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[28 Jun 2005|11:00pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Private... ish:
Is Rosier out to ruin everything of mine? Fucking git should have done the job right and killed himself.
/end

Fucking Slytherins.

... Madame Pince sent me a detention slip today for throwing a book. For all she knows, I could have dropped it. Oh well, another trip to Filch's office. Perhaps I can find some new, interesting items for us to play with, Prongs?

45 barks| throw me a stick

[18 Jun 2005|08:35pm]
[ mood | sore ]

My ear hurts.

16 barks| throw me a stick

[10 Jun 2005|10:46pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

I hate it when I can never work things out.

This is why I'm not as good in Arithmancy as I am in my other subjects.

10 barks| throw me a stick

[04 Jun 2005|01:47pm]
[ mood | confused ]

I think Remus was right. Some people, the people you think you know, have the ability to knock you on your back with shock.

.Private.

Moony is torturing me. I know, I know - he's not ready, it's not fair to take out on him but fuck - one minute he's all over me, the next he goes all frigid and tells me to bugger off.

... and Regulus. Gods, how could he choose that... thing over me? No. No, I'm with Moony.

but he'll always be my little brother


.End.

Let's just hope there's enough illegal substances at that bloody stupid Dance so I can drink myself into a reckless stupor. Hell, who said I ever needed drink for that anyway...

34 barks| throw me a stick

September, 13, 1976 [03 May 2005|06:16pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

The only pleasant memories I have from that house - 12 Grimmauld Place - is the overgrown garden, the only place left untouched, unblemished by my mother's spiteful fingers. I liked to climb the trees, kick up the dirt... all while my hateful family stayed within the confines of that dark house, cursing my name and planning my next punishment. Well, all of them, except for my brother. Sometimes, when mother wasn't watching, he'd sneak out to watch me climb the trees, ruin the (already ruined) flowerbeds and create a right bloody mess. Times have changed, since then. So much so that I actually miss it... sometimes. But I'm no longer a Black. I am disowned, dismembered and disobedient in every sense of the word. Grimmauld Place is no longer my home, and next year I shall be looking for a place of my very own to spend during the long, summer days, because I will be seventeen - a legal wizard, a legal adult.

Sometimes I think I've made the biggest mistake of my life, leaving my brother behind - there... but other times, I remember that he refused to come away with me, and it makes the pain a little easier to bear.

21 barks| throw me a stick

September 8th, 1976 [24 Apr 2005|08:46pm]
[ mood | exanimate ]

Oh, this thing. I almost forgot about it until it crept up on me from under a pile of dirty washing.

James, James, James. I often wonder about you and your ah, preferences. Let's just say your number one preference has managed to piss me off royally and it's not even week two. I think that is a record. Women. Grumble grumble etc etc. she'll never break into this circle, not in a million years, who does she think she is?

I miss Moo... yes, well, I still haven't seen Remus yet. I need him. You know, to help me get my homework handed in on time and the like. Life's pretty dull in sixth year. Not even flicking ink at Snivelly in Potions is fun anymore. Bastard.

Well, I'm off to brood by the lake. Anyone want to join me for a rough'n'tumble?

1 bark| throw me a stick

Sep 2, 1976 [06 Apr 2005|11:18am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I'd like to start off by saying that I, Sirius Black, am not really a follower of trends and/or fashion, but I suppose that would make me a bloody hypocrite seeing as I'm writing in one of these - a journal, something which every other sodding member of the school will also have, and will also be writing in.

Don't expect emotion-filled drivvel, words from the heart: delete as appropriate... because to be perfectly honest, I don't think it's right to share that kind of crap where everyone else can have a good look and spread it around willy-nilly. So this journal, to me, is just an account of stuff that's happened throughout the day. Nothing particularly significant or interesting. Oh yeah, and I guess it would be alright to keep a Prank-Log, eh, James? I'm winking right now, just so you know.

I'm tired. Yesterday's journey seemed more drawn out that usual. It was quite quiet, too... until James and Peter managed to land themselves into detention. And on the first night, too? I think that qualifies for some sort of medal. So it was just Remus and I in the dorm after the feast. The conversation took a rather odd turn, evidently morphing Moony into Mr Grump for reasons unknown to me. All I said was that I had a cracking summer. Oh well.

Shit, classes start in a matter of minutes and I can't even find my tie.

.Sirius Black.

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