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ZEBUL WON!


Did you see the score? Fucking 8-6.
Are we brilliant or what?

So worth the injuries.

Oh and Lendie? I'm sorry I'm going to have to cancel our plans tomorrow. The Nurse is ordering bedrest for my shoulder and ribs. Ridiculous, really. Knowing that Zebul won is balm to my soul. All injuries healed. Just like that.

We're totally going to clinch the cup this year.

I don't see why some people feel the need to have a party to celebrate their victory. 

It's excessive and pretty pointless, since it was probably a stroke of luck which isn't ever going to repeat itself again.




And whoever left these and this note on my door? I'm sorry that you so desperately want my attention and are resorting to such childish means. Perhaps if you make an appointment I can arrange a special disciplining session, which you so obviously desire, just for you.

The point of this ball is to build relationships amongst the student body. It is to prove that magical abilities and family history aside, we are all still human, and it is entirely possible to befriend anyone else as long as you look past the surface.

Can someone please enlighten me as to how a masquerade of all things is supposed to foster relations? If you have to hide behind a mask to make friends, what does that even say about you?

This is such a farce.

And they even made it mandatory. Great.

The Daily Tribune is fucking depressing. It's the same news everyday, over and over again.


And the cherry on top? The weather's starting to turn cold again. Idris seriously needs a better heating system. I'm freezing my bits off.

Well that was a wonderful break.




Normalcy and peace, apparently, are two concepts that do not exist in the magical world.

Whoever the fuck it was that put up posters of me all around the school?

You're fucking dead.

Vik, I'm not attending classes. Don't bother looking for me.

So terribly sorry to all of you who lost money because you didn't bet on me. Except, not really.

Your own loss. I mean, Reilly, seriously?




Vicky, let's go for dinner. My treat. Your pick.

To My Dearest Secret Admirer (whoever you may be)

Thank you for the lovely cookies, the sheet music for the Beach Boys' song I Can Hear Music as well as the lovely notes you've left me. I enjoyed them very much indeed. I would obviously, like very much to be able to thank you in person. But since that is out of the question, I can only resort to this. Which is a highly inadequate method of conveying my gratitude.

I understand that you might have your own reasons for not wanting to reveal yourself to me, but I hope none of those aforementioned reasons include being afraid of my reaction. Because that would be extremely silly. I would hardly be cross with someone who obviously has put so much effort into all these gifts.

Yours sincerely,
Alec.

In my awfully long life I've seen many people dying. I've seen important people dying. But important people committing suicide? That simply doesn't add up.

And the bloody treaty is due for renewal. What a strangely timely death.

I don't care if predicted polls say this new Prime Minister wannabe is popular. I don't like his face.

Oh yes, lover boy. Apparently it seems you owe me a date. And you don't even get to complain because you were stupid enough to put it up as a prize. You literally asked for it.

Why the fuck am I called Romeo of all things?

And for those who give a shit, Viktor and I went off to Munich to get away from the crazy. Not that it matters. Last I checked, mates like to hang out. And it's not illegal.

And Munich was GREAT. Thanks for asking.







And Dickhead? Do your own homework.

You're fucking kidding me.

Has the animal humpage on the school grounds made everyone hornier?

Because I was walking (innocently, I might add) around the grounds and then there were two third year brats running down the corridors yelling that they were taking bets on whatshisname snogging whatsherface?

...apparently our Headboy is on the list too?




At least you can't doubt that we're in highschool.



And bad news for Swordplay members. Those of you who have been ditching practice? NOT ON. Stop doing it. 
Fuck Marston for making me do this

Attendance is actually going to be taken now.

It's interesting to note how deluded some people can be. 

Star at Blitzball, really? I'd like to see that happening.

Speaking of Blitzball, did anyone see the new Bolt v5.6 in QBS? Fuck, I want one of those. Shield propulsions? How cool is that?




And girls? What's all this fussing about your looks? Don't they say something for this? Like... confidence is the key? Something?

You'd think with all the magic in this place they could keep the cold out. But no. I'm still freezing my bits off with this darn weather all the time.




And WHAT THE HECK?

School hasn't even started officially and Zebul is ALREADY in a deficit. 
-5 points, wasn't it? the last I checked?



...it's good to know at least some things won't change.