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Feb. 8th, 2008 @ 05:33 pm
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I have a date for the Valentine's Hogsmeade weekend.Current Mood:  pleased |
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Jan. 6th, 2008 @ 10:45 am
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Epiphany. Which means it's finally the last day of Christmas. Surely I'm not the only person who finds the whole affair frightfully stressful? Fighting my mother out of the kitchen so she doesn't try and make the turkey into a tagine, trying to persuade Nigel to eat his sprouts, having to watch where I tread because Dad has decided to use the shiny baubles from the tree to 'make a study of light' so they're strewn all over the floor, keeping Emma from screaming a billion times a day... and then there's my grandparents. Both sides, in the house at the same time on Boxing Day. Whose bright idea was that? I know our house looks like a bomb has hit it, but do we actually have to turn it into a warzone?
New Year was better. Grandma took Emma and I to a rather posh party and I helped Emma managed to sneak some champagne. Emma and champagne is an amusing combination. I think she can't remember half of what she told me that night, which is probably just as well.
Once I've taken the decorations down I have the rest of the day free to do something a bit more relaxing, like NEWT revision.Current Mood:  tired |
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Dec. 21st, 2007 @ 12:11 am
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I have spent the morning dispensing advice on make-up, clothes, and general grooming to boys that have turned into girls. Some of them even asked.Current Mood: cheerful |
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Dec. 7th, 2007 @ 12:36 am
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Oh my gosh. My mother just owled me this journal. I got it before term started but Emma somebody moved it and I didn't have time to look for it before I left because Emma managed to get herself into trouble with one of the neighbours and I had to sort all of that out. Apparently it turned up at the bottom of the washing basket. First: eww. Second: why? Third: did it really take them until December to do the washing? That has to be a new low, even for my parents. I've hit it with all the cleaning spells I can think of that wouldn't actually damage it, but I still feel like I'm going to need to wash my hands when I've finished writing in it. That will wear off in time, I hope.
Who on earth was behind this mistletoe, by the way? It was quite funny, mostly. Luckily I was only caught beneath it the once and Nigel Ketterley helped me out so I was able to avoid the attentions of the less savoury boys of the school. Oakby is disgusting. I really don't understand how he can fail so dismally to change his ways when everybody tells him how off-putting it is to leer like that. Does he think we're lying and we like it really? Odd boy.
Has everyone done their Christmas shopping yet? I did most of mine before school, but I do have a few last-minute things to buy that I couldn't find. Now I just need to find a time to wrap presents without the other girls in my dorm coming in. Maybe I should post a look-out or something.Current Mood: cheerful |
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Name: Patricia 'Patty' Stimpson
Gender: female
Date of birth*: 12th September 1977
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin
Blood status: pure. Obviously.
Physical characteristics: Patricia is slim and of medium height. She has longish brown hair that is meticulously groomed and styled at all times. Her eyes are green and her skin slightly pale. Her make-up is always impeccable if sometimes unsubtle and when not in uniform (which would always be on correctly) she wears well-cut fashionable clothes, designer if possible.
PB/Avatar: Nikki Sanderson
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