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this ban is the worst thing since Regulus' last post [21 Mar 1978|08:38pm]
[ mood | angry ]

Well, brilliant. Here's my enthusiast response to the safety or whatever they think "youths" have to this fucking ordeal. What the hell is wrong with this, I was going to get my license this summer for sure and they can't just take that away because a couple more people died. I'm SORRY, but who the fuck cares about some cat loving lesbians and random moontea prick so much that we have to have a bleeding apparition-free society?? I feel like I missed a fucking day of class. Was there some point during breakfast in the Great Hall where the headmaster just got up and said "By the way, it's really important that the deatheaters don't kill more than like 10 people. Cause then we can't apparate anymore." And Tonks, you cunt, i know you were at that protest, that is such fucking shite and you know it. I would GLADLY go to an anti-ban protest, but unfortunately I've got no way to get there, because now apparition is ILLEGAL. and not even because i don't have a license yet.

I can't believe we had to make this into such a big ruddy deal, we can just ban the Deatheaters or the slytherins, why ME? What the hell, I didn't see anyone banning shite when important people like James parents got offed, but whoops, sorry, i guess there'd have to be ruddy cats and sheep to get the Ministry to care about that.

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From the desk of a brilliant someone who's won at life [15 Feb 1978|08:37pm]
[ mood | OVERJOYED ]

ME. 1. TONKS. -8389297. ALSO A GOAT.

If you were there and saw me wail on that bastard like I did, you are very lucky indeed, kids. There was a serious arse handing to with that guy and I'm sure you're going to think VERY CAREFULLY the next time you think of breathing, thanks. hahah it was so amazing.

ALSO FANTASTIC WAS JAMES' DATE. aaah Lovely Miriam of Slytherin. The fire of his loins you know. So sorry, Lily, he only has eyes for whales. Aahh it was so funny I might have CRIED. I haven't seen him since i left though. He was probably eaten or something. So tragic. Seriously, you guys. Did you see them when she got food!! OH JAMES NOTHING CAN SAVE YOU NOW.

My date was no better in the fucking slightest. Hestia Jones. what the bleeding is wrong with ravenclaws? All she ruddy talked about were BOOKS and she wouldn't even give up a little for fun and it was probably the most boring hour of my life before I skived off the whole thing entirely. HAHA BUT NOT BEFORE WHOMPING THE SHITE OUT OF TONKS YESS

Remus continued to suffer from his terminal illness and was unable to attend. He's not getting any better, guys. He may not live through the night. ALSO EVANS. HEXATHON. BRILLIANT. there is too much to even say here.

We musn't forget our royalty though!! OF COURSE I HEARD it RINGS through the HALLWAYS. ALL HAIL KING SNAPE KING OF THE BERKS. FORMALLY CROWNED AHAHHAHA KING OF WIZARD HERITAGE DAY best day of my LIFE, guys!!!

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I actually JUST woke up. [01 Jan 1978|08:19pm]
[ mood | smug ]

GREATEST NEW YEAR'S EVER.

I'm sorry, Moony, but that sure as hell beats New Year's with your mum. Drinks before Muffy I've always said! Though she's quite the kisser!! Your dad's a lucky man... and soon it will be me! Hah, I am still so great from last night prongs house is affectionatly dubbed party headquarters!! Second only to my place which I keep getting sent owls about saying final notice which is GREAT because I'm sick of hearing from those goblin bastards. I'm joking. They aren't really goblins. Cavetrolls. I live in a nest of them. Sorry, no again, because that would be good old Grimmauld.

Moony, where the fuck are you?

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shut it [11 Dec 1977|09:29pm]
[ mood | infuriated ]

NEXT PERSON WHO MENTIONS JAMES' MUM AND DAD LOSES 3000 POINTS AND BLEEDS TO DEATH, THANKS. I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING YOU COCKSLAPING BASTARDS.


Thanks for not running your mouth about what's happened, Moony. i don't know when we're coming back, James has a lot of shit to box still if he isn't breaking it and I think he left his book there, maybe, so make sure nothing happens to it. It's fucking awful here, but I figure it's better than school (HAHA HAVE FUN TOMORROW BERKS) and parents and anything, even really really great ones like James', but he doesn't believe me about that yet. So we might be back later this week, but do our classwork for us. You can even get Pete to help you. see how generous we are now? Fantastic.

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ATTENTION LUPIN, CUNTBAG [04 Dec 1977|08:45pm]
[ mood | angry ]

Moony if you are arsing around in the owlery while I sit up here dying I will haunt you and those ugly baby pigeons of yours forever.

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not to be taken as birthday = death, though it very well could be. [12 Nov 1977|01:09pm]
[ mood | lazy ]

My birthday is in five days. FORGET = DEATH. No one is exempt from that either, so I hope you all picked up something nice at our Hogsmeade visit or you'll face the consequences. Which are death, death, and death by death, thanks. And I don't mean nice just like "oh, how charming, what a lovely gesture" gift. It has to be GOOD. No bondage gear like Evans got for Prongs hahaha, stupid sods.

So we're already getting ragged on about NEWTs despite the fact that it isn't even Christmas hols already. That's no surprise to me, really, because MG's only been going spare about something and it's nice for Min to have a direct target this year. Not going to comment on that Sap berk, because I'd rather not follow up in the steps of all you earlier idiots, but if he touches my arm again I'll break his fingers and shove them down his throat.

if I never hear anything about owls again, it will be too soon, thanks.

GAME DECEMBER 4TH. It's Huff, though, so don't worry too much but! It is still a MATCH and we will still WIN, because if we DON'T someone gets STABBED. And it will be you!

I'd write more, but there are a couple fifth year girls having a wrestling tickle something over on the common room floor there. all right.

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Calling Cuz (The good one) [27 Aug 1977|07:40pm]
[ mood | confused ]

Uh. Andi? Uhm. What happened to the end of the wedding? I was under the impression that there would be cake and drinks at this thing. Or you at least. Well, at least you took Tonks with you, wherever you guys went.

Anyway, the lads and I are just going to go to my place then, if this wedding thing is really all over. hahaha I was expecting Bella at any minute, man.

OKAY! We're gonna go!! Oh, and if there's a bottle of drink missing- It was Pete. I'm sorry. I tried to stop him, but he is like a mad man around alcohol. Tragic, An, really it is.

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nrgh. [28 Jul 1977|10:48am]
[ mood | sod ]

YOU'RE GOING TO RUE THE DAY, FUCKERS.

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a note, ladies and gentlemen. [17 Jul 1977|12:38pm]
[ mood | smug ]

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night think I've still got a transfig essay due the next morning and it's been asigned for weeks and NOT ONLY have I not done it but MG has threatened to draw and quarter anyone who doesn't turn one in. but then hahaha I remember! It is summer holidays and I am fantastically exempt from the rules for my being amazing. And that there is dozens up dozens of Gryffs at my back and call for the copyage.

TO THE EVER IMPORTANT NOTE, berks.

It's in MY personal opinion that Vance and Pearson beat the life out of each other out of sheer sexual frustration for having the lamest boyfriends ever. in the history of the universe. And whatever is beyond the universe, galaxy? YOU ALL GET THE POINT.

hahaha Carry on, losers.

ALSO FUTURE GRYFFINDOR TEAM! A MESSAGE FOR YOU. PRACTISE OR PRONGS AND I WILL PLAY YOUR POSITIONS AND CLEARLY OUTDO YOU IN EVERY WAY HUMANLY POSSIBLE. ANDS THEN SOME. SO TO AVOID A LIFE OF EXHILE FROM THE GRYFFINDOR TOWER AND AN EVENTUAL DEATH IN SHAME, PRACTISE.

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ARRRRGH PRONGS [02 Jun 1977|06:26am]
[ mood | AWAKE ]

NO FIVE AM TIG EITHER NOT FIVE AM ANYTHING I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!

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OKAY NO [01 Jun 1977|06:07am]
[ mood | awake ]

JAMES I DON'T CARE HOW BORED YOU ARE

YOU DON'T JUST WAKE SOMEONE UP AT FIVE IN THE MORNING OF AN EXAM DAY BECAUSE YOU'RE BORED!! NOT FOR ANYTHING NOT ANYTHING!! I can't get back to sleep you total and UTTER SOD! Why didn't you wake Pete up if you were so bored, he's the one who's going to ruddy fail these things!! thank you LOADS, man, just LOADS for all that I really mean it.

Hahaha, not that i need to try to be phenomenal in all my classes. I mean, what with me getting almost all O's on my O.W.Ls last year I don't see the problem in not studying! Can't help that I'm a geinus. HAHA BETTER TRY HARD REGGIE. Start studying now, wouldn't want your failure ex-brother to get better scores that you will hahahaha Yeah, i know. i'm awesome, thanks.

hmm. What to write. I'm not going anywhere, maybe i can write myself into boredom. uhmm. ANDI! I'm staying at The Sod's place over break, so you can have the money from Alphard if you want. waiwait PRONGS? am i staying with you over the summer at ye olde godrics hollowe?
I think this would be the part where i say I'm missing an ex-mate, but I don't, so I'll just say nothing here other than I don't.

HAH.

james you had better not be sleeping NOW.

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an organized list [02 May 1977|04:51pm]
[ mood | cross ]

THE FOLLOWING IS A LIST OF THINGS THAT ARE CURRENTLY MAKING SIRIUS REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY HACKED OFF.

ITEM 1.) ANDI + TED = EVERYBODY SHUT IT, I COULD HEAR BELLA FROM THE RUDDY GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM

Andi- You're taking the money. I don't need it anymore anyway, because it looks like the only decent friend I've got left is Prongsie, so I don't see much point in getting my own flat if the only person I'd want to visit is the same person I could live with for the summer anyway. I mean, I thought about going to the Auror training thing because I guess you stay there and they feed you and everything, but who the fuck wants to be an Auror? NOT ME. Uhmmm yeah, but anyway. You can have the money, you and Ted and the baby HAHA CAN YOU NAME IT SIRIUS?

Anyway, I think you all ought to shut it about Andi and her and Tonks' kid. Or something. I mean, come off it, would you? The stupid kid's not even BORN yet and already everybody's giving it shite. SOUNDS LIKE HE'LL TURN OUT ALL RIGHT THEN, ANDI. I mean, if the kid's not going to be swooned over by your sisters then it won't be Reggie! And that's always a good thing hahaha.

ITEM 2.) PEARSON YOUR TASTE IS APPALLING. FATBOTTOM? I GIVE IT A WEEK HAHAHA.

ITEM 3.) QUIDDITCH
QUIDDITCH
QUIDDITCH Ravenclaw undefeated?? This is so ridiculous, they already get the Quidditch cup and the season isn't even OVER. Which means pretty much the next sodding game with The Cheaters And Crap Flayers (esq.) is pretty much pointless, no matter how bad we whomp the pitch with the losers. It's so stupid too, we are winning in points! NOT RAVENCLAW US. GRYFFINDORS. They took the cup right from under our noses!! Somebody ought to put them in their place. Speaking of!

ITEM 4.) PETER I DIDN'T SEE YOU IN THE GRYFF STANDS, MATE. THAT MEANS YOU ARE AN EX-MATE. IF I SEE YOUR FACE AROUND HERE I'M GOING TO POUND IT INTO A WALL, WORMY.

Item 5.) Fuck you, I'm done. You hear me? DONE. I don't care anymore, all right? I'm fucking Sirius Black, everybody knows me and is going to know me for a long long time and you're trying to act like you can just forget me. WELL GUESS WHAT, LUPIN. Everybody's always going to know ME, but I'm only ever going to know a couple of them, the really great ones. I just think it's a waste of my time, thinking you were going to be one of them.

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very very very very not dead [22 Apr 1977|06:41pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

For the concerned parties (read; LADIES)I'm not killed!! Or suspended, or expelled, thanks. ALSO. CONTRARY TO RUMOR I DID NOT CRY/WEEP/SOB/BAWL/EXPRESS ANY FEELING OTHER THAN DEEP SATISFACTION FOR WHAT HAPPENED. OKAY? NO TEARS. Now that that's all cleared up.

Who's seen Moony? he isn't STILL in the hospital wing, is he? Pete? WORMSALOT. for once in your ratty little life you are useful, haha. Hasn't poppy let the little nance out yet? He's hardly ever there long when he's sick and she usually doesn't have him under sodding QUARANTINE. It's not like he's HAHAHA HE IS CONTAGIOUS. Oh man, I kill me. contagious.

Detention time. Haha! Sweet, merciful wonderful detention! Oh, how I adore you. I'd count the ways, but I haven't got the time. hahah, I'm sure I'll be doing something ruddy fantastic, like sweeping or sorting or jumping rope BUT I DON'T CARE. WHY YOU ASK? BECAUSE I AM ALIVE AS ALIVE CAN BE AND MY COUSINS(and berky little brother) DO NOT AND WILL NOT HAVE THE LAST LAUGH OVER ME!

Prongsie- Wormy- either of you see Moondog tell him to wait for me until I get back from detention! Berk won't answer my owl, fingers are probably broken, though FOR ONCE haha no fault of ours!!

YAY DETENTION

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Updates from the mind of Sir Pad [12 Apr 1977|07:29am]
[ mood | bad ]

Back from Hols. I would've posted from Moony's house, except that I lost this thing under his bed after London. APPARENTLY. I will never hear the end of chips, but I don't honestly think any of you have any right to make fun. You weren't the ones wearing them over Anti-Breathing pants. What the sod id wrong with Muggles, I know, I know.

So er now I am back. And summer term has started, gross, very kids, I know. I have actually forgotten to learn. Also! Pete, I am HIGHLY disappointed at you lack of improvement on Tig over holidays. I think we might need to reconsider accepting you into our society of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, Wormy- really. It was disgraceful and you cast SHAME upon all of us. SHAME MAN. DIRTY UNDERLYING SHAME.

You know what. Scratch that, you're just out Wormy. You and Moony are exempt. FROM NOW ON I'S JUST PADDERS AND PRONGSIE ALL THE WAY. Haha, catch you later berks. Meet you at the finish line. We'll be waiting, hands up hands down, we're winners, you lousy shirtlifting queers.

While we're on the subject. Remus Lupin you are not my lobster and I am not your boyfriend and I don't see why we need to talk anymore.

PS- HAHAHA SORRY ABOUT GETTING SIDELINED MEADOWES TOUGH LUCK.

PPS- Stalking update; no one is stalking Evans because she is ugly and stupid.

PPPS- Edgar Bones is also not engaged. Or at least not to a girl hahahaha!!

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a sirius report for all ages [17 Feb 1977|10:50am]
[ mood | amazing ]

Masque RULED, of course. My costume as 'the handsomest guy at Hogwarts' went over well enough, for just being my own clothes, honestly, and NO PRONGSIE it did not need glasses or touseled hair. HAhahanot funny. Come off it, really. You know and I know and everyone and their mother (haha expecially Mrs. Lupin) knows I'm the best looking so DON'T EVEN TRY IT MAN. McCormack was great date frankly, better to talk about Quidditch with a keeper who gets it and has a hahaha AWESOME costume than have to listen to Hargreaves or that shit. I'm sure Prewett (THE NOT GROSS KIND) took her instead, cheers to him.

SNIVELLY WE MISSED YOU AT THE MASQUE. It wasn't the same without the belle of the ball!! We're all SO sorry you weren't there to be honored in front of the school but DON'T WORRY SNIVELLUS. hahaha We will hand-deliver your public embarrassment when you least expect it, greasebucket.

Am not sidelined. Am amazing. I'm only telling you everything you already know, Hogwarts.

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this has something to do with tallbottom liking blokes i bet [28 Jan 1977|05:48pm]
[ mood | suave ]

Well. It is obvious that I have a date to the masque and Francis does not.

try not to cry too long and loud, girls. Uh over me, of course.

I'm almost afraid to ask the rest of you lot.

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why'd hols have to end anyway i enjoy the sleep [03 Jan 1977|04:01pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

Yessssss Quidditch starts up again soon. AS in very soon, berks. Which probably means more practice meaning James flying in circles and trying to boss us around like the pratty little captain and maybe i'll break BOTH his arms this time around.

REALLY Prongs, next one's against the little Ravenclaws right? So just aim above the neck for the Beaters, right? Haha, just kidding Prewett. or ARE we! Meadowes! Take note, new strategy!! as if we weren't already going to ruddy win, thanks lots.

oy, moons, some little fourth year made a remark about that scarf your mum made me (in intense undying love, actually, the woman is absolutely mad for me, poor thing) so I whomped him into the wall. i didn't catch what the sod said exactly, but i think it was a hufflepuff anyway which is pretty brave for a huff, honestly!

i'm bloody starved. i've got nothing else to say, berks.

except HAHA Evans has gone completly bastardingly insane? knew someone would eventually!!

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I believe the word you are looking for is CLEARLY [13 Dec 1976|10:17pm]
[ mood | obvious ]

I'm staying here for the holidays.


IF YOU HAD TO ASK YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ARSED TO KNOW THANKS GOODBYE.

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just out of curiousity [28 Nov 1976|09:47pm]
[ mood | curious ]

Oy. if somebody happened to get their hair charmed off, say from a potion in a pastry or pie or some other baked product, what charm would be best for these persons to regrow their hair? Quickly, if at all possible.

Also; Are there a variety of this charm that grows the persons hair back- and if so, how might the persons go about seeing which charm works best at resoring their hair to it's natual luster? Like, are there varying conditions on which they can regrow the hair and, if so, can those conditions be sped up in time for a class? In case a hat is asked to be removed from these persons' heads? And if said hat is asked to be removed, will there be enough hair for it to look carefully dishelved (but in a completely non-hat-hair sense)?

just asking.

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obligatory birthday post [17 Nov 1976|11:37pm]
[ mood | tired ]

In twenty-three minutes I will be 16. I know this is usually the part where people say things like "It feels exactly like 15!!!' or that toss, but I'm not about to because so far it doesn't feel like that for me. Whatever happened leading up until my sixteenth birthday is pretty much shite, i've decided. Because now is what's important, not what happened then. Mostly because I am a very anti-then, anti-there and anti-them person. If that makes any sense.

Right, so it doesn't, but oy, it's ruddy near midnight and I may almost be 16 but I'm tired-thanks Care of Magical Creatures. And I'm never any good at serious stuff but it is MY birthday so you HAVE to put up with it. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is everything that's happened so far doesn't mean anything compared to what happens next. none of it matters.

Except for that time someone put Bulbadox Powder in Snape's lunch- Oh. How we laughed. His face! Boils all over his mouth! Everyone talked about "The Boily-Brocolli Incident" for months, it was so simple in it's cleverness, really. A work of brilliant, if I say so myself. And I did.

So everything is nothing except for that. That will live on forever.

So my for birthday in-Great Grindelwald, 10 minutes??- I expect a ruddy load of fantastic presents addressed to yours truly. Presents not of fantastic nature should not be given under pain of death via my fists and wand, thanks.

I should stay up for the remaining 7 minutes to see what sixteen feels like, but I am oh so sleepy.

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