| 17 Sept 1942 (later) |
[31 Mar 2009|06:14pm] |
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I have only two questions: When will St Hilda's stop singing, and WHERE IS BENITO?
Did I think to bring enough alcohol to make it through a night of ST HILDA'S SINGING? No! (Because there is not enough alcohol in the WHOLE WORLD!) Do I think Benito has some of his enhancement potion, which may not make what I've got go far enough but will make me not care? YES! So where is he? He only had five minutes to pack, which isn't enough I know but the prefects made ME leave before I could get everything I wanted so I'm sure someone did the same for him.
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| 17 Sept 1942 |
[02 Jan 2009|08:21pm] |
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Mixed in with his Arithmancy notes, using several of the ciphers covered in the class.
Benito is rapt. I foresee a week of nothing but numbers from him, which is a shame because I had plans for his enhancement potion. Still, this class is far more interesting than I expected. Who knew that Arithmancy had anything to do with hiding secrets from enemy agents?
Speaking of enemy agents, Pettigrew has gone too far. Rumour has it that last night during the drill he was spending more time worrying about the so-called Avalon Tarts state of dress than he was about getting people to safety! Something must be done. I wonder if those girls might be interested in forming a committee? This is definitely the time to put aside house rivalries for the good of all the Academy.
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| 12 Sept 1942 |
[26 Jan 2008|12:22am] |
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I don't see why everyone leaps to the conclusion that just because I'm not hung over, it's my fault that everyone else is. It was only a minor enhancement potion, and I would've drunk as much as everyone else but I wanted to make notes so I could tell Benito how well it worked. I'd bet he'd never considered trying it on alcohol!
Something is happening and I'm not a part of it. This is not fair. Something must be done! I need to find Katya - I haven't seen her all morning, so she must be in the middle of it.
But first I have to drive Lady Goyle's coach so she can bring in more guests.
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| 5 September 1942 |
[28 May 2007|06:26pm] |
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OH HELL BUT DO I HATE HORKLUMPS.
Little bastards bloody well chewed my hand off. I can’t believe Benito wants to make more of them. He gave me this whole big speech, something about interdependency and a web of life (he’ll probably want spiders next) and a bunch of other junk I didn’t all hear because his fucking Jarveys decided to make fun of Rodrigo’s hair. If it were up to me, they’d already be set free in the Hufflepuff showers.
Wood’s in a bitch of a mood because someone gave him VD and so of course he’s taking it out on the rest of us. Someone remind me why he’s our friend? If he doesn’t stop acting like a wanker and soon, somebody’s going to tie him to a chair and stick him in a closet where he can listen to that Minnie Moocher song ad infinitum. WITH TADZIO.
Cause with the way he’s acting, he’d probably deserve it.
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| 3 September 1942 |
[03 Apr 2007|11:24pm] |
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Benito is insane. How do I know he is insane? BECAUSE HE’S BENITO. Seriously. The man thinks birdshite is the perfect present for the girl he’s in love with. There is nothing sane about him.
So tonight we are raiding the bestiary. Because Benito desires carnivorous mushrooms. As if his fucking Jarveys weren’t enough to give the Hufflepuffs serious thoughts of kicking us the fuck back to Gryffindor Tower. Because what Benito wants Benito gets—at least when he brings out that List of his. Have I really got him into that much shite since we were firsties?
The girls are getting drunk tonight with the fifth years, so it’s not as if I’ll be missing anything on their end, but I could have used the time with Rodrigo. I wonder if I can get him to come with.
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