Justin Finch-Fletchley

Feb 3rd, 1998

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Tue, 13 May 2008 13:22:34 GMT

~~Haha we should be group sextus~~

I suppose this little defense experiment could be interesting. A bit unorthodox I suppose, but it shows potential at being better than another stack of essays. We'll see yes?

In other news, that Ravensdale chap from the cursebreaking apprenticeship sent me an owl this morning. He wants to have a sit down during the next Hogsmeade trip. Something about a potential job. I don't know what I'd be doing exactly, but things are looking up in that department.

[Ward to 7th year only D.A. Members, Charms Club Member, Ancient Runes Club Members, and other associated friends]

Additionally, I'm looking for a N.E.W.T study group, what with the tests coming up so quickly. I work better in small groups, yeah? So it'd be ace if I could get with people who are better at different things. I'm pretty decent at Runes and Charms so I can help in those department. Figure the more versatile the group the better. If you're interested in getting together let me know. We'll organize something.

[/ward]

- J. Finch-Fletchley

Janary 3, 1998 - Saturday || After Lunch

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 16:59:02 GMT

I owe everyone on these journals an apology for my misconduct in a certain entry posted in the early mornings of January 1, 1998. I'd obviously had far too much to drink and was dealing with some personal issues that should have never been made public. It got really bad rather quickly and - I don't remember writing in this damned thing at all. I was in the middle of packing when I found it and well- I apologize for any insult that may have been the product of my irresponsible alcoholic intake.

I am incredibly sorry and completely understand if this situation causes you to want to physically harm me. I'd appreciate it if you didn't, but if it's the only way to make things even we'll talk technicalities later.

Anyway, this is my public apology and admittance that I am in fact an idiot. Take it or leave it - there it is.

Sincerely,
Justin Finch-Fletchley

January 1, 1998 - New Years

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 16:58:22 GMT

This page has been ripped out of the journal along with all of the comments made on it.

December 16, 1997 | Tuesday | Before Dinner

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 18:31:30 GMT

[Ward to Garrick Summerby]

Oy. I'm leaving tomorrow so I think you should assist me in leaving a lasting gift for Zacharias. He's been being right pain in the arse lately and he needs to be rewarded.

Ideas?

I noticed he's left out his beauty products again. You think after last term's Wrinkle Enhanced Wrinkle Be Gone fiasco he'd have learned by now. I don't know if he has the wrinkle remover any more or not....hmm.

This time I'm thinking acne in his anti-acne cream. Or just muck the fuck out of the anti-bags and circles stuff he uses religiously. Or we could be incredibly unoriginal and just bullocks his shampoo so he's bald in the morning.

What'd you think? In? Out? I'll do it myself if I have to.

[/ward]

Well, I'm ready to get the bloody hell out of here!
I'm thinking I'm so ready I might just pack tonight.
Or someone should pack for me. I'll pay.....in hugs.

- J. Finch-Fletchley.

P.S. [Ward to Hufflepuff Boys]
The promise of getting pissed post-exams'll have to wait, mates. I couldn't get my hands on anymore booze. I exhuasted all my connections for Smith's party. Those of you not staying here, though, we'll meet up and get a pint or something sometime, yeah?
[/ward]

December 9th, 1997 - Tuesday - During Breakfast

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 07:00:40 GMT

[Ward Private]

I'm still mildly depressed I didn't get the apprenticeship. ~~Fucking MacDougal~~ That means I have to go home for the hols. It's not that I don't like my family - it's just....Yule's always been stressful since I started Hogwarts. The social functions are killer and the lying gets more and more complicated the closer I get to finishing school. The "Where are you going to University?" question is bound to be persistent....even more so than it was over the summer.

It's a real pain in the arse.

I'm tempted to just tell my parents I got the apprenticeship and stay at Hogwarts. Probably shouldn't though. I have to get out of this damn castle, anyway. A change of scenery will be nice.

I'm going to stop sulking.

[/Ward]

Exams this week.....are going to be murder.

- J. Finch-Fletchley.

P.S. 8 more days till freedom!!

P.P.S. Who's walking with me to Defense?

December 3, 1997 - During Study Hall

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 15:07:16 GMT

[Against Professors & Prefects who'd rat]

Who: You
What: Zach Smith's Birthday Celebration
When: December 5, 1997 | 19:00-00:00
Where: TBA (If interested let me know and I'll cue you in)

There'll be free food, ~~booze~~, entertainment and general hoorah.

[Against the above & Zacharias]

I know some of you aren't keen on my mate - but I've got a lot of food & beverages coming and it'd be a shame for it to go to waste. If you must, think of it as a Pre-Exam party before we all implode. Gifts are optional.

[/Wards]

December 1, 1997 - Monday - During Study Hall

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 15:47:55 GMT

The apprenticeship ends this friday.... What happens if no one cracks the challenge?

[Ward to Hufflepuffs minus Zacharias]

Also on Friday is Zach's 18th. Any ideas on the what to do?

PS. I'm now looking for a Smith Party Committee - who's in?

[/ward]

[Ward to Zacharias]

Any suggestions on what to/not do this Friday, mate?

[/ward]

- J. Finch-Fletchley

November 28, 1997 - Friday

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 02:59:31 GMT

Which ever one of you ~~assholes~~ fine people returned my notebook - Thank you. Now if you could I'd like the missing pages back. ~~You're not cute~~ You know, whenever you're through stealing my work....killing my soul....destroying my life.... ruining the justice in the world....and depleting the ozone layer with your LIES!!!

No rush or anything. Take your time. That'd be great. Yup.

- J. Finch-Fletchley

November 25, 1997 - Tuesday - 9:09PM

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 00:20:28 GMT

~~I'M A BLOODY IDIOT!~~

[Warded to self]

I can't find my notebook! It's GONE! It has all my notes for the bloody box!

The only place it can possibly be is back in that damned classroom. The first three spells I wrote to counter the vomiting curse didn't work! The fourth one made the effects of it even worse - I was vomiting more blood than should be physically allowed. I think I blacked out. I don't know ...whatever happened I woke up in the infirmary a good five hours later.

It's the only place it could be. Babbling dropped my things off - but my notebook wasn't with them. And since I obviously didn't have time to put the wards back on it...... DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!!!!

If someone found it and thinks they're going to use my notes I'm going to be ROYALLY PISSED OFF!

There are still two other spells I wrote that I haven't even tried yet..... GRAH!!!! STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!

[/Ward]

[Ward to Apprenticeship Challengers]

I left a red spiral muggle notebook in that room. If you find it do me a favour ~~AND DON'T OPEN IT~~ give it back, yeah?

[/ward]

Quidditch injuries have nothing on this sadistic cursebreaking apprenticeship.

- J. Finch-Fletchley.

November 11, 1997 - During Study Hall

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 00:08:37 GMT

[Stongly Warded to Self]

Right, so... lots of new things going on. I've broken through the first two levels of that bloody box from hell. Unfortunately, my session was up just as I realized what sort of boils the damned thing was spewing. I don't get the room again until Friday....but I'm feeling good about it though.

I've only been in there twice since the thing started and I'm making decent progress. The way I figure it...as long as I make it through each level every-time I book the room.... I'll have it figured out with in three weeks... if I book the room at least twice a week.

Here's to hoping, yeah?

Things are certainly looking up. The box thing is going well save for the spending an hour in the infirmary yesterday. Susan and I are....well, I guess. Nothing new to report on that really. Not that I feel comfortable writing it down anyway. Blah blah blah - I'm a stupid prat... anyway.

Todays a good day.

[/ward]

Will you marry me?
Check yes or no.

- J. Finch-Fletchley

November 2, 1997 - Sunday

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Mon, 11 Feb 2008 00:00:48 GMT

I'd just like to point out that .... the team that played the best yesterday was by far Gryffindor. If it wasn't for Malfoy and his goon Slytherin would have failed miserably. I mean if you calculated passes to interceptions and the general play of each team member individually without the biased result of the snitch....Slytherin was getting awfully sloppy near the end.

That said, I know losings terrible, but you Gryffindor lot really shouldn't feel bad about how you played. It was a brill game! Slytherin...just got lucky....unfortunately.

x Justin FF.

P.S. [Warded Private] I got the box from 1300 to 1500 from Babbling. I have faith that it'll go well. [/ward]

October 30, 1997 - Thursday After Lunch

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 23:23:37 GMT

So....that Ravensdale chap is....interesting. I had my meeting with him before lunch today. All was good for the most part. I've a feeling the final challenge we've all been prepping for will be twice as interesting. Yup. ~~I'm determined to get this damned apprenticeship! DETERMINED!!! MacDoudougal and Vaisey doesn't have a bloody chance!~~

In other news the mask I got for the ball looks pretty wicked. I finally charmed the features exactly the way I want it. It's a surprise though so .... no peeks or pictures to share at the moment. I'm kind of glad I don't have to think up any kind of fantastic costume - my brain's a bit fried as it is considering the massive overload.

Alright, I'm done. Just remember the next 48 hours will be great - no if's and's or butt's mates.

x. Justin

October 6, 1997 || Monday - Breakfast

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Sun, 13 Jan 2008 09:40:28 GMT

All I have to say on the matter of recent events is: It's about damn time.

In other news:
- I have no classes today.
- I'm sick of the library.
- Things have been looking up.
- Probably going for a run before study hall.
- Yes, I'm going to write in note form.

x. Justin F.

September 23, 1997 || Tuesday - After dinner

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Tue, 01 Jan 2008 22:56:17 GMT

[Private to self]

Do I look like bloody Virginia Ironside?! I think the answer is a most definite NO.

It's not that I don't appreciate Laura and Booth's comfort with me that they feel they can come to me with their problems. I really don't have an issue with that - but really, how the bloody fuck should I know what to do in their individual situations? Hm? For one I'm not a female, lesbian, or a stinking poofter. And I won't be anytime in this lifetime.

It's like all of a sudden I'm the go to guy for that sort of business. WHY? WHY, hm?

I didn't even know Booth chased for the other team. Course, I can't really say I'm surprised. Not that - there's anything wrong with it. I just...it's kind of weird. No, it's not kind of weird - it's bloody weird. Why would you want to do physical things with...other blokes - your bits don't even fit properly! Unless you're doing inhumane...and unnatural things.... Bleh! What's the fun if there's no tits or pleasantly silky legs to stoke? But I guess if that's not what gets you off, I'm not the person to be passing judgment. I'll tell you this, though, whoever's fucking with the kid's head should just very well watch it. Even though I'm somewhat opposed to same sex relations - I'll have no bullying of friends in that department. And since it's obvious Booth's the skirt in the relationship I haven't a problem with kicking the other chap in the family jewels myself.

And then there's Laura - that girl...she's so exhausting. There's a reason we broke up. You'd think by now she'd have slowed down a bit - or at the very least decided it was time for a break. Obviously, she's a bit on the confused side - which she's entirely entitled to. But honestly, the whole bisexual thing confuses me to know end. I mean, I get the fact that some folks like both sexes I can get it. I can. I just, why make it complicated because you're not really in the mood for one or the other at the moment? Just sleep with whoever you want and don't think about it already! I mean, Jesus! Why does placing a name to an obviously confused sexual orientation have to matter!? I'm tempted to be narcissistic and say the only reason she asked me was so that I'd sleep with her - but at this point I don't much think I'm in the mood given everything going on. ~~Maybe Friday I'll have changed my min--~~

Now, don't get me wrong - sex it great - it's possibly the best damn thing on the planet next to winning at a sport/challenge/bet/etc. But...fucking almost everything that moves at all hours of the day just doesn't seem healthy. Physical ailments aside - part of what makes sex so great is the fact that it's something that you don't get all the time. Yeah, yeah, I haven't stuck it to anyone in awhile - woe is me. But, seriously, it's that extra something special you get to look forward to when messing around with the girl ya like.

Speaking of....

I'd like to take this moment and say - damn you Susan Bones. I don't even know why I'm so ticked she snogged Corner. It's not like I've got those sorts of feelings for her ~~least I don't think I-~~. Alright, maybe that's a lie - I don't know. After that whole Hogsmeade date from hell business I figured there might be more to it. Maybe, learning to like her like that wouldn't be so hard. I mean - she's not bad to look at and I like talking to her - but, it kind of weirds me out that she's so bloody naive. How could she honestly say she didn't know what she was doing? How can you say you like a bloke one second and then snog the biggest damn scallywag in Ravenclaw the next? I don't know what's up with her these days - and it quite honestly drives me bonkers. Maybe I should just leave it at that and not even bother...

IN OTHER NEWS....

I have detention Thursday, and Friday night. 8:00pm. Courtesy of professor Flitwick. To be entirely honest, I'm not 100% sure why I'm being punished for something I had no control over. Apparently asking the professor to "Fuck me" regardless of whether or not I had control over my mouth is inappropriate and can't go by unpunished.

I've come to the conclusion that it was a vocabularious hex of some sort. I'd seen something like it in one of those "Hindy Harelson's Harmless Hexes to Prank Your Friends" books. Harmless my arse! It lost Hufflepuff 20 house points and I bloody well have to kiss Flitwick's arse for the next few weeks to get back in his good graces. Thankfully, the hex wore off two hours after the start of it - but it wasn't pretty. "Fuck me" and "Fuck me now" aren't exactly conversational responses to all the questions in the world - people don't exactly respond to it positively either. Go figure.

Needless to say I'll smash the face in of whoever's responsible. If When I find out who it was they'll wish they had the ability to return to their mother's placenta!!! It's only a matter of time before I find out who it was. Someone will open their fat mouths and the information will get to me eventually. I'm still of the opinion it was that fucking arse Harper. He's not very bright.

Huh, I feel better.

[/Private]

Clearly there's some asshatery in our midst. I believe it was baked in a casserole dish of unfortunate circumstances by none other than God himself. It's a shame really that such an abomination has been let loose on the world. However, being kind and just as I am - I'll learn to live with it ~~after I break it's face and bash it's head in with a bludger's bat.~~

I've decided September's just not a good month this year. Mines not being too kind these days - I think it's because I feed it generic food and water from the tap. I'm hoping if I change it's diet things will start looking up.

The weekend will be better.
x. Justin F.

P.S. Who wants to write my charms essay due tomorrow?

September 22, 1997 || Monday during lunch

flakyjen@yahoo.com — Fri, 28 Dec 2007 05:20:13 GMT

[Warded self]

I've been avoiding her all weekend. Not that it's been all too difficult, of course. She might just be doin' the same... Not that I blame her.

I should be the better man and say something. But...well.... alright I haven't a very good excuse not to really. I just...don't know what to say to her. And .... what the bloody fuck am I doing writing----

[/ward]

Welcome ladies and gents, wizards and witches, funny little elves in the kitchen too! Welcome to JFF's journal of incredibly pointless chicken scratch and hallabaloo. Today we'll be playing NAME THAT SONG!

First up is straight out of the muggle blues collection of snazzy cat T-Bone Walker who originally recorded it in 1947. Lyrics go a little something like this:

They call it stormy monday
But tuesdays just as bad.
They call it stormy monday
But tuesdays just as bad.
Lord, and wednesdays worse
And thursdays all so sad.

What's your guess? What's your guess? Let's go... Let's go. Haven't got all day ...