Formal's tonight!

[windemere]

So, to start off with something that has nothing to do with the subject of this post...Leah got busy yesterday/today and redid a HP pic so that she, Rach and I are in it. And it works!!!!!! I went to Hogwarts people, can you believe it? Wow, 7 years of my life forgotten....too bad. :)

Anyway, formal is tonight, the one event I've been waiting for for the last 5 years, and all of a sudden I'm loosing interest. It just seems like one more thing I have to do. Another on the rather long 'To Do' list...and so it seems like a burden rather than a blessing (and did I just use that phrase? Bad Amy, bad).

So yea, I'm anxious and stressed out at the same time, which is bad. And Leah hasn't called like she said she would...and I'm going to loose it.

Okay, I'm going to calm down now, and go away and brood, so bye.

~Ailis

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[readingroses.livejournal.com]

Leah: I did too call! Hmmph! Wait. You're sitting right here. Why am I writing this then?

Amy: I don't know.

Leah: Why not?

Amy: Good question. I leave it to you to answer.

Leah: Well then I leave it to Rachel.

::both turn to Rachel with a dazzled look on their faces::

Together: Well?

(Amy:) Being that Rachel isn't actually here, you'll have to wait to find out the answer...if you even want to know.

(Leah:) Same bat time, same bat channel!

Amy: Oh be quiet. Honestly!

Leah: Honestly! Who throws a shoe? That *really* hurt! Honestly!

Amy: ::leaves grumbling:: Well if you're going to get all Slytherin about it...I'll leave.

Leah: ::blinks:: What? I wasn't the one who threw the shoe, Slytherin-wannabe.

Amy: Well I didn't throw it! You've got ghosts in the house Kara; might want to talk to your father about that.

Leah: Zoinks!

Amy: After all wasn't your father a ghostbuster in a past life?

Leah: He does seem to have the unearthly charm...

Amy: ...

Leah: Don't tell me Snape's left you speechless. Man. New Snapefic idea coming... And it isn't Mr. Longbottom you fancy. Or don't for that matter.

Amy: Slytherin git. Now we're resorting to blackmail, are we?

Leah: Slytherin wannnabe. I'm no Slytherin. But blackmail is a essential part of a fully balanced meal.

Amy: I thought you were going to say it was an essantial part of the Snape family. Got to be good at blackmail to join...and I'm not a wannabe! Thank you very much! I am a Slytherin...just Sid and I couldn't stand to be in the same house together...so I got dumped in Gryffindor...and it's hard to act all nice you know. Tireing.

Leah: My mother was a Gryffindor. I am a Gryffindor. My future husband is a Gryffindor. Assumably any by product of our marriage is a Gryffindor. Is it my fault genetics plays a small role in my Slytherin tendencies? I think not.

Amy: What was your father then? A mistake?

Leah: Yes. A plaid wearing mistake. Wait. I wasn't supposed to reveal that fact.

Amy: ...

Leah: I'll now be forced to kill you and any other unfortunate soul still reading this ramble-shamble of a post...

Amy: ...and they are few and far between.

Leah: Amen to that, cousin.

Amy: And I have nothing left to say.

Leah: Care for some butter beer? I have to go make some coffee. What time is it?

Amy: Time for Amy to go get beautiful. Takes time you know. I wasn't born like this!

Leah: I was. And no, I don't have my father's nose or cheery disposition thank you very much.

[eldanna.livejournal.com]

What were we on?

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[readingroses.livejournal.com]

Butter beer? No, that came later.