| potions_master @ 2002-09-22 00:13:00 |
| Current mood: | malcontent |
| Current music: | hector berlioz - la damnation de faust |
he's a carnival
Today has been, no in fact, this entire week has just been grand. Just wonderful.
Yet another episode. I got called again. I wonder what act of underhanded evilness I am to carry out this time. Perhaps do a bit of graffiti? Or maybe parchment a few trees in the suburbs? Spike the water supply with laxatives? Who knows what nefarious undertakings His Evilness has in store for us?
Then Albus informed me that Black and I must resume our anger sessions again. I would like to say that Black and I could agree on mutual disinterest, but that would be a lie. We can never agree. And even if Black ever did have a good idea in that vacant head of his, I would have to disagree on principle.
He's out tonight running the woods with Lupin. Galavanting about on all fours like animals. Well, I suppose I have to admit that they are animals - at least for this evening. But it's the thought that counts. How gauche.
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