| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 10:41:00 |
Time.
I had detention with Potter on Friday.
He thought it would be clever to get there fifteen minutes early.
It is too bad he showed up fifteen minutes before six instead of fifteen minutes before five.
Filch made me stay the extra hour also.
Even though I was there at five.
That Potter.
He is so helpful.
He liked to pretend he was sorry but I do not think that he was sorry until his head was in a bucket.
It is not my fault it fit in there so nicely.
M. B.
Comments:
| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 02:39 pm UTC |
He was not that lucky.
Now that you mention it that would have fit even better.
Damn my kind heart.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 02:44 pm UTC |
Don't feel too badly. After all, you've never been quite the creative genius that I am.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 02:50 pm UTC |
I know.
I could never come up with a journal name creative like yours, for instance.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 02:54 pm UTC |
Oh, no, I'm certain yours is equally creative. 'Petite' indeed.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 03:02 pm UTC |
We must have got our names mixed up.
You should have been petitepotter.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 03:07 pm UTC |
What, exactly, do you mean by that? I do hope you mean you wanted to be millicentstinks.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 03:22 pm UTC |
I am 175.5 centimetres tall. I believe the other person you're referring to is a mere 175.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 03:58 pm UTC |
How much do you weigh.
How many hairs are on your head.
What is your shoe size.
Do you prefer the duvet on or off.
What is your wand length.
How many beetle's eyes do you have left.
What is your glasses prescription.
M. B.
| just_harry @ 2004-05-18 04:04 pm UTC |
Like 11 stone. I don't know. 10. Both. Eleven inches. A handful. I don't know. Why?
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 04:13 pm UTC |
You do not know how many hairs you have on your head.
I will have to make do without it.
M. B.
| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 04:55 pm UTC |
I played the odds.
How will you know when your hairline recedes more?
M. B.
| just_harry @ 2004-05-18 04:57 pm UTC |
I don't even think it's possible to count the hairs on your head.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 04:59 pm UTC |
You are fast.
Let us stop this now.
Where are you?
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 04:19 pm UTC |
That isn't even FACTUAL. I am 175.5 centimetres, not 175, and why are you sniffing around in my Potions ingredients?
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 04:24 pm UTC |
I needed beetle's eyes.
I do not care about your decimal.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 04:28 pm UTC |
Did you steal my beetle's eyes, you fat sack of ugly?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-05-18 04:41 pm UTC |
I don't have time for you. I'm going to go firechat with My Mother.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 03:20 pm UTC |
Love means never having to say you are sorry.
M. B.
| just_harry @ 2004-05-18 03:24 pm UTC |
I guess that's why you didn't tell me you changed the time to five.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 03:41 pm UTC |
I abide by the rules of love, TBWL.
Do not break my heart again.
M. B.
| petitemillicent @ 2004-05-18 09:24 pm UTC |
I do not think we can talk about this.
It is private.
I do not kiss and tell.
M. B.
