might as well be. As long as there's Quidditch and not a dozen extra blokes in my room, I'll be fine. McGonagall. She'd better not get it into her head to reassign captains. I worked too bloody hard to lose that position and my normal position on that sodding team. Malfoy couldn't take it, so I was given the reigns. Obviously I didn't have a problem handling it so it better be returned to me.
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June 26th, 2008 ï 9:48pm
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So what's this all mean about school? Teo still needs to sit her OWLS and what about those buggers in Seventh year? They can't just be let off. Our cat's missing. That stupid cat that Teo insisted we take to school wasn't sent back with everything else. I just know she'll want a new one. The pictures show everything bloody ruined, so what then? That cat is gone. And what about Quidditch? It can't be canceled anymore, that would just be stupid. I better still be captain.
Look, I know. Huge tragedy, Potter, dead students and teachers. Mum and Dad are having their own issues to deal with that's got them both gone most of the time. I don't mind that. Teo's upset, but there's never any helping that. Peter's in bloody Azkaban. My br- cousin. He's an idiot to get involved with all of this shite.
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May 30th, 2008 ï 9:09pm
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My parents not getting my mail or me not getting theirs doesn't bother me. It bothers my sister who annoys me about it, but it doesn't bother me. Having more brats to tutor, again this isn't something I mind. Watching people stand while I eat I lived with well enough. Even bloody dementors themselves are fine. I don't bloody care. What irritates the sodding shite out of me is how these little gits sit down to be tutored or to study in the library and they are just chatting each other up about people missing and all other nonsense that I barely listen to. It's not the words, it's the sound. Like insects or a whole lot of bloody doxies or something. Everyone should just sod off, be quiet, and go study for the love of Merlin.
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May 26th, 2008 ï 9:43pm
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( Private )
( Riza )
If you need me, pretend you don't. I am not at my usual table in the library, nor am I in the commons room.
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April 11th, 2008 ï 8:06pm
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Yes, Quidditch is canceled.
No, they won't take it back.
No, it isn't my fault.
Bloody deal with it.
My fingertips are still red from scrubbing, too.
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March 17th, 2008 ï 11:16pm
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I found a singing clover growing up from my newly cleaned cauldron. I plucked up the little bugger, smashed it beneath my largest Potions book, then tossed the bugger in Vaisey's shoe and went off to class. The Carrows have been harsher today I feel, probably thanks to the chorus sprouting from the desks and chairs. It's cute how some of these blood traitors and halfbloods go around thinking it's funny to stomp on the things, especially in class. I'm glad I don't have Muggle Studies or Dark Arts soon. I'm sure the noise will be worse there thanks to Weasley and what ever other nutters she's rounded up in our year. Mad little gingers. It's pointless to resist. Everyone ought to just sit back. The less wasted energy, the less trouble as I see it.
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