jesus tittyfucking christ, johnathan.

WARDED TO TERRY:

i'm sorry to ask, but i want have to know how

WARDED TO JTAZ:

what are we going to do? my step-dad is being smothery and my mum looks like she's going to burst into tears and my sisters won't stop trying to force tea parties on me and i've never wished i had an actual room here more in my life, so     i'm going to get a room at the leaky for now and you two lot are welcome to come join me when i start taking everything i can get my hands on.

WARDED TO LAVENDER:

you lied because having it out with greyback is NOT staying safe, you twat.

fucking happy now, huh? this what you flash bastards wanted?

WARDED TO JTAZ:

So. I am either going insane or ended up in a conversation with both Padma and Lavender yesterday where neither of them denied it when I suggested they might be in Dumbledore's Army? And then we might have gotten into why Lav is mental and can't read them wanting to talk about FEELINGS in regards to the DA... Or something. I don't know. But. Yeah. There's that?

Also Padma will probably kill me if any of you breathe a word of this outside this ward. That is if Lavender just doesn't kill me for the fun of it.

[This would have gone up late last night before Lavender's post]

WARDED TO JTAZ:

Hey Z. Uh, this is kinda odd, but we wanted to talk to you. Or, like, actually have the chance to say goodbye and that all. If you don't want to or can't response, I guess we understand... just wanted this out there. Miss ya and all. Even if you didn't

WARDED TO VICTORIA:

Hey. I need help. Can I get your opinion? What would you do if How's your day been?

WARDED TO JTAZ:

I talked to Ligeia about Harper and she actually had a few interesting things to say. And offered to help?

It's been far too quiet today. Is it just me being rather paranoid or has it been too bloody quiet considering our situation? And by that I mean how this school is run by crazies who get their rocks off by torturing us. I'm not complaining, just suspicious. ...VERY suspicious.

WARDED TO LIGEIA:

We I need your help.

WARDED PRIVATE:

I thought I could do this but I don't think I can and I don't care if it's my last night of detention because everyone else still has it and things aren't going to get better and everyone just needs to shut the fuck up. It's not that hard: shut. the. fuck. up.

New plan: don't get any more detentions AND sleep through the rest of the school year.

WARDED TO PADMA & LAVENDER:

Hey, I know we've been working on patronus stuff here and there, but I don't want to any more. So I'm not going to. Thought you should know since you were helping me with it.

WARDED TO GRYFFINDOR, TOMMY & ZOE:

Anyone have any dreamless sleep potion they can spare?

Last night of detention. Yay.

WARDED TO GRYFFINDOR, RAVENCLAW & ZOE:

Where is he because one of you has to know where Tommy is? He said he had to stay after for something after detention and would see me later but it's now a lot later and he is still not here. I didn't want to leave him alone but after being cruciated about a million times really didn't feel like arguing with him in front of Ligeia so just went back to my dorm. And he was supposed to be here by now and he's not and so I need to know if he just went back to Ravenclaw or is playing hide and seek with someone or something because I am getting worried and if I wake up and he's in a cage too I am going to lose it and I can't do.

WARDED TO GRYFFINDOR:

If I end up in a cage myself in the near future? So. Totally. Worth. It.

WARDED TO DES:

Remember our conversation earlier about Tracey Davis and suits of armour?

Oh, today seems like it will be a lovely day. The sun's out, the birds are chirping and Davis is being used as a human statue right now though it's not even the arsecrack of dawn, it feels a lot later. So accept my offer to make the sun and birds nocturnal!

I think I just slept for two days. What the fuck. It is still 1998, yeah? I ask because either my family is visiting my step-dad's parents without me... or I've been asleep a lot longer than two days and they no longer exist.

I can't sleep. Wonder if that's one of those rare side effects no one ever talks about with prolonged Dementor exposure because I'd at least like to catch an hour or two before making it back to King's Cross. And for future reference, leave me out of your gossip, you fucking wankers.

WARDED TO TOMMY:
WARDED TO ZOE:
WARDED TO GEOFF:
WARDED TO BRIDGET:
WARDED TO SEAMUS:
WARDED TO RITCHIE:
WARDED TO GINNY:
WARDED TO D:
WARDED TO VICKS:
WARDED TO IMOGEN:
WARDED TO SIMON:
WARDED TO MEGAN:
WARDED TO PARVATI:
WARDED TO PADMA:

Hi Padma. I know we're not especially close or anything, but I was wondering if I could maybe get your advice on something?

A new week. I've made it through the first day without anything trying to kill me, so better than the last at this point?

Since Andrew already has the sparkles covered, here's the point where we pull out:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMY!
& GEOFFREY HAAMID HOOPER!

Hey. I think we found your list, Hufflepuff 7th Year Girls Who Were Looking For It. Don't mind me just spellotaping it into my journal for safekeeping for you. I might be killed because of this, but this is BRILLIANT!

[OOC: the actual list was ripped out of the entry after these comments, but the entry itself remained]

WARDED PRIVATE:

I think I'm trying to subconsciously destroy myself in creating something even worse than a love triangle... a bloody LOVE POLYGON. Fletwock fancies-- or cares, whatever-- about me. I was robo-tripping and talked to her when she warded me with 'hey Jack, I hate you'. Yeah, brilliant idea. If anyone else saw it they probably would have said we were FLIRTING, even if I was really fucked up and we ended up bickering. Then I tried to snog Lavender before grinding my face into Andrew's for HOURS. Best time to act on some stupid crush? Obviously when you are almost drooling all over yourself with the bird that's dating someone. Not to mention give people even more reason to think you're shagging your best mate-- Well, we haven't full out SHAGGED so-- Yes. Yes. Great. ALSO there's the fact that everyone and anyone seems to think I have no self-restraint at all. Okay, that part might be KINDA true, but it's not like-- Fucking fuck. AND THIS IS WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING BASE ON ANYTHING FUCKING ELSE GOING ON IN THIS STUPID FUCKING HELLHOLE!!! I wonder if I should bring up any of this to anyone or just hope they all forget about it and--



When are you going to learn, Johnathan, that writing shite down like you're talking to some diary never works?

I can't wait to knock the shit out of things at the quidditch game.

WARDED TO PANSY & DRACO:

I got the oddest thought ever to ask our beloved Head Boy and Head Girl what will be happening to Nott and Crabbe.

WARDED TO JTAZ:

I know we're supposed to be rationing, but I've been sober for almost TWO WHOLE DAYS aside from a few pain potions. So not the same thing. Stoned cuddle pile tonight?

WARDED TO ZOË & TOMMY:

And I think the three of us need to talk about Andrew. Maybe D could be helpful in being a part of this talk, too? Just a thought.

WARDED TO GRYFFINDOR:

Mention the limp, DEMELZA, and I'll see to it that you end up with one of your own.

WARDED TO LIGEIA:

Stay away from me.

It's no secret that I like to yell and shout and curse when I have something that needs to be said, but right now I'm actually feeling like... not doing that. Why? Because then someone can't say I became all rabidly angry or whatever or was exaggerating when I said that the rumours you've heard are true. That Friday morning Theodore Nott and Vincent Crabbe attacked me and Tommy Cresswell. If it wasn't bad enough that two members of the IS were attacking people, you should probably also take note that this is the second time I've personally seen Nott use an Imperius on someone outside of our Dark Arts classes - this time when he almost had Tommy jump off a staircase. Which doesn't do away with the other spells and hexes (slicing & hurling come to mind) he attacked us with, that one kind of stands out.

Along with the Dark magic Crabbe used on me that had me laid back in the hospital wing until this morning. A bone-twisting curse is what Madam Pomfrey said, to be exact. Otherwise known as: something definitely not taught within the Hogwarts curriculum. Makes you wonder where he did learn it and also which of you will be getting attacked next by our wonderful Inquisitorial Squad. I'm not saying this to try and make anyone more scared than they might already be, but thought you all deserve to know.

Someone suggested I look into poetry as a way to express myself and my feelings in a more effective manner. Here goes nothing.

Fuck a haiku by J.B. Sloper

Fuckity fuck fuck
Fuck fucking fuckity fuck
Fucking fucking fuck

WARDED TO TOMMY:

Yeah. Things aren't alright and we're ALL fucking going off the deep end. Get over here as fast as you fucking can because we need to go find Andrew before he gives someone any more a reason to kill him.

I think more than a PAMPHLET is included in even MEDIWIZARD, much less HEALER, training! Not that anyone could expect those blobs of fuckery to know anything about higher education in the first place, so in some completely arsed way that makes tonight make total and utter sense!

And I hope you two are okay.

On the eve of the dance I've made an executive decision: it's kind of a shame we didn't pick our own dates because I wouldn't have minded picking someone who would have assured I'd be getting a shag (OR AT LEAST A SNOG) afterwards.