August 4th, 2004
Bloody hell, I've got bruises all over my left side now. And on my face. In fact, I think I look worse than I did when I went into the Hospital Wing last time. And no, you do not need to know what's going on, you idiotic gossips, so don't even bother asking me what happened because I wont tell.
On the upside, I burned the damned card. It was kind of funny actually - the stupid little flowers on it started flailing around frantically and they were trying to scream and sing that stupid little tune at the same time.
Current Mood: annoyed
Serves ya right, eejit. Whatever happened.
Wouldn't you like to know? I could demonstrate on you. Or, you could go throw yourself down a flight of stairs - it would have about the same effect and saves me the trouble of getting up.
You demonstrate on me? That's fecking hilarious, Zabini...I'm shakin' in my boots. How tall are you? 5'2"?
Again, I suggest throwing yourself down a flight of stairs. Saves us all a lot of trouble and annoyance.
You must pardon me for robbing you of your 4 inches.
No, but thank you...that's yer own hobby. Madame Pompfrey is gonna know you by name soon enough.
Four inches make a big difference.
I have no intention of there being a repeat performance of this.
I'm sure a well-placed healing charm would get rid of those unsightly bruises.
Wherever they came from.
My goodness. Thank you for the terribly obvious "helpful" advice. Don't you think I've tried that already?
Well, if you failed, you could always go to Madam Pomfrey. If you can stand to tell her where you got them, of course.
Like I'm going to explain that.
Touchy, aren't you?
Well, if you're not going to do that, then you'll just have to deal with unsightly bruises damaging your perfect visage.
I'm no woman, Smith. I don't care if I have bruises on my face - I care that I'm sore and that bruises hurt. Although, I've dealt with that, so really it doesn't matter at all at this point.
Ah, whatever. It just appeared as much, from all of the complaining.
I envite you to join Seamus in throwing yourself down the stairs and then talk about how you feel. Besides, it's my journal. What the hell else do you expect me to talk about?
I won't be joining Finnigan in anything, thank you.
However, you do make a good point. I urge you, in fact, to talk about the bruises of mysterious origin all you want.
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Awww, why not?
...It's not like I feel the need to rant at length about the damned bruises. You make it sound like I'm obsessed.
You know as well as I do that the act of joining Finnigan in any sort of activity would be as enjoyable as something along the lines of...well, throwing oneself down a few flights of stairs.
Oh, not at all. Just saying that if you wanted to, you could. I never implied that you wanted to.
Hence the reason I encouraged you to join Finnigan. The less you enjoy it, the more amused I am.
Well, of course I could. It's not like I needed your permission or approval.
I'm sorry to say that you make a good point. But I'd rather just toss him down the stairs. Do everybody a favor.
Everyone needs my approval and you know it. Right.
That's always an option too. Either way, I'm amused.
You seem to have a rather inflated sense of importance there, Smith.
You see? The world would just be a better place if someone tossed him down the stairs. And my way, I don't get hurt and I get the satisfaction of being the one who did it.
Yes, yes I do. Because you don't, too?
You almost have a point there...
Of course not. My sense of self importance is exactly proportional.
Alright. You think that. Good for you.
Well, it wouldn't do to agree with you completely.
I do think that. And yes, good for me. So glad you agree.
Oh, well, god forbid.
Another little scraper? How many of you all are there that have nothing better to do than fight?
You're friends with Snape, aren't you? I fear to see what he's done with my bus. That's all right. I picked him up another gift today.
I have many better things to do than fight. This was...dealing with old issues. Besides, it's none of your business. I also have better things to do than talk with a Weasley.
And no, I'm not friends with Professor Snape.
Talk with a Weasley? I can see why someone took a poke at you if that's your best sunny face. Come on now. You can do better than that. Even a little kid like you has to have a better insult in them.
Wonder if I can talk him into giving you some detention for me then...
You'll have to forgive me. I'm feeling a bit under the weather right now. (That and I don't care that much.)
I doubt it. I'm in his house after all.
Well, I'll consider forgiving you just this once. Perhaps tomorrow you'll be better at it.
That could be all the more reason for him to.