| October 2, 1997 |
[02 Aug 2009|11:46am] |
Because it seems no ones commented on it yet, I'll be the first. The other night was certainly interesting. Though I'd suspect Lovegood to have unfortunately survived the punishment I suppose it's only appropriate to solidify a congratulations to Greg and Vince. Your extra credit certainly seemed to turn out well, Boys. I hear the Ravenclaw will be in the infirmary much longer than Longbottom was in the beginning of term.
In other news my cat's claimed someone's left glove for himself. If you're the owner of a Manonia brand, black, leather glove...I've left it in the common room on the mantel. The only reason you get a warning is because I know this particular brand runs for near 15galleons a set. Be aware, however, that should Cat get a hold of it again I'll be rewarding it to him as a gift.
( Ward to Self )
M. Bulstrode.
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| October 30, 1997 |
[30 Jun 2009|09:10pm] |
I don't remember third years crying so much. If you're going to be stupid enough to pull a prank the night before Halloween at least man up and accept the consequences. Trying to replicate the shite paint job demonstrated yesterday before curfew even starts is just asking for a right good comeuppance. Besides, it was only a few laceration hex. It's not like you were punished with the removal of your fingers and the agonizing trouble that comes with growing them back.
Just stop being idiots - it's that simple.
[Ward to Self]
In other news my father's arranged to "visit" next week. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. Not that I really have any say on the matter. I just hope it's nothing too ridiculously interrupting.
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- M. Bulstrode
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| October 11, 1997 |
[11 Jun 2009|02:23pm] |
I met with Professor Alecto Carrow this afternoon to retrieve my Inquisitorial Squad badge and other such information. She's certainly an inter a delightful individual outside of the classroom. I advise everyone strike up a conversation with her in your free time.
( Ward Private )
- M. Bulstrode.
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| September 19, 1997 |
[19 May 2009|11:52am] |
Well, yesterdays lesson wasn't as terrible as a number of people thought it'd be. The Northern Mountain Pixie I brought in died an hour after lessons. Cat got into the cage and ate it. Wouldn't necessarily say it was a shame considering I didn't have to dispose of it myself.
In other news, if you own a yellow eyed barn owl with a distinguishing white talon amongst it's black ones I suggest you keep it caged. The damn thing keeps following me around delivering twine, twigs, and crumpled pieces of parchment. The next time I see it I'm going to burry it in the ground alive - I promise.
Great Hate,
M. Bulstrode.
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