Feb 28

“Personally, I play word association enough at the yearly psych evaluations. Dog-cat, big-small, and ten opposites later, I’m getting a prescription for Prozac.”

Feb 28

137.

Feb 28

“I’ve never done this before. I might be bad at it–-” He was cut off by the sudden presence of her lips on his, and he responded naturally, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer and kissing her back.

“Yeah? Could’ve fooled me.”

Feb 27

“Can we...” His hands made a gesture mid-air, trying to make up for the fact that he had apparently forgotten how to speak coherently.

“Talk?”

Feb 27

136.

Feb 27

“Can’t I just take my broom?” Harry asked.

“To Finland?” Snape asked derisively. “Across the North Sea . . . in winter no less? NO.”

“How about my bike-”

“NO. You will take Muggle transportation.”

Feb 26

“I’m not really here; I’m a figment of your imagination.”

Feb 26

135.

Feb 26

“If you drink heavily this all makes perfect sense, really.”

Feb 25

It’s as if Michelangelo’s David came down off his pedestal and said “Hi I’m David. How do you like Italy?”

Feb 25

134.

Feb 25

DEATH to that construction worker!!!! If looks could kill, he would have been splattered on the pavement at about: "So many nights, I have stood CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG......”

Feb 24

Jiggered. This is not my word, I don’t have to define it.

Feb 24

133.

Feb 24

Anyway, I was awake, my shoulder hurt, my arm itself hurt, some other little random places, including and especially my lip hurt, I had a headache, and I smelled of minty healing goodness. My mouth also tasted kind of coppery. It’s probably a rather damning indication of how accident-prone I am that none of this bothered me.

Feb 23

One of the Slytherin beaters shot a dirty look toward us Gryffindors in the stands, which we, of course, responded to with jeers, rude hand gestures, and insults about his mother.

Feb 23

132.

Feb 23

“It’s hard to be cruel to them.”
“No, it isn’t.”

Feb 22

“There’s been a shortage of screaming around here lately. A bit too quiet really.”

Feb 22

131.

Feb 22

Marius was once more speechless. Courfeyrac found this intensely entertaining, and decided that his main entertainment of the day would be to see how many times he could make Marius flabbergasted with shock and/or horror. Marius had the strangest, most indignant facial expression when he was speechless and it diverted Courfeyrac to no end.

Feb 21

Nothing suggests imminent doom quite like a bouquet of roses mere inches from one’s face.

Feb 21

130.

Feb 21

“You know what I mean.”
“Rarely.”

Feb 20

Lustful thoughts and bacon should not be combined. It’s just one of the basic truths of the universe.

Feb 20

129.

Feb 20

Of course, I didn’t even have a cloak, but it’s hardly surprising that Snape managed to completely and entirely not give anything even faintly resembling a damn

Feb 19

I honestly think I am going mad with grief. Because Severus Snape would never, ever partake in anything that even vaguely resembled a victory dance. Maybe the floor was covered in pushpins and he had to jump up and down manically to avoid severe and possibly permanent damage to his feet. But that does not begin to explain why he was moving his arms. Or wearing an expression of what was unmistakably triumph. Perhaps he is even more troubled than I.

Feb 19

128.

Feb 19

Have just been hit with full-fledged ‘defy-me-and-I’ll-pickle-your-brain-and-display-it-in-a-jar-in-my-office’ sneer. Must find balm.

Feb 18

You know, there’s nothing quite as utterly satisfying as tracing the word ‘DIE’ about twelve times, cackling maniacally all the while.

Feb 18

127.

Feb 18

Someone just kill me. Please. Or him. Yes. Kill him instead. You’ll probably get a Special Services To The School award if you do.

Feb 17

But the glaring really has to stop. Snape needs an alternate way to express his emotions. Or a psychiatrist. Or both.

Feb 17

126.

Feb 17

"If the Weasley twins fix all the telescopes to Uranus again, I’m giving out detentions."

Feb 16

I still laugh about that. It was truly one of the highlights of my life. Which, I suppose, means that my life is quite devoid of highlights.

Feb 16

125.

Feb 16

Call me crazy, but anyone who greets you with ‘May you travel gaily on the broken rainbow panels of your life; may you never experience the sour taste of anguish’ when you first meet has something wrong with them, sanity-wise.

Feb 15

I’m having a terrible day and if you continue to make it worse I’ll rip out your rib cage with my bare hands and use it as umbrella.

Feb 15

124.

Feb 15

“Well we’ve got to be going. Things to do, places to see, people to murder...”

Feb 14

Sirius thinks everything is funny. I mean how many people crack up while buttering toast in the mornings because it’s just so amusing.

Feb 14

123.

Feb 14

"See that? That flying shoe shaped object? Out that window? Yep, that was my sanity leaving, and it may never come back."

Feb 13

“Not going to pass out just yet, Evans.” I took his answer, put it through my handy dandy Potter B.S. Translator, and I figured out that he really meant he’d be passing out any minute now.

Feb 13

122.

Feb 13

This was it. It was incredibly idiotic, and bordering on the line of moronic, even. It had crossed the line of stupidity long, long ago, and was now happily residing in a land which at any other time would have landed her in the loony hospital. There was not a word in the English language that could describe her absolute damned daftness adequately. She could hear every professor in the academy for Aurors scolding her for her utmost confounded logic. The plan was very much worthless. Unwise, rash, and foolhardy. And there was a very, very high chance of death.

Feb 12

“Hullo there, chap.” Lily grinned.
The DE gave her a suggestive leer as he ran his eyes up and down her figure. Lily mentally grimaced, but gave him a sultry, beckoning pout.
“I’m sorry, but it seems that I’ve…” She gave an exaggerated, seductive wink, “…lost my way. I don’t suppose that you’d help me find it, would you?” Lily gritted her teeth, feeling very much like a piece of meat.
“Well?” She purred, as she slinked up to him so that they were barely inches apart.
The Death Eater’s breathing grew faster as she draped her hands across his neck. He smirked at her expectantly.
Lily smiled back, and then his eyes grew wide with surprise and he slumped into her arms, unconscious. Lily released the pressure points and looked disdainfully at the man that lay before her.
The redheaded witch snorted. “That’s what you get for being a chauvinistic, perverted male pig.”

Feb 12

121.

Feb 12

“What about procedure?”

“Damn procedure.”

Feb 11

“Hey! I haven’t done anything!”

“Yes. In the past five minutes, anyway.”

Feb 11

120.

Feb 11

“You know I hate that detestable little nickname.”

“Thus the basis of its appeal.”

Feb 10

“I’m not laughing like a lunatic!”
Unfortunately, her argument was rendered unconvincing by the fact that she was laughing like a lunatic.

Feb 10

119.

Feb 10

“We’re supposed to help decorate the castle today, don’t you remember?” Oh. Right. That. . . . He was drawing a complete blank.

Feb 9

Damn.
Shit.
Bloody fucking hell.
(It was the sort of situation for which extravagant swearing was downright required.)

Feb 9

118.

Feb 9

“Fancying,” Ron scoffed. “Yeah, okay. I’d fancy pushing her into the lake, more like.”

“Quite the excellent boyfriend, aren’t you?” Hermione observed dryly.
He was struck by a sudden nervous pang at this; it seemed unlikely that Hermione would ever agree to go out with him, were she to be under the impression that he was the kind of guy who wanted dearly to shove his girlfriends into large bodies of water.

Feb 8

He’d look much better, Ron concluded, with a couple of teeth knocked out. And, really, in addition to the teeth, he’d probably be able to pull off a black eye well. Come to think of it, his whole head was a bit unseemly; decapitation suddenly held an undeniable allure.

Feb 8

117.

Feb 8

Yeah, he’d probably be doing the world a favour, really – a great big favour – he and Harry could become a sort of beloved duo in the Wizarding World, even! The Boy Who Lived and The Boy Who Killed The Boy Who Never Shut His Bloody Mouth Even Though He Damn Well Would If He Knew What Was Good For Him.

Feb 7

Ron didn’t punch him. It felt a very notable feat.

Feb 7

116.

Feb 7

“Would you rather we traded insults? I thought of a few I didn’t use last night.”

Feb 6

“It’d be rather redundant to ask you if you were drunk, wouldn’t it?”

Feb 6

115.

Feb 6

“Shut up.”

“Your overwhelming politeness staggers me.”

“As it does everyone.”

Feb 5

“Did you fall?” James grunted in reply. “Let me help you up.”

“No, thanks. I—I like it here. The floor’s cooler.”

Feb 5

114.

Feb 5

“I don’t think so. You can’t even walk.”

“Yes I can. I’m relaxing!”

“On the floor.”

Feb 4

“Do you want my opinion?”

“If I say no, will you still tell me?”

“Of course, but I wanted you to feel you still had a choice in the matter.”

“I never do.”

Feb 4

113.

Feb 4

“It’s his own damn fault he’s an arse.”

“He’s not an— he’s not anything having to do with the posterior.”

Feb 3

“So, you’re saying that you weren’t taught how to do a cleaning spell, so you manage to find ways to make other people do it for you.”

“It’s not as manipulative as you’re making it out to be.”

Feb 3

112.

Feb 3

Muttering curse words under his breath that neither made sense nor had much purpose…

Feb 2

“Why are you getting so defensive?”

“I’m not defensive.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“What are you doing right now? Defending.”

“I am not— look, what else am I supposed to say when you accuse me of being defensive?”

“Admit that you are being defensive.”

Feb 2

111.

Feb 2

“Of all the things that have been said among my acquaintances and rivals of me, ‘Sirius Black is cold-hearted’ is not one of them.”

“But ‘Sirius Black is a lying, cheating bastard’ is.”

Feb 1

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck and threw him a discreet look that had become their signal for ‘Help me’.
James, however, was curious, and therefore chose not to notice.

Feb 1

110.

Feb 1

“I will let you in on a secret. One that most men never hear in their lives. The secret is: You don’t always have to be stereotypically male. Holding hands and hugging are normal. Crying is not bad. And pink is ok. Pink is not a girl colour. It is a fusion of red and white that is very becoming to dark features, and would in fact go very nicely with your dark hair and tanned skin.”