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[13 Feb 2010|08:34pm] |
I'm fucking tired. That was one seriously intense game, job well done to all those involved. Ravenclaw, you looked good out there, Weasley must be doing a decent job busting your arses. Nothing beats Slytherin determination, though, and let me be frank. I couldn't be prouder. And Baby Keith! Who knew the boy could seek! Fantastic work.
I could use a peanut butter and banana sandwich right about now. But...considering I'm allergic to peanut butter, I reckon I should hold off. Maybe a bagel. With cream cheese.
Anyway, I've got to work out some new stuff for the play book. Just wanted to take this moment to gloat.
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| 007. |
[08 Feb 2010|01:28pm] |
The next time one of you shows up to practice hungover from "Karaoke Night", you'll be off the team. I really didn't see a purpose to it at all. If you wanted to listen to someone sing, listen to the fucking WWN. And what's more, when you know you have early practice the next morning, try to not listen to my twat cousin when he persuades you to drink with him.
[HEXED PRIVATE TO MOLLY]
Weasley, if I could have a word sometime in the near future, that'd be spectacular.
[END HEX]
[HEXED PRIVATE TO ALLY]
I stole something from you. The guilt is nagging at me.
[END HEX]
Right. That was all.
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| 006. |
[02 Feb 2010|06:32pm] |
So. Halloween's in less than 30 days, and for those of you who pay any attention whatsoever to your schoolmates, you'll (hopefully) fondly recall that traditionally for us Carrows, October is a month full of pranks, vandalism, and epic costumes. I hereby formally apologize to any and all who happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time on the occasions during the execution of any of these pranks.
In other words, anything's fair game and I really couldn't give a crap less if you happen to get caught up in it. You've been warned.
I'm thinking Gellert Grindelwald for my costume. Or Darth Vader.
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| 005. |
[26 Jan 2010|02:30pm] |
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Morgan, I am your father.
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| 004. |
[19 Jan 2010|03:55pm] |
This is just so fucking typical. I finally make it to the start of the Quidditch season, then I fall ill. Been feeling like complete trash since Sunday -- hit me in the middle of tryouts, actually. Oh, speaking of, I've had the results posted in the Slytherin Common Room and the Great Hall if you haven't had a chance to look yet.
Feels like there's a tiny person inside my brain trying to pop my eyeballs out of my head.
[HEXED PRIVATE TO MORGAN]
Signed Slytherin up for the pitch on Friday. I hate to even say it, but you're second in command if I'm still fucked up on whatever the nurse gives me. This sodding pepper-up potion isn't working, and the last time I felt this shitty, you know what I had? Last summer? ALL SUMMER. DO YOU REMEMBER?
[END HEX]
[HEXED PRIVATE TO RITA & KEITH]
Could one of you owl Mum and tell her to send Rupert to me? And don't even fucking start with me, just do it.
[END HEX]
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| 003. |
[08 Jan 2010|09:24pm] |
[WARDED TO MORGAN, LYLE, SEAN, JOLENE, EMILY, & ALBUS]
Quick announcement, guys. Tryouts are next weekend; Slytherin's are Sunday if I remember it right. I'm obligated as captain to tell you that just because you were on the team last year, that does not insure you for the same position this time around. Everyone is required to sign up and participate in tryouts so that it's an "equal" shot at getting on the team.
With that being said, I don't want my arse grilled for favouritism/elitism bullshit. I'm expecting a bigger turnout than last year, which means I'll have more sad, talentless saps and younger years to weed through, which will be a huge fucking test of my patience. Nevertheless, it's your responsibility to arrive to tryouts on time, prepared, and ready to remind me why I want you on the team. The pitch is open all next week for practice. Not really sure if permission is needed to use it, but I'm sure Slughorn would gladly sign for any of you. Take it as very serious recommendation to practice at least four or five times before tryouts. And you know the rest of the drill: hydrate, get a good night's sleep, carb load, and hydrate some more.
That's all.
[END WARD]
[WARDED TO KEITH]
Sure you don't want to try out for the team this year?
[END WARD]
[WARDED TO RITA]
You're kindly going to explain to me what's wrong with you, and I'll consider giving you the benefit of the doubt before I owl Mum.
[END WARD]
BLAH BLAH ALCOHOLIC RAMBLINGS BLAH BLAH.
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| 002. |
[29 Dec 2009|12:16am] |
I don't know what the obsession with posting pictures is, but what the fuck ever. I would like to say I will faithfully post one picture per day until school starts, but no. I won't. Regardless.
( SPELLOTAPED IN. )
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| 001. |
[20 Dec 2009|06:23pm] |
I don't know what you lot have been doing wrong, but my summer's been far from boring. Played a lot of Quidditch, drank a lot of beer, never woke up earlier than eleven o'clock -- save for those few days that Dad took Rita and I to the Ministry with him. Which was a far cry from boring, I might add. Hitwizards probably have one of the best jobs there is to have in the Ministry. We stayed in London a couple times, went to Camber Sands once, then Gran and Mum took Morgan and I to Edinburgh for a reading of Mum's newest book.
All in all, I've spent a good half of the summer fuck-faced drunk, and it'll be a shame to have to remain sober when I go back to school. But I've got Quidditch to look forward to, as always. Should be a good run this season, assuming the captains have the same decent luck with try-outs as last year. And on that note, I feel as if I should add one thing. If you've never played Quidditch before in your lifetime, kindly refrain from putting yourself through the humiliation and pain of trying out for the Slytherin team. I don't rightly care how good your Mum says you are -- you'll be wasting our time. Contrary to what a certain group of fourth years thought last year, we take our team quite seriously. If you're looking for a game of fun, maybe you'll be interested in the charity match Scorpius Malfoy and I are arranging. Thanks.
Anyway, Morgan Vaisey is a fat prat and he ate the last of my chocolate biscuits. Someone ought to bake me some more.
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