|Relief. The dark kind, of course.
||[Jun. 28th, 2005|10:36 pm]
|[||killing you with:
|||||filled with fire of hate||]|
|[||darkness is hearing:
|||||Doom Brooms - You're Going To Die, Hooray, Let's Eat Pie||]|
We're going home. Finally, we're going bloody home. No more blubberbutt, no more gayness, no more exams, no more of that creep Rosier, whose spellbooks may or may not suddenly burst into flame if he touches them.
Sirius, I'll have to tell your mother, you know. It breaks my heart, it really does, my traitorous bananamanpiecuddlykins. I will cry, certainly. It will be especially difficult for me when she tries to poison you and hex that squishy-bottomed friend of yours.
I'm not sure I'll make it through the day. I'm plenty sure, however, that you probably won't.
Summer! The ultimate darkness.