Every year. Every shagging year I say that I won't do it. That last year was the last year. And every year she tricks me. Somehow guilts me into it, or otherwise manipulates me. Orla, I mean it. This is the LAST TIME! Between her and Mam, I think I've no control over my own life. Even when I think I'm making a choice for meself...I reckon they just tricked me into thinking that way. Bleeding birds.

Anyhow, found a costume. Not overly thri- I'd tell you what it all is, but then where will the element of surprise be, so?

How is it that I'm hungry again? Honestly. Just got in from Quidditch after dinner and I've still got a mouth on me.

Buggering feck, I've still got loads to finish for classes tomorrow. Bleeding essays and the like.

( Hexed to Orla )