Leah Cooper can kill you with her brain

Warded to Hufflepuffs, non-Weasley Gryffindors and non-IS Ravenclaws:

Fred's dead. Fred can't be dead.









Anybody got any news about Michael? Rachel is threatening to camp at St Mungo's until we hear from him.

Private to Spencer, Sarah, Molly and Heath:

I can't find Rachel anywhere.

Spencer, Sarah, have you seen her in your common room?

( Private. )

Before anyone asks, I don't know where my cousins are. And since we don't have much contact beyond the occasional family gatherings and the traditional exchange of Christmas presents, I doubt anyone else in my family knows, either so you can tell your You-Know-Who-worshipping mummies and daddies to go

Are fourth years being fed differently from the rest of us? Because what. The. Hell.

Private to Molly and Sarah:

I still can't believe what happened yesterday. It all feels unnatural, like a bad dream.

The joke is on that Death Eater, though - I made some slight changes in my handwriting, so my family will know something's not right. Not that i can tell them exactly what happened, obviously. It will only make them even more worried when I'm forced to go back.

Private to Anthony:

How are

Is there anything

Private to Wendy, Heath, Ryan, Spencer, Sarah and Molly:

I've just heard what happened to Anthony. I want to offer him my condolences and support, but what do you say in a situation like this? "How are you?" is a bit redundant. I mean, how else is he supposed to be? And "Is there anything I can do?" seems pointless, really. It's Ryan all over again.

Terrible, awful weather. I have cast so many Impervius Charms that there's a very good chance my subconscious will make me do them again, non-stop, in my dreams tonight.

If I wasn't such a sceptic when it comes to Divination, I'd be seeing this as an omen for the upcoming Valentine's Day celebrations.

Private to Molly:

News travel fast, but just in case you haven't heard what happened at our so-called Muggle Studies class, here's a brief explanation: halfway through it, Snape burst in, dragging Ryan Morris with him. The She-Carrow promptly switched the theme of her lecture (an explanation on how Muggles are purposely trying to kill us with the diseases they carry) to an exalted tale of how Ryan had been kidnapped by his Muggle father in order to have his magic stolen, and how he had been saved by the oh-so-heroic Snatchers. It was absolutely sickening.

I wish there was something we could do. I feel so powerless locked up in here.

Private to Spencer and Sarah:

How is Ryan?

One of my rooks is limping.

Private to Sarah, Spencer, Molly, Wendy and Heath:

Sigmund is afraid of me now.

Those bastards. Those miserable bastards.

Private:

I'm afraid my mind is failing me. First, it's been ages since I've managed to think of some new experiment. And now, my potion was too strong. It never happened before. I mean, I've had far from perfect results now and then, but they were always passable. It's a shame, really, because I feel like I need to drink some Draught of Peace right now. Most of us do, really.

I can't stop thinking about Blair and Morag and how they're feeling right now (understandable), but I can't stop thinking about Terry (AAAGH!) either. This is pathetic. If I could only go back to my old habits, everything would be so much easier. But I can't, can I? Nobody can apart from the bloody Slytherins and the IS crowd.

Anthony suggested we'd organize some flowers. Maybe I should focus on that.

Ravenclaws:

Have any of you seen Blair? I can't find her anywhere. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her sister, either.

Private:

Loony, the Leaky Cauldron, Rhiana's parents, and now I've been hearing some rumours about arrests on Hogsmeade. Is it too much to ask for a day without bad news?

I hope everybody's safe and well especially Loony and Rhiana and that your holidays have been pleasant so far.

Molly:

Thank you for your invitation. I'll be happy to come to your party.

Terry:

Hi.

Private:

I kissed Terry.

I KISSED TERRY!

Was it a good kiss? I mean, I liked it, but did he like it? Should I have asked? Did I do the right thing by keeping quiet? Possibly yes, but now I'll be spending my waking hours wondering if I did anything embarrassing without being aware of it and it just makes me feel like screaming! I can't ask him now, of course. Or can I? Better not. But then how shall I know? Could you please stop arguing with yourself like a deranged person, Leah?!?!

See, this is the problem of getting a kiss from him as a result of someone else's plotting. Not that my own experiments have been successful so far due to his lack of curiosity and the fact I'm still studying OWL-level Charms. With a higher skill I'd probably be able to do something a bit more creative than charmed cards and little presents. But hey, I kissed him! Did he like it? SHUT UP!

I don't know if I should thank Michael Corner or strangle him for this. I think I might choose option number three: keeping quiet about it.

ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

So. Dust bunnies. That mustn't have been pleasant.

Private:

Gave my old woolly hat to Test Subject a couple of days ago. This was not - repeat, not - part of my experiment, but merely a way to get him to stop whinging about his temporary status as a ginger, as I found it both insulting and off-putting. I left a little note just in case, though I doubt he'll realize that I did this to get him to shut up already.
Mental note: look out for Brown. I didn't like her little "joke" at all.

Also, that little display at breakfast was just pathetic. Poor Morag and Pineapple Girl. Though I shouldn't really feel sorry for Pineapple Girl after her little chummy talk with Test Subject, should I? She'll ruin the experiment. So poor Morag, she must be distraught.

And Dark Arts has taken a turn for the worse - as if that could ever be possible. Speaking of which...

To whom it may concern: my rat is locked in his cage, and I asked a seventh-year student to help me booby-trap the lock so that it will do something nasty to anyone besides myself who might try to open it. Yes, I know rats aren't being used for Dark Arts practise yet, but some students and a couple of teachers that shall remain nameless have some very twisted minds and I won't take any chances. I suggest that anyone who has small pets does the same, just in case.

Private:

Those monsters. That was literature. I practically devoured some of those books for the sheer pleasure of it, and I used others for research. It was the last trace of genuine Muggle culture in this school and they destroyed it.

If Professor Burbage ever returns to us when all this is over, it will break her heart to learn of this.

On a different note, Test Subject has become quite close to Midgen. Subject: pineapple topping. It's not the time for this, Leah.

Well, that was an unseemly spectacle. And I'm afraid the implied message behind it all, if history serves me correct, will very likely backfire on our esteemed authority figures.

( The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education. - Albert Einstein )