Georgia Nicolson

Well, that was only the most humiliating charm/jinx/curse/attempt-by-Hogwarts-to-ruin-my-social-life yet. What in the name of Merlin's commodious trousers was that anyway? How am I supposed to learn anything with it being the Sound of Music in here minus the lederhosen and sheep?
Well, I'm not. Which is why I didn't do half of my homework last week.

I need to start planning my outfit for Halloween; nothing like a fancy dress party to liven the spirits (and complexion).

[ooc: During the event, in a rare moment that Georgia was in the library she loudly burst into this song. Badly.]

Aside from us having to waltz around in our knickers, this has been quite a nice week, you know?

The sun is shining, and the grass is green as a green thing, and lovely birds are chirping and–


...Oh. Right, speaking of birds, Angus MAY have had a bit of a nibble in the owlery since he was covered in brown feathers (and droppings) when I saw him last. So if any of your owls are missing loads of feathers, he was probably just playing with them. Making new owly friends and all that.

Maybe they were guilty of fowl play. Ahahahaha I am très amusant, I know.


[Filtered // Unhackable by Link]

Abso-bloody-lutely brilliant night yesterday. Double cool with knobs. Link was saying something about a music festival, and I said Hogwarts didn't want us to have lives, and he said–

Well, anyway the short and the short of it is that he said he fancied me!!! Honestly!

Even Angus rolling being covered in owl poo can't ruin my mood. Although I wish he didn't like my blanket so much.

[ooc: Oh Jawjaw, you so silly. Anyone who wants their owl to have gotten clipped/maimed by Angus is totally welcome to! Filtered part is viewable to friends/associates and semi-hard to hack for everyone else.]

Quidditch match! I suppose I'll root for Hufflepuff.

I found Angus a week ago, for anyone who'd seen him. I'm gladish that he's back, but he's seemed to have the very very mistaken impression that my duvet was the place for him to get nice and dry.

[Private // Viewable to friends and associates]

So of course it has been covered in love potion and has been trying to squeeze me half to death for a week. Still have no idea how he managed to get all about the castle. How a cat as huge as him got into the music room is anyone's guess.

I FINALLY managed to hit him with a scouring charm, but not without him savaging my hand for the trouble. Thank you and good night.

[ooc: That private is very easy to hack! Have at it. Anyone in Slytherin might have noticed her spending a LOT more time in the commonroom this week until pretty late, and if you peeked into her dorm at night time, she might have been sleeping on the floor.]

The swelling for my nose from getting hit with that sodding bludger went down finally. Not that there's much difference, but at least I don't look like I have 3 cheeks.

At least the fight was semi-entertaining. If anyone needed a good duffing up, it's Amber.

[Private // Hackable]

Pooo. And merde. I really wanted to win. And not make a total FULE of myself, but apparently someone up there has it out for me. It's like my nose has it's own gravitational pull for big objects. Kind likes kind, as they say. Or whoever says. I don't know and furthermore, I don't care.


[ooc: A little backdated, Georgia's sort of miz(erable) about the Quiddy match going awry. In canon Georgia has a pretty sizable conk, but it's only semi-big for my pb. USE YOUR IMAGINATION. She's not the best at hacking, so with a bit of effort, anyone can crack it or the strike. \o]