| A Very Important Message! |
[Nov. 2nd, 2008|10:37 pm] |
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Oh now wait a moment! Wait just a moment, all you living and have-lived-previously! The days go on, but what has been remembered this past weekend? Better put, what has been forgotten!
My Death Day has passed!
A travesty! The utter shame of it all! To let the day pass unmarked! To let it wither without considering its true importance!
Me, of course! Why, my death! Surely you would not deny me my one moment of truly terrific brutality and glory, would you? A gala! A party! I shall throw a party! Ghosts only, of course, no mortals allowed. Sorry, my lovelies, but propriety first, after all! |
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[Jul. 21st, 2008|12:42 am] |
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Did I just see a head go by my window?
Would someone care to explain this to me? |
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| it's a lie, it's a lie |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|07:44 am] |
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The articles written by Rita Skeeter do not accurately depict the horrors she so claims to be "truthfully" reporting upon. Her journalistic methods are despicable and she makes a mockery of honesty. I advise you all not to pay heed to the things she writes - it is of my belief that she could be bought out with the very smallest of means.
Libel and gossip should never be taken as news.
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| a story |
[Nov. 11th, 2007|10:48 pm] |
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We're in November now? How time flies when you're doing nothing at all. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2007|09:12 pm] |
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Happy fucking Halloween. |
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| a bedtime story |
[Oct. 21st, 2007|01:38 am] |
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( Abime Delame )
There was a doctor once who tried to weigh the human soul. He placed dying men and women on scales and waited for the consumption to finally take them away, and once they passed on he watched to see if the scale moved.
As it turns out, the human soul weights about as much as a big toe.
Once the supply of patients with tuberculosis waned he moved on to dogs. Unfortunately since the dogs were not dying this doctor had to kill them himself - I believe it was poison that did the trick. He killed many, many dogs, but there was no change in weight on the scale. His conclusion?
Dogs have no souls.
Many dispute his findings and condemn him for animal cruelty. Some asked if he could replicate his experiments, or that they might see his scales for themselves. The doctor declined to make his experiments public. |
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| sorry sorry sorry |
[Aug. 23rd, 2007|05:04 pm] |
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I feel like I've written this before, but....
Has anyone seen my pantaloons? Cannions? Breeches? ...Trousers, for all you younger people? They're grey, usually seen on my body, um...stylish about, say, four hundred years ago? If you do know where they are, or have seen a devious little ghost puppy (who will no longer be allowed in my quarters), please tell me.
Until I find them I'm being forced to do the unthinkable and wear something unconventional. No Englishman should ever show his legs. Ever. I apologise profusely in advance for my knobbly knees and promise to keep as close to the ground as possible for fear of blinding someone. |
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| It's like night and day |
[Jun. 12th, 2007|01:45 pm] |
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Not that you were all desperately concerned, but I found my hat. The feather is completely ruined though. Ah well. It's just a plume, the hat still works well without it. |
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[May. 29th, 2007|03:46 pm] |
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Gryffindors, how about not disgracing yourselves for three seconds so we can earn some bloody house points? |
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| Break another little bit of my heart now, darling |
[May. 9th, 2007|06:17 pm] |
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More news on the Ghost Council! According to unnamed sources it'll be held in Edinburgh this year, though when and who will be attending is still fairly hush-hush. Honestly though, what sort of big news does the council need to get together to discuss?
Here's hoping none of us get invited. This sort of thing is never pleasant. All sitting and listening and trying to see eye-to-eye with stubborn ghosts that think change is a horrible, horrible thing that should be avoided at all costs.
Can you tell that I'm not a fan of the Ghost Councils?
By the way, Gryffindors, you're behind the Slytherin in house points. How did this happen? Stop getting yourselves into trouble so we can win, thank-you-very-much. |
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