at one's pleasure

I know I've been seriously backdated on current events and if this is someone's idea of a prank, it's very stupid because it's dangerous not to mention really nasty and not in season. But, er, if it isn't a prank then uh, WHY ISN'T SOMEONE DOING SOMETHING?

This isn't so much a command as it is a heartfelt, very sincere request that will come with cookies and candies as gratitude so... That nest of spiders in the corner of the common room? SOMEONE KILL THEM! NOW!

I never did say thank you yet, did I? Emmy and Steven, thank you for the flowers and chocolates~♥ I'm keeping them under a freshening spell so they don't wither any time soon! Even if they did start to wither, I'll press them between books and turn them into bookmarks. Emmy showed me how to do it once, I'm sure I can do it again. I think.

I can't say my weekend was anything wonderful. It turns out the auction for the Lover's twin daggers I thought I won went to someone else instead. Can you believe that? They probably went to some rich arse who wouldn't appreciate them. They sent me some cheesy South African tribal knife for consolation.

What am I supposed to do with it? It doesn't fit in with my collection at all.

While I'm at it, who knows of a quick way to make a lot of money? There's an auction coming up for Hitsugaya's katana and there's no way I'm losing that blade to someone else!

I just spent the last hour skimming through ten pages in my journal. Not bad, I expected to look through at least twenty when I found my journal again. I'm never, ever using someone else's bed as a makeshift desk just because of potential ink spills. It's just plain WEIRD to find your own journal under someone else's pillow, the wet spot on the corner better not be drool.

Anyways, Group Epsilon! Who and where are you all? We must discuss winning strategies and prepare some kind of a thank you speech for when we receive the trophy. We are receiving trophies, right? I want my name engraved on it, ninja fonts would look awesome!

Amaury Girard! It's interrogation time... for us to get into the meat of our STD project! My evenings are free everyday from tomorrow until the end of the month. My mornings are free every weekend as well so we will be seeing each other. Fun, fun!

Speaking of fun, fun, I do hope we'll be allowed to wander to our own devices at the Parliament. I'm all for danger but I would much rather open doors and walk into rooms that won't transfigure me into a toad for trespassing like the MoM could.

Imagine opening the door and walking into a scandal involving an MP and his secretary? Hee ♥

Happy Birthday Jude! Forgive how this is a few hours too late, I'll catch you for birthday pinches later. You have a choice between your cheeks or arms, I would suggest the cheeks though, your arms don't look so squishy anymore.

I do sort of echo the 'boring' sentiment everyone has about the career presentations, however, CHO SONG'S PRESENTATION WAS MADE OF AWESOME, RIGHT? RIGHT! Never mind the fact that I never want to work in a hospital of any sort now.

I sort of wished mum had stayed after her presentation, there was something I wanted to ask her. Owling doesn't seem discreet enough, and it would be embarrassing if I made a mistake.

Private to Emmeline;

I noticed it during the holidays when I hugged her, but I kept forgetting to ask. Anyways, do you think mum looks a bit more, oh, I don't know, fat? Around the belly area? Dad and her took that Asia trip a few months ago alone... Do you think she might be pregnant?

( When I open my diary I realize that it has already been two years / And somehow it's a little embarrassing. / Come to think of it, I did some mean things, And I said mean things. / The diary is filled with sweet, sweet things. )