| potions_master in nocturne_alley @ 2003-07-03 06:38:00 |
| Current mood: | irate |
| Current music: | Camels. |
Slouching toward Nyarlathotep
For God's sake, Albus, do you really think I have nothing better to do with my time than to write in this ridiculous journal?
Apparently, you do, or I would not have recieved a Howler with my breakfast tea this morning.
Now that I at last have my days free of ungrateful, insipid little morons who will never understand the fine craft of potions-making, I am engaging in some long-overdue research study in various locations across the globe. I do not feel it is anyone's business where I am or what I am doing, however our esteemed Headmaster seems to believe there is some interest. Our esteemed Headmaster is also a few Fwoopers short of a flock, not that anyone else would admit it.
If anyone wishes to contact me, don't. I have no interest in anything anyone has to say. Consider me as non-existent, at least until 1 September. Anyone who does attempt to get in touch with me will find themselves stricken with something unfortunate, terminal, and itchy.
And no, I do not wish you were here.
Addendum: For the love of all that is magical, Lupin, Black, stop your bloody whinging. The boy is in Surrey, and not dead, although I suppose the difference between is minimal at best. At any rate, it is for two months. You've gone longer between haircuts. Shut it.
Comments:
| sinistra @ 2003-07-03 12:05 am UTC |
He's sent me one as well though I see I am currently quite behind you in the wonderful world of time zones, Sevvie. Eating breakfast already?
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:30 am UTC |
Some of us, Sylvia, are possessed of the ability to decipher a clock.
What on earth possessed you to go to Canada? Why not America, if so determined to hear the mutilation of your native tongue?
| sinistra @ 2003-07-03 01:08 am UTC |
Americans are rude. Did you know that Canadians never lock their doors? It's fascinating.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 01:24 am UTC |
Really.
So, you will undoubtedly be bringing back souvenirs from your trip. Fascinating.
See if you can procure for me a toaster. You will not ask me why.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 01:44 pm UTC |
I am unimpressed, Sylvia. I demand a toaster. Preferably a Canadian toaster. No other toaster will suffice.
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-03 12:23 am UTC |
Piss off, Sevvie, you cold bastard.
If you'd ever had a feeling of your own you might be qualified to comment, but you haven't. So sod off.
~Sirius
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:29 am UTC |
Oh, cry me the Nile, if you please. You behave as if you have a monopoly on loss.
At least your little whelp still has a pulse. Others are not so fortunate. Count your goddamn blessings.
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-03 12:55 am UTC |
Why do you feel it necessary to comment upon my situation at all, Sevvie?
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:59 am UTC |
Because you feel it necessary to complain about it at every possible opportunity.
Also: I am bored. And we all know that is a valid excuse to torment someone.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:37 am UTC |
And you are a tactless oaf. What is your point, Lupin?
(parent)| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-03 12:45 am UTC |
Nothing's been under his robes in ages, that's part of the problem.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:48 am UTC |
Did you come up with that one all on your own?
Good boy.
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-03 12:57 am UTC |
You always were crankier when you were horny.
Do us all a favour and find a camel.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 01:02 am UTC |
Ah, but I have no interest in stupid beasts that spit. Lupin's the chap to see about that.
| jadedsirius @ 2003-07-03 01:11 am UTC |
Really, Snape, I think the sun's getting to you. Your insults are becoming pathetic.
(parent)| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 01:25 am UTC |
This, from a man who could not come up with "Snivellus" without aid from three other people?
| lupercus @ 2003-07-03 12:50 am UTC |
Hush, dear. I suspect someone had a bit more than tea for breakfast.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-03 12:49 am UTC |
Not a mental image I wanted nor needed, Severus.
Mind the sand.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:52 am UTC |
Honestly, Lupin, I am in Egypt. Were I to wear my usual robes here I would perish of heatstroke.
I see you are making no effort to think at all this holiday. Not that you normally do.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-03 12:54 am UTC |
Snape, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you ill? Or just out of your tree?
Answer carefully.
| potions_master @ 2003-07-03 12:56 am UTC |
Since you asked so politely.
I am merely unamused by you and your stray spouse moaning and wailing as if you are the only "parents" bereft of their offspring, when you are in fact only merely inconvenienced by a prophecy. Meanwhile, there are people somewhere who have legitimate reasons to grieve. Or have you forgotten?
Your fortunes are vast, Lupin. You are a wealthy man by any standards and yet you snivel (and feel free to throw that back in my face, it is the best you are capable of) and whinge as if you have nothing to be cheerful about. You'll pardon me if I take umbrage at your behaviour. I suppose I was mistaken to think that you might have more of a grasp of reality than most. Apparently not.
I bid you a good holiday with you and yours. Others don't have that luxury. I suggest you make the bloody most of it.
You idiot.
| lupercus @ 2003-07-03 01:32 am UTC |
Nevermind, dear. Come on, let's send Harry an owl, see how he's doing.