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November 8th, 2009
 | 12:23 am - 6.
[Hexed against the Wizard]
Well, I finally figured out how to make alcohol here. Took a bit of magic, a badly made distillery, and determination. Not for the faint of heart. It'll put hair on your chest, to be sure.
Anyone who's interested, see me: Alecto Carrow.
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October 24th, 2009
 | 10:11 pm - 5.
You know what? This is bullshit. We get thrown in jail for self-defense against fucking monsters, and yet the fucking MONSTERS are allowed to run around.
At least I managed to get in a few good licks. I better not stay in bloody jail for long.
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October 14th, 2009
 | 12:45 am - 4.
I changed my mind. I don't want to leave this place anymore. Or ever, really.
[Hexed against the Wizard]
So.... not that I'm interested in bragging or anything, but I have new information.
I broke curfew last night and stayed in the Divination Tower. Yes, I know that in itself isn't very shocking. But we heard noises beneath us. We kept the trapdoor shut, but there was definitely something wandering around down there. Something large. As in, troll-sized or larger. No, we didn't go down to investigate. We were busy.
So I know that some of you are composing a list of useful shit, and well, this is pretty fucking useful.
There's something in this castle with us.
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October 11th, 2009
 | 11:49 am - 3.
[Hexed against the Wizard]
Alright, fuck this. I want to go home. I'm getting the fuck out of this place.
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October 5th, 2009
 | 07:18 pm - 2.
Does anyone know if I can get some liquor anywhere? The novelty of being sober for four days has long since worn off. Thank Merlin I had two packs of smokes on me, and I didn't dare smoke in front of that stupid old git in the hospital wing. Though that will run out shortly.
I wonder if the geminio charm will work on cigarettes. It's not food, so that law of elemental magic or whatever doesn't apply. Well, couldn't hurt to try. I know what I'll be doing to keep myself busy tonight.
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October 1st, 2009
 | 09:13 am - 1.
Why the bloody fuck am I in Hogwarts? This is either the worst hangover ever, or all of you people writing on this thing are just as screwed as I am. And I'm apparently stuck over in bloody Hufflepuff. I haven't gone over there yet, hell I don't even know how to get there. That old man hasn't released me from the hospital wing yet anyway. Seems that last night was a bit more rowdy than I remember, so I have to stay here a bit longer. He is playing at some sick joke. I just wanna go home, have a drink, and go to sleep.
So is this real? I'm not having some sort of post-blackout hallucination? Are people really from the future?
Oh fuck this, I'm going back to sleep. Can't do anything else in the hospital wing. Maybe when I wake up, I'll be outta here.
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