The world is flawed

Just writing so that this won't be purged. Can't lose this!!

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess...

I stunned her ass and stole her shoes.

And I must say, that fairy godmother did a good job on them. My feet are very happy.

Merry Christmas to me!

So uhm, I'm really retarded and just realized that there are people here that I've missed incredibly much, but I have been so in the land of almost-depression that I didn't notice!

Hello people!

Tracey, still wearing her ball gown, headed toward Professor Dolohov's office. She knew he was probably livid- and he had every right to be. She'd been carefully guarding her thoughts around Audrik for the past few weeks, and she'd been right to do so- the look in his eyes when he separated Miles and herself at the dance was horrible.

She knocked on the door a couple of times and waited, expecting him to not answer it.

She put up a wall in her head. She was going to keep him out. And she was going to do a damn good job of it, too.

Life is wonderful.

Fuck France.

Well my fiance is home until the 16th.
I am spending as much time with him as possible.
I will try and write when I can.

If you need me, text.
If you don't have my number, ask around.
It's out there.

Tracey honestly hadn't even heard of Hipwort Hall until Miles posted it into her journal. She stared at the name, and then spent ten minutes feeling like a massive nerd as she searched her torn-to-hell first year map for the said hall.

It was luckily not really outside of her building, if she took a walkway that sometimes was not a walkway but a door that dropped straight to the ground three stories below.

Tracey grumbled as she pulled on a gray coat with a fake fur lining over her striped black and white shirt, deciding that as much as she loved that dumb boy, she'd rather brave the cold than brave possible loss of limbs for him right at that moment.

It took her about fifteen minutes to make it to his hall and find her way to his room (only after she'd asked just about everyone where the stairs were), shivering the whole way.

Tracey knocked on door 231 and waited impatiently.


OOC- thread begins here.


quote of the day from yet another troll:

I dare you to do something completely expected. Because rebellion against the expected is so commonplace that it's become the norm, and is thus expected. Are we so desperate for individualism that we need to rebel against every status quo in existence?

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I think I might transfer my credits to France and study there.
Or perhaps Italy?

It's so beautiful in Italy and France.

If you could, would you?

Once again, Tracey found herself in front of the familiar office. She had left her sneakers and her pull-over in there the other day in her happiness, and she kind of needed them back. It would look bad of him to have them in his office.

It was such a good reason to go see him out of no where.

Tracey knocked on the door, hoping that he would be inside, since it was going on ten at night. She was wearing a star-covered dark blue robe over top of a silk, knee-length nightgown that left little to the imagination, and the same fuzzy rainbow slippers that she loved so much.

She looked very unmatched but she felt extremely comfortable.

Is anyone any good at Transfiguration?