Last night was hilarious.  Headed over to this pub with some of the guys, and I saw this suspiciously dressed man over in the corner.  "Suspiciously dressed" as in wizard trying to pass as Muggle - let's just say his clothes didn't match whatsoever.  Not that Muggles have great fashion sense, or anything, but...

So I threw some Galleons at him (in retrospect, probably not the smartest thing to do, but whatever) and he blasted my martini with some sort of spell that made its colour change in cycles!  It was so funny, as he was probably trying to do some sort of defense spell that went awry, and it ended up providing me with a large quantity of amusement.  I can't wait until I'm out of Hogwarts - the whole Decree for Underage Sorcery is so annoying.  I can see where it'd be necessary for some Gryffindors whose spells would probably backfire on themselves, but...

This is shaping up to be a kick-arse summer, and I don't want to miss one moment of it.

[A/N: This morning I'm leaving on a two-week trip to a resort Up North.  I'll try to wrangle computer access in the middle somewhere... but feel free to work my character into your plots any way you want.  It'd be nice if you'd give me an idea of what's going on via commenting or e-mail (bombechic@aol.com) so I can have the backstory when I return.  Have an awesome two weeks, and don't do anything to your characters that I wouldn't do!  *wink*]

Flooed myself over to Ireland this morning to meet up with everyone.  Thank God I've escaped out of the hellhole known as my family -  even though our hotel is equally as hellish, at least there's alcohol and my mates.  And that's all a person needs, isn't it?

I can't believe Vincent and Sam broke up.  Although, I do have to say it's all for the best - what business did a Slytherin have dating a Hufflepuff, anyway?  It's a bit degrading, if you ask me.  Everyone's being really supportive of her, in the proper House manner.  And this whole Badger hunt the guys have instigated?  Fucking hilarious, if not completely necessary.

The "Unofficial Slytherin Tour of Scenic Pubs" has apparently produced an ample number of snogs, among other things.  Now that I've been filled in on the various dramas....

a) Spin-the-Vodka-Bottle?  Hell yes.

b) Draco and Loretta - didn't see that one coming, either.  Have fun, pick up some Muggle lingerie for her; summer affairs are definitely the sexiest.  Once we're out of the constraints imposed by Hogwarts...

c) Draco wandering around out of bed?  Hmm, Sam, I would have let him stay there.  And then, next morning I would have blamed it on being smashed.  Of course, at two in the morning your judgement isn't too good, right?

Well, I'm off to get plastered.  As if I'm not already.  Looks like Sobering Charms will be rather pointless on this trip...

Bummed around Diagon Alley this afternoon - had a cherry-topped ice cream at Fortescue's for lunch and then tried on robes at Gladrag's.  I bought the most beautiful rose-coloured silk one; it was more of a shift than a robe and was all summery.  Now when Mum complains that wearing Muggle clothes is improper I'll have something I don't mind wearing, at least until the thrill of new clothes wears off.

I was thinking of sending that horsey Granger girl a shrunken head, merely for my own personal amusement.  Unfortunately, just as I was turning into Knockturn Professor Sinistra waved me over from in front of Gringott's.  Damn professors - always ruining any bit of fun we might be trying to make.  I was hoping I could forget about all those incomplete star charts from last term, but apparently that's not a possiblity.  Although classes in the Astronomy Tower do have their own set of ... shall we call them "benefits"? ... it seems to me that I could just buy a lunascope and skive off lessons.  Perhaps that's next year's plan.

[OOC: From reading other RP Xangas, it seems like all the Slyths are going on trips together, etc.  Since I just got involved, I'm not part of that and therefore not touring with them, so my plot will differ from their plots.  So, if you see yourself mentioned here -- but you're really off in Europe -- completely disregard it, kk?  And have a good time doing a multi-national pub crawl.]

Made myself vomit after dinner tonight.  Subtly - pretended like I was taking a nicely scented bath, while instead I performed a Soundproofing Charm on my bathroom.  It's not like Mum would have cared, but it's nice to feel that I have control... As lately it feels everything is slipping through my fingers and there's nothing I can do about it.  It felt so good to rid myself of the trifle, and I could nearly taste its sherry as it re-entered my mouth.  Not exactly a tempting taste, but more of an undertone.  An undertone of power, but also of purification. 

Not only do I have the power over my own body, my own being, but also shedding the sherry was like shedding skin.  Leaving the last of who I used to be while the pinkish new skin of who I am is emerging.  Except, I'm not quite sure how I'm different, or how I've changed... but that's besides the point.

Although I don't make a habit of sticking a finger down my throat, by any means it wasn't a new experience.  Sometimes, after a particularly bad experience, I need to rid myself of the day's poison - and vomiting provides the perfect method.  As long as a proper Tooth-Freshening Spell is done...

The train ride home today was murder.  I've always disliked the Hogwarts Express, and today's go at it was no exception, as some childish Gryffindors threw a dungbomb in the compartment where the upper form Slytherins were.  Warrington looked like he was about to pummel them, but thank God Pansy remembered an air-freshening charm.  Trust Pansy to know something like that, although personally I think Gryffindors as a whole deserve much worse than a mere beating.  I'm sure they'll get their due in time...

Owled Mum a few days ago; she came through with the pastries.  If I have to travel via the Hogwarts Express, I'm not going to eat their inferior food.  It would be so demeaning to consume armfuls of mass-manufactured sweets.  I might as well stock up at Honeydukes if I was to do that... so Mum sent me some heavenly pastries from Le Petit Chou, just as she does every year.  Rasberry crossiants and des pains au chocolat; I'm salivating just thinking about their taste.  Well, I'm not really salivating, but you know what I mean.

It wouldn't be disasterous to go hungry on the train, as Mum and Dad take me out to a fancy resteraunt in celebration every year, but I need to keep up appearances.  And getting sent expensive pastries for the train ride certainly does that.