| Journal Zechs: Monday, 7 December [backdated] |
[08 Dec 2009|06:25pm] |
LISTEN UP TROOPS!!
This is your friendly neighborhood Snow War Commander writing! I want to see the men (women, and/or children) who are in charge of building their team's snow fort defenses on the front lawns as soon as final break before dinner begins! Captains are invited and encouraged to join as well. I'll be delegating sections for home bases at that time. You will have one hour to build your forts so work quickly and use all the magic you want. It will be prohibited tomorrow during the battle.
I HOPE YOU ALL PRACTICED BECAUSE TEAM FROSTBITE IS GOING TO BURY YOU ALL TOMORROW!!!
Alice Radford: This means you! Nothing personal.
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| Journal Quint: Monday 23 November [evening] |
[23 Nov 2009|07:32pm] |
HERE ME HERE ME
Inspired by the bubbly Lissie's school-wide match of hide-and-seek, and the recent ramblings of one Dots Robins lamenting the woes of Monday, I suggest an inter-house
S N O W B A L L W A R
to be held on the front lawns the Tuesday after next over mid-break and lunch (as I hate Tuesdays.) FOUR TEAMS! ONE VICTOR!
Rules: Each team must include at least ONE kid from every Year and ONE from each House. Pelted thrice and you're frozen/out. No face-shots; no wand work (except a time allotted to build your defenses). We'll all battle at once and be in for a hot meal!
( SIGN UP for a team! )
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| Journal Quadruplet: Thursday 5 November [late afternoon] |
[05 Nov 2009|04:53pm] |
( Non-moving, Muggle photograph )
BEST DAY YET!! Why is it the best day you ask? For one, my fantastic brother-in-law finally got his absentminded wife off her fat arse (you know I love you, Siney) to send poor Uncle Grady a photo of the newest Bell-lets. Baileys, technically. Looks like ickle Lissy sleeps right through anything, even Toby's horrid baby breath - or is he crying about her soiled nappy? Either Mam took this one or Chris has yet to get himself a proper wizarding camera. OIY! MATE! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GETTING FOR CHRISTMAS!!
Secondly, I am FINALLY and OFFICIALLY CAUGHT UP with the rest of you lot. That's right, your favorite Commentator will be ready for the next match with megaphone in hand! He is also available for weddings, Prefect duties, other such festivities, and WILL NOT be missing anymore Hogsmeade trips. I literally cried last month when you all left me alone with the Second and First Years. Ask Lock; his pillow is still soaked.
If anyone needs me, I will be slacking off this evening out in the courtyard. Cheers!
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| Journal Trio: Thursday, 1 October [late evening] |
[01 Oct 2009|10:14pm] |
How I Spent My First Month of Seventh Year
an essay by Gr~Bell
Mam fussed too much as usual, making a huge breakfast to sustain me all term, and the ride along the express was bittersweet. You can only talk the First Years into believing so much once a year. One thing you never get used to is seeing the black horses in front of the carriages. Seven years in and they still spook me every time.
The next week went well; I headed to lessons, greeted the First Years, met our new Head Boy and Head Girl (congrats again!) Then that Third Year stopped me at lunch to try verify what some purple glop was on his biscuits. Turns out whatever it was has an averse reaction to pumpkin juice and poor Lock also learned it tastes just as bad the second time around. (Sorry, mate!) After that it was off to the Hospital Wing and Mungo's for some rest, relaxation, and occasional nagging from my Healer-in-Training sister.
The Moral of this tale: Do not eat purple glop no matter how big the curious brown eyes of a Third Year are!
That said, it's good to be back. Someone tell me I did not miss the first Hogsmeade trip or I will literally cry in front of everyone at breakfast! Oh, and if you see Longbottom, tell him he'll still have to fight me for the megaphone this Year!
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