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*.:TWO HUNDRED FORTY-FOUR:.*

This is it, you guys. Next time you talk to me I'll officially be an auror. In training. But still.

*.:TWO HUNDRED FORTY-THREE:.*

It's weird not shopping for school stuff. I saw a whole bunch of first years when I was in Diagon Alley the other day. It was actually pretty cute. They were all real excited. A couple of the parents seemed like muggles, so I helped 'em out a little. They seemed like good kids.

Fin's not going back to school either, she's gonna stay at the bakery. Which is awesome, 'cause if she was at Hogwarts we'd probably never see each other. Training's real rough, so I'm not gonna have a lot of free time anyhow.

Exam's coming up soon, but I think I'm ready for it. I've gotta be ready for it.

*.:TWO HUNDRED FORTY-TWO:.*

Finally saw the paper.

[Here, the writing gets darker]

It's fucking sick.

I'm going to kill them. I'm going to hunt them down, and I'm going to kill them. See how these bastards like being tortured with their own fucking wands, huh?

Dammit.

*.:TWO HUNDRED FORTY:.*

This weekend was pretty much 100% totally awesome. Just hanging out, not having to worry about school, or tests or cleaning your room or not putting your feet on the sofa or hairy balls or anything. Plus the view is pretty awesome. You can see right across the river and watch all the people and the boats and stuff.

I went down to the Ministry today to pick up some stuff for taking the auror exam this summer. I think I'm gonna wait a little bit to crack it open though. I'm still recovering from NEWTs. Fin's got an interview at this bakery down in Diagon Alley for the summer, which is awesome because if stuff doesn't get sold that means they can't sell it again and that means someone's gotta take it home. I bought a cake.

I don't even care about Dad coming over, cause there's nothing he can do about it anymore.

Hope everyone had fun on the field trip or whatever.

*.:TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-NINE:.*

Y'know, I'd love to go stare at rocks with you guys and all, but I've got a new flat that needs breaking in.

*.:TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-EIGHT:.*

Thank Merlin that's all over with. I know what I'm gonna be doing this week. Wake me up when it's time for the leaving feast.

*.:TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SEVEN:.*

Real funny, assholes. Y'all are lucky it's almost the end of the year and I'm feeling generous, because if I find out who did it, I'm going to pound you.

((He's mostly been trying to keep his robes closed over it, but some people might still have noticed-- Alfred's shirt just says "FATASS." Also tags may be delayed this weekend.))

*.:TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX:.*

Well that was weird as hell.

Amelia's a nice name though. Maybe I'll name my daughter that.

*.:TWO HUNDRED THIRTY-FIVE:.*



Alright you guys, it's the final countdown. The eleventh hour. Today's gonna be our last practice, and tomorrow you've got the day off. Everyone knows Sunday's gonna be my last game as your captain, and you better believe I ain't gonna lose!

You guys've been such a great team for me these past couple years, it's so awesome. I'm real proud of you, even if we don't-- no, forget it, I'm gonna save all the speeches for Sunday. I got something special planned for us after we win!



Oh, and does anyone here wear size 8s? I think someone stole my sneakers in the middle of the night and replaced 'em with boats.

((ooc: This be a placeholder post; tags will be intermittent until Monday, and will be made with burgerboobs))

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