Louis Laurent Weasley

[private to Victorie]

TOLD YOU SO.

What are you going to name him? Her? I think it's a boy. You should name him after me!

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What is everyone doing, now? Besides, you know, hating eachother. This fighting is ridiculous. But, Hugo, I do hope you won that little duel. Really. I heard you started it. And you must never start anything you can't finish. Duels are like one-on-one Quidditch matches, you see. If you challanged someone, and you lose, you start looking like a wanker. Understand?

Oh. And I've given up meat.

Oh, my...god. I have the worst hangover in the history of hangovers....ever! I think I'm going to never get up. Ughhh. Why are the lights so brrright?



Look what I dug up:

Last Years Resolutions:

1. Make Captain. (done!)
2. Buy an extremely cute cat. (Darling Eloise!)
3. Lose virginity. (well, I did that)
4. Be dating Davies, still.
5. Find Al a boyfriend. (Heh. Well, that hardly counts, since he's apparently straight.)
6. Build a better relationship with James. (We all know how that one worked out.)

And it just so happens, there are a lot, this year!

New Years Resolutions:

1. Get into Pro-Quidditch.
2. Force Al to share a flat with me.
3. Never drink alcohol again. Ever.
4. Become a vegetarian. No, seriously.
5. Find Dom a boyfriend or girlfriend.
6. Find Janny a boyfriend.
7. Learn to knit.
8. Buy an afgan.
9. Have someone name something after me.
10. Travel to America.

Now...I'm going to go lay in bed forever...

Dom-

Long story short, Vicki's got a stalker. I'm coming over so I don't get raped. 

Love you!

I adore your apartment, Vicki, really. I do love staying here!

Hm...Almost New Year's Eve. Hurrah. I'll post a list of New Year's Resolutions, tomorrow, then! Last year I had two, there were...huh. One was to make Quidditch Captain, which I did! Yes...I did. 

[Private to Mallory]

Darling. Tell me you aren't back together with that idiot-boy.

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[Private to Molly]

Well, I love you, still.

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Paris is beautiful, as always! I love this place. I spent the entire day drinking coffee and watching people smoke cigarettes. And my bed at my grandparents' house is always so deliciously warm. I missed this place. Absence indeed does make the heart grow fonder. If I wasn't so bent on go pro in Britain I do think I would consider moving here!

[Private to Teddy]

Wha...Teddy!

What all this about you and my sister being "over"?

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[Private to Quincy]

After I get back, I'm staying with my sister for a couple of days. I really want to see you. We should get together! See eachother.

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I don't know what you lot are on about, honestly. Rosie's still nice and thin.

[Private to Vicki]

You wanted to know who I was going with, right? His name is Quinn. He's sweet, and charming, and funny, and loveable, and adorable. He's not like anyone you'll ever meet! Ever. Really. Ever. 

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[Private to Teddy]

You know James is going to the Yule Ball with Mairead. A favour, yes? Tell him not to embarress me in front of my date. Like, no gay jokes, or anything. Teddy, he'll torment me the whole time, and you know it!

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[Private to Mallory]

We need to speak. 

Our Head of House's classroom. Right after classes.

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So...Lily is dating Zach, small girls are having cat-fights in the halls, and apparently every A-cup is now, like, a Z. That little asian girl looks awkward as hell. We need to all calm down. Just...breathe, and such. This castle is going insane. I wore a skirt, yesterday. And no, James before you say a thing, it was not comfortable, nor did it turn me on, etc, etc, you prick.

Hehehe...

Well, well. Not much I can say. Thanks for wanting to snog me, everyone! I really do appreciate it. It's going to be days before my ego deflates.

[Private to James]

IN YOUR FACE.

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So, Gillyweed Hash. It's appalling. If I hear that anyone on the team is taking that stuff, I'm killing hexing killing them. Do you know that that does to your performance?

The new Beauxbatons students are lovely! Michel Sonnes is delicious quite the gentlemen. And, unlike the other students in Hogwarts, I don't have a language barrier! So.

[Private to Quincy]

You know, I'm quite sorry we didn't have tea, but I'd like to spend time with you, truly. How's this Sunday, sound?

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Yes, we won, but this is a dar

Good job, you lot, you were all brilliant, really. I don't feel much like celebrating, but go on ahead.

I can't believe people are actually asking me if I'm shagging Malfoy. Like, apparently, people actually believe it. Tons of people have come up to me asking. Really, truly, I don't find Scorpius Malfoy attractive in the least. At all, believe me. He's probably on my list of people not to shag, which includes my family, Davies, and all Hogwarts staff that not involving Sinistra and Pucey.

And, I'm going to go ahead and say that Albus is not cheating on Isabella, because they've always got this ridiculous, dopey look on their faces when they look at eachother. James is another story.

Don't let this distract you from the real news, the grueling practice everyone in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw has to go through today, because of the game tomorrow. So, is Ravenclaw ready to get their arses handed to them?

[Private to Rosie, Janny, Al, Lucy]

So, really, how many of us are actually going to James' birthday party?

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Rumors....that's all they are, yes? Hopefully. Otherwise...hm.

Well, Rosie, darling, I can say with absolute certainty that I am not having sex with your boyfriend. Promise. 

Anyway-

JANUARY. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? 

*strangled noise of exclamation*

Tell me this isn't true. I'm cringing. Sweet Merlin. You're not shagging James, are you?

It's a beautiful day outside! With all the havoc going around, the snow-all pure and white, and calm. It's a blanket that just tells everything, "Shut the bloody hell up and REST!" 

I like it. Does anyone want to go for a walk around the grounds? It'll be frigid, but I quite enjoy the cold sometimes.

Also, I'm getting much better at Arithmacy. That last assignment was easier than the rest!

So...

At breakfast today, I was minding my own business, and suddenly, the nice Hufflepuff girl I was conversing with gasps, clutches my robe, and says, "I think I'm going to be sick!" I tear my sleeve away from her, exclaiming, "Sweet Merlin, not on me!" Then, I proceed to transfigure my cup into a bucket. 

Every girl in the school is spewing, and as funny as that might seem...

Oh, no...wait! It isn't funny. It's gross. Hm. Fancy that.

So, whoever you are that pulled this hilarious "prank", kindly let this be the last of it?