donttelldaddy: ([Asuka] Fight!)
[Filtered to Slytherin, addressed to the team]

Listen. Georgia, Eridan, the two of you especially, you're both embarrassments. I do not care if you hate each other, I do not care about your heritage, I care about winning the Quidditch Cup. So I except you to keep yourselves together. After the weekend, do as you please, but you will behave as adults when you are on the pitch. If we lose because you're too childish to play nice, the rest of the year will be very long and painful for the both of you, I promise.

That goes for everyone.

Don't let the fiasco at the memorial drag down your performance. Whether you have Muggle parents, or you're being blamed and glared at in the hallways. We're better than that, and we're stronger than that, if not being liked was something worth quitting over, we would have done so months ago. If the rest of the school wants to blame Slytherin, let them. Their anger will make them reckless.

[Private - Georgia and Dave]

Are the two of you alright? If there's anything I can do for you, please let me know.
donttelldaddy: (Stripping)
Hello, Hogwarts! Some rotten snake's told me that there's mischief afoot, and so, I thought that it it would be a lovely time for a new game.

It's called,

Which Hogwarts Professor is Sleeping With Students?

And it's simple, really, all you have to do is take a guess. The winner gets ten galleons right out of my pocket, and if they so desire, they can come with me while I turn the person in. I may throw in some chocolate.

First person right wins, so you'd better hurry.
donttelldaddy: (Distress! Screaming!)
It has been brought to my attention that the counselors don't appear to be doing a single thing about this.

I mean, they're looking. But all I've found is a snapped twig, and it's still more than their combined efforts have managed to scrounge up! One of those witless apes wrote me a song about salami as a consolation. I was not consoled.

Does anyone know the name of the nearest wizarding paper? I'm sending them an owl. When the people in charge here have reporters and lawyers knocking down their cabin doors, maybe they'll be more likely to actually do something.

One way or another, I'm burning this place to the ground.
donttelldaddy: (She's pissed now)
JULES!

Where did you scurry off to, you lying, stupid, interfering imbecile?

We need to talk. It would be in your best interest if we did so in public. Because I haven't yet decided if you deserve a hex, or a thank you.
donttelldaddy: (Gonna get you)
I for one am eager to finish my exams and get out of here. I miss Monaco. And my father. He hasn't written in a while, I imagine things are busy with the Death Eaters out and about. The moment I get back, I'm going to find him.

And dear Lord, Alfred, if you were any dumber, you would forget to breathe and die. I am embarrassed for you.

((ooc: The strike is very neatly and completely blacked out, but you could have seen it before she finished. Or, notice that it was so deliberately stricken, and so it must be a secret. Whatever. XD))

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