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creepy!malcolm! at the disco ([info]baddock) wrote,
@ 2008-04-28 22:12:00


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nine; sunday, january 18th, 1998. backdated to after the game and hexed against staff.
FIGURES THIS SHIT WOULD HAPPEN WHEN I FINALLY GET TO PLAY.

Fuck this shit and fuck you all. Just... fuck. We still beat Gryffindor, so whatever.


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[info]kennicot
2008-05-02 10:09 pm UTC (link)
Don't be sad! There was a match? Oh, yes, I Saw that, but then I forgot. Oops. You need to sing to yourself, and dance, and maybe wear a lot of orange, for I think that orange just gets in your veins and makes your whole body feel like tangerines, all sparklebright warm and happy, and every bad thought just drips away, as if there was nothing wrong in the world, just you and your tangerines, that you can feed to unicorns, if you can get close enough, and I have one with Professor Hagrid, and I cried because it was so beautiful, and he gave me a hankie the size of a throw blanket, and I nearly staggered under its weight. It was tartan, so I wonder if it was a gift from the Headmistress, perhaps?

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