April 3rd, 2007 (01:48 pm)
current mood: aggravated
It appears I'm going to be helping Parvati and Ernie with organizing their production. I think the Muggles call it a Stage Manager? Should be entertaining.
Hee. Things to organize. And people to organize. CAN'T WAIT!
Well there seems to be a lot of anger in the air today.
And in my ears. Between Quintus' ranting about his journal and Sabina's hysterics about one of her housemates 'stealing' the Head Boy from her.... I'm going to go insane. I don't really care to be involved in this sort of thing, but my sister is pitching a frelling high pitched fit on my bed as I write this but people should keep their hands off other people's girlfriends. It's unseemly.
Now, without further ado I bring you a message from one Quintus Calidus Harper who cannot find his journal. I apologize in advance for it.
Trust me the first few drafts were worse. Enjoy:
Which ever dimwitted fool stole, yes – STOLE, my journal can expect to be castrated, drawn, quartered, beheaded and maybe – if I’m in the mood, I might try a hand at gutting too. Just you wait till I find out who you are first.
I dare you to attempt reading it. Seriously.
No, but really – hand over the journal now, and no harm shall come to you.
Well, there you have it.
For my sake can whoever has it please return it?
And can someone snog my sister so I can get some PEACE.