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Thursday, September 28th, 2006
5:32 pm
Well, well. We've all been busy little bees, haven't we?

I know I haven't been around lately but you know how it is. Busy with school work and all. Who knows, maybe I'll end up taking up a career as the next Hogwarts professor. It might even be fun teaching children.

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Tuesday, August 29th, 2006
12:40 am
I apologize to the Weasley twins for having missed out on the biggest bash of the year. I was, unfortunately, stuck in Monte Carlo showing mothers newest husband around. Not that it matters how much of it he sees. I promise to make it up to them.

I must confess, I've missed the sweet homely feeling of Hogwarts and the sweet homely feeling of Hogwarts student bodies. I hope to find everyone in good spirits.

Get ready, seventh years! This is going to be the best year of our lives.

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Wednesday, July 5th, 2006
1:53 pm - Open Journal
I'm very sorry to say I haven't been in touch with anybody. The summer has been quite eventful for me. At the moment I've just left Italy and I'm on my way to Greece for a few days. Should anybody care to join me may owl me and I'll sent one of mothers private jets to pick you up with what ever your hearts desire.

It was absolutely hectic here last night. Apparantly Italy's football team won over Germany in the semi finals of something called FIFA. You couldn't imagine the large amount of drunken men and women partying in the streets. I met a handsome man named Julio and his twin sister Lilianna. Quite the charming pair if you ask me.

Daphne, would you care to join me in Greece?

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Sunday, May 28th, 2006
9:34 pm - Open Journal.
I'd like to apologize for the burst of poetry reciting. It was all for the love of Won Won but it didn't get me in his pants. I suppose it was all done in vain.
Maybe I could write a poem about that.


OrnotbecauseherecomesMoragatmewithherwand!

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Wednesday, April 19th, 2006
5:49 pm
Who: Open
Type: Journal
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So Potter is back to normal now. Pity, it was hilarious when he tried insulting our dear Pansy and she hexed him pretty bad. I know it wasn't funny for you Pansy but you have to admit, if it weren't you he were bothering you'd be laughing hysterically.

That essay Snape assigned to us is ridiculously long! Three feet on how asphodel in an infusion of wormword; alerian roots and sopophorous bean is brewed to make the Draught of Living Death? I think I may need another private lesson Professor.

current mood: chipper

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Sunday, April 16th, 2006
6:40 pm
Who: Severus Snape
Type: Action
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Professor, I need help with that potion you assigned for us the other day.

Do you mind shagging helping me?

current mood: horny

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Saturday, April 1st, 2006
11:02 am
Who: Open
Type: Journal

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Alright Draco. You've convinced me to get one of these ridiculous contrapments. Where's my reward? If you lied, I'm going to have to do wicked things to you in your sleep  your hair products.

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10:59 am - OOC POST
Any and all posts following this are part of Impropriety Take 2 and have no connection to previous posts.

Please disregard any previous posts, plots and character build up.

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Thursday, March 2nd, 2006
8:10 pm
Yes Ronald. We are jealous that you're going to grow older and more wrinkly faster than the rest of us.

And by nightmares you mean wank to daily and regularly.

Enjoy the gifts Ronald. I know Hermione will!

Now, where's the liquor rumour has promised us for Ron's birthday bash? Because I am so ready to party hardy.

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Tuesday, February 14th, 2006
8:03 pm
Blaise was currently in a state. A drunken state that is. He was wearing a short bob wig the colour of cappiccino and thick dark make up. He had a dark plume backless dress on and a pair of gorgeous leather strapped heels.

You could say it was a crisis.

He was trying to be all cheery and smiles for Valentine's Day but he found it to be all rubbish. He did manage to lure a few bodies for a quick snog and shag before he put on the dress. He wasn't really enjoying all the love and cheeriness. He'd managed to hex a few love fairies and cupids on his way back to his room.

Blaise walked into his room and straight to his trunk where he kept a hidden stash. Only his stash wasn't there anymore.

"Morag!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yes. It was definitally a bad day.

current mood: tipsy

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Saturday, February 11th, 2006
10:25 am - Blaise's Diary
I've been sending her owls. Everyday now. Everyday they return unopened. I don't know whether she ever receives them and sends them away or the wards of her Manor repels the owls away.

Damnit, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Her letter... it seemed different. It didn't sound like her. She would never admit such a thing in a letter. Someone had to have forced her. It wasn't her. She's so innocent. So pure. How do I get her back?

What the hell am I supposed to do now?? If I don't have her, who the fuck do I have? Draco is absorbed with his fiance and baby. Pansy and Millicent are always out doing Merlin knows what. I barely see Pansy anymore. I've never been close to Theo. And dear Morag. We have never seen eye to eye on anything but she understands. Her position on him is as unclear as mine. My family has never been in his service as I've never had a father long enough to follow but the time grows near... My time grows near and I have to choose. Do I even get a choice? Would I see her at long last if I make that choice?

I need a fucking drink. Merlin, all I've been needing these few days is a fucking drink. I can't even tell if I'm sober right now.

Valentine's day is nearing. I will not wallow in self-pity and loss. I'll be fucking some few nameless faces that day. Woo hoo. A day of courting and fucking. There are a few students whom I haven't had a chance to shag yet. I suppose I'll be spending all day looking for a good fuck.

....

Is this what she meant when I would ignore her for someone else's body?

current mood: confused

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Thursday, February 9th, 2006
10:53 pm - Fucking Valentine's day
I fucking hate Valentine's Day. It can go fuck some sort of inatimate object with sharp poisonous edges and die a slow painful righteous death.

That's right. I hate it. I don't normally hate it but now I fucking hate it.

I want my fucking Daphne back.

Fuck Valentine's day. Fuck love spells. Fuck sexy linguire. Fuck confetti. Fuck big plush fluffy animals. Fuck roses. Fuck chocolate body paint. Fuck love songs. Fuck it all.


I need a fucking bottle of fire whiskey. I know Daphne stashed one somewhere. Fuck!

current mood: pissed off

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Saturday, January 28th, 2006
12:44 pm - In Blaise's room

Blaise was seated at his desk working on yesterdays homework. He wanted to get it all out of the way so he could head out to Hogsmeade with everybody else and if possible, sneak floo over to Daphne's. He still hadn't gotten a reply yet and he was a little annoyed. She was ignoring him again and he really didn't like that. Of course Daphne knows that but merlin knows she loves to push his buttons. Blaise smiled lightly to himself when he heard banging on his door. Frowning, he got up to open a mouthful of profanities at whatever second year dared to disturb him.

"What do you want?" he spat at the small boy, Marston, or something close to that.
"You have an owl Zambini." the younger boy sneered and the bird flew in past Blaise's head to settle on his desk.
"I don't like your attitude. Change it." Blaise mumbled a hex and closed the door on pained screams.
"Gods, second years, they get ruder and ruder every year. I swear we weren't like that when we were their age." he said to himself. He looked at the script on the envelope. Daphne! He quickly ripped open the envelope and stood by his desk to read


Blaise darling, I have to make this quick but if my Father catchs your owl here.... things will not be good for me or you once he discovers who the owl came from.

Blaise frowned, why would her father care about a stupid owl? He knew her father liked him, he never had a problem with his owls or coming over.

You at least deserve a full explanation though.....

He smiled to himself. Finally, an explanation to her delayed reply. He read on.

Oh darling I know you are in denial but deep down I think you know what happened..... This was my only choice....... My Father said he would completely disown me if I were not to take the Mark...... but it is the only way.

Denial? Ridiculous. What is she trying to say? What does she mean only choice? Disown? She can't be serious. Right? His hands trembled and he continued reading.

.....Somedays I miss Hogwarts more than anything. I cry myself to sleep some nights wishing I could just see you again..... I do regret what I did to a point, but he said some words.... there were other ways.....

His chest tightened slightly. He wanted so very much to hold her. Regret? Why couldn't she just come back? There were other ways.

As he read on, he read her explanation about the Death Eater meetings and the vulgarness of it all. He felt his heart swell with pressure and his chest tighten but he wasn't sure anything could prepare him for the next part.

.....I took the Mark..... kidnap Draco for Lucius Malfoy..... and if I am still alive...... I loved you more than anyone else, Blaise.....

No no nononononononono...
He chanted silently to himself. I love you too. I love you too. None of this is true. None of this can be real.

.....You have so much amazing potential, darling......  don't blame yourself......  I wanted to keep you away from it all. You don't desereve to see....  receive the Mark. To prove my loyalty.....maybe one day....

I will always love you, Blaise, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

Blaise didn't know he was crying until his vision blurred and when he went to rub his eyes, his hands came away wet. His cheeks were warm and wet with tears. His legs trembled as he slowly sank to the floor, breath shaking and heart breaking. He gulped in sharp painful breaths, face drowned in sorrow. He sobbed his silent understanding into the stone cold floor, finally coming in contact with what he'd been spending weeks trying to deny. Trying to excuse. It was all true. She wasn't coming back.

Ever.

And he never got to say I love you.

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Friday, January 20th, 2006
11:17 pm - In the dungeon corridors...
Blaise was rushing back from the owlery to make it back to his dorm before getting caught out after curfew. He rounded the corner to the dungeons when he collided into a solid tall body.

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Monday, January 16th, 2006
3:12 pm - In Blaise's room
It's been days since Blaise had gone to see how Draco was doing after the kidnapping and horrific beating. He couldn't bear to go back and look at what Daphne- no, what someone did to Draco. He couldn't understand. He spent days in his dorm room refusing to leave, except for the occasional late trip to the Great Hall for supper. Everything reminded him of Daphne. He started sleeping on the floor because his bed was a reminder of all the time they spent there. Her perfume lingered around their sleeping area and he just couldn't sleep there alone.

Inside he refused to believe the truth about her. There just wasn't enough proof. Why should he believe that Luna had seen her through a mere connection of a bracelet? Or that Draco himself had seen her. There were logical reasons they had seen her. Polyjuice, imperious, but it was not her.

He would have seen her mark sometime and he would have known. But Theo's words creeped into his mind. 'Have you seen her bare arm since hols? I imagine that's when she was marked...' Well, no, he hadn't but he knew Daphne’s body as well as he knew his own. He never ever saw the Mark. Blaise reluctantly remembered she had cried out in pain when he physically confronted her outside the Great Hall last week. They roughly shagged in the corridor but it wasn't because her Mark was burning. No, not at all.

The fact that she'd been now missing since the kidnapping had nothing to do with things. And Daphne had nothing to do with the fact that Lavender was sick, or apparantly poisened. It was all coincidence. Right?

Blaise struggled hard with these thoughts. He knew Daphne. He knew her and he knew it wasn't her. It wasn't. It was a horrible mistake. He'll prove it somehow and then they'll all feel terrible for blaming her. She would never do such a thing. She would have told him. She would. He knew her and it was all a mistake. He would write to her and she would reply, explaining that she's ill and recuperating at home. Then they would both laugh at how ridiculous it was for her to be a Death Eater. She'd come back to school and they'd continue their exercises. Yes, that's it. He'll owl her and this will all get sorted.

Satisfied with himself, Blaise wearily made his way to the end of his bed and lay down on the cold stones to sleep.

current mood: tired

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Sunday, January 8th, 2006
8:11 pm - In the Great Hall
Blaise entered to Great Hall with several fellow Slytherins. They approached their House table to sit for supper, laughing about the second years they frightened into crying for standing in their way. Blaise was laughing along but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't seem to get Daphne off his mind. He found it extremely unnerving that she hadn't replied to any of his owls nor seen any sight of her for almost two weeks now. Not only did Blaise miss her, he was also extremely horny. It wasn't like he couldn't get any. He did have a couple good shags the past few days but he really missed exercising with Daphne.

He sat down when the Hall doors opened again. He looked up to see who was coming in. A small lithe figure slipped through the doors as though they were trying to hide in the shadows. Blaise could recognize that body any where. He was furious at the fact she indeed was alive and not replying to his owls. He had written to her right before dinner too. He stood up fuming and stormed towards his victim.

Blaise made his way towards Daphne stopping her from walking any further. Fury clear in his eyes he opened his mouth and growled.

"Ah, how nice of you to grace us with your presence Daphne. Both hands working then? Eyes functioning as well? Could it have killed you to answer any of my owls?"

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Friday, January 6th, 2006
9:45 pm - In the RoR...

Blaise was in the middle of studying for a quiz that Mcgonnagal had hinted she would be springing on them in the next week when he was interupted by a rather annoying school owl. He tried to bat it away from his parchments before it left a mess but it fluttered around his desk before settling on top of his stacked books.

"Argh! What is it!?" He exclaimed, snatching the letter from the bird. It gave him a rather nasty look before flying off again.

Who could be sending him an owl at this time? Perhaps Daphne would finally be answering his owls. He's already send less then a dozen. Blaise felt a little neglected. Pushing the thought aside he opened the letter.

Blaise,

Could you meet me in the room of requirement? I would like to ask you about something important.

Neville

Hmmm Blaise thought. I knew it! He does want to shag me. Why else would he want to meet in to RoR? I never thought he would have the guts to ask me to meet him.

He changed out of his school robes into a comfortable pair of pajama boxers and a black wife beater. Putting his books away he quietly left the dorm and proceeded towards the Room.

Arriving there he required the room he needed and sat down on a comfortable armchair next to the fire place. Next to his elbow was a coffee table with an assortment of drinks and food. Pouring himself a glass of scotch, he sat waiting.

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Saturday, December 31st, 2005
11:51 am - Hogsmeade
Blaise knew it wasn't a Hogsmeade weekend but he needed to get out of the castle and away from everyone. He hid from Snape last night only to run into Parvati where they spent a rather wonderful night together. They were both clearly upset and used their emotional instability to be with each other physically. Blaise wasn't even sure it meant anything at all. He grinned at last nights memory, thinking it really made up for whatever Snape made him feel- er, not feel, go through. Yes, that's better because Blaise Zambini doesn't feel.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he neared the little village and walked straight to the one place he knew he wanted to be. Weasley's Wizarding Wheeze's. Blaise opened the door to the Weaseley's shop and stepped right in. Seeing George, hopefully it was, he smiled and pounced upon the gorgeous man shouting his name, kissing him soundly on the lips.

"George! You gorgeous, sexy, insatiable, red headed man!"

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Wednesday, December 21st, 2005
2:41 pm
I've heard rumours of new sexy, breath taking, shaggable students aquiring computers. Is this true? Merlin, please tell me there are going to be more Slytherins around here.

Pansy and Millie, you are deeply missed.

Theo, you naughty boy. Where have you been? I'veWe've missed you love.

I've been rounding up signatures to petition a new dress code for the Yule Ball and for every day wear. So far there aren't very many people who are willing to dress naked. Oh well. I suppose I could just do it myself and see if the trend catches on.

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Saturday, December 17th, 2005
1:02 am
Severus Professor Snape. I did terrible on that quiz we had the other day.

Tutor me?

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