| legit_regit @ 2002-12-19 05:45:00 |
| Current mood: |  uncomfortable |
| Current music: | Criminal - Fiona Appleblossom |
Oh Hera, my Head!
The party was lovely. Hannah really outdid herself. The decorations were stellar, the music was great, the punch was divine, and there wasn't one bit of cheese to be found anywhere. The gifts exchange, er, ummm, went well... Oh my, I... I, umm... I really shouldn't be out of bed. My head is throbbing, umm, I don't think I shall make it to class today. Lisa, would you take notes for me, please?
Comments:
| hannahabbott @ 2002-12-19 03:20 pm UTC |
That's probably not the only thing hurting, Mandy.
Do you remember anything about last night? Hmmm?
One word. Justin.
Love, Hannah
 divineparvati @ 2002-12-20 02:44 am UTC |
Great job, Hannah. I'm sure you didn't even think of Susan reading this, did you? I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice.
Hmph.
| hannahabbott @ 2002-12-20 02:59 am UTC |
Parvati.
It's called a memory-rejolt.
Please buzz off.
You're not the one who has just spent all morning in confrence with Prof Snape, Prof Sprout and Justin himself.
I am not in the mood.
- Hannah.
| potterstinks @ 2002-12-20 03:14 am UTC |
Oh, right, like Professor Snape is about to have you in a conference. Particularly considering the smashing gossip I've heard about a little party that you threw. I can see why you're "not in the mood." I suppose that wait in the corridor was uncomfortable.
(parent)| hannahabbott @ 2002-12-20 04:45 pm UTC |
Malfoy.
You're the man of the hour.
Go away. Please.
- Hannah.
PS. And this concerns my house -- you can just keep you're witty thoughts to yourself thank you very much.