Perpetua!

( me, me, you )

Life is fucking awful, but at least I'm smart and eternally beautiful.

HEXED PRIVATE TO HOOPER.
Oh fuck, mate. Please don't get yourself killed -- I need a favour from you.

/PRIVATE.

WEASLEY. Are you busy? We have work to do. I'll see you in a bit.

I'm FINALLY beginning to feel a lot better, or I was until I regained enough consciousness to realise I'm still attending this godforsaken school. Fuck it all, I say. At least I can return to my deliberately deviant activities.

DEAREST, DEAREST JOURNAL,

TONIGHT: my QUILL SCRATCHES on the roughness of this parchment as my face twists into an expression of pure disgust. Sweat rolls down my forehead. I sit here in my four-poster, alone, looking out my window dramatically as the light from the high moon brightens up my pale cheeks. The rain is putting me in a shitty mood. I don't want to leave my room tomorrow, but I would love it if people came to visit me. You will be turned away unless you bring me bountiful amounts of food and hugs.

I like to be hugged. I like to be fed.

HEXED PRIVATE to Eloise, Cornelia, Mei, Chase, Ginny, Andrew, Shae and Lucy.
Fuck. Everyone seems to adore being a scaremonger. I HATE ADMITTING TO WEAK PIFFLE LIKE THIS, but I'm getting nervous. I feel like throwing up and Smith is nowhere in sight. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I don't want to believe Potter's dead; it's not as if I gave the little blighter much mind when he was around, being all heroic and everything (and he's HARDLY strapping enough to be a hero), but still. Thoughts?

And Andrew: I completed our mission. Where's my gift?
/PRIVATE.

DON'T FRET, LITTLE ONES. Potter can't be dead. I never got his autograph. 

AWWWWW. Gulch is so fat and cute, devouring that delicious-sounding steak without sharing any! She's a fat porcelain doll. I'd take her home in my trunk if I thought she could FIT INSIDE. She's slowly morphing into a fat child's plaything. You ought to be more careful about what you put into your dicky body, darling one.

I personally don't mind missing a meal; I don't know if I trust the food they're serving to us. I just hope everyone else is tickety-boo. 

I'M LONELY. I want to be held -- I need to be held. Where the FUCK do you run off to when I need you, Chang? You're the ONLY one who doesn't try to grasp at my tits when I embrace them.

I'm fairly certain Smith was wielding a Herculean bulge in class today. Don't try to brush it against me, Smith. I guess I was wrong about your genitalia.

In other news: I'm putting forth an official 'apology' to anyone I might have recently offended -- it wasn't my intention to displease fellow students. None of this would have happened if it weren't for our beloved professors. I've decided to leave the subject alone since it's rather delicate. Eloise and Mei have an influence on my conscience--- Yeah. Sorry. And fuck you if you don't wish to accept it.


Have a nice night!

HEXED PRIVATE TO MEI. LUCY, ELOISE AND CORNELIA CAN READ IF DESIRED.
Ha ha ha ha ha.

This is RICH -- I have never experienced stronger 'feelings' for this school, or a stronger desire to want to pack my things and head home right this instant. It may seem like I'm overreacting, but being discriminated against is something none of us should have to deal with. I shouldn't have expected anything different from them. It was rather stupid of me not to see this coming in some way or fashion. I feel like an idiot for being SURPRISED at all this. Sending my Gryffindor sweetheart to detention? Fuck you very much for that, and she had every right to be stroppy. --Of course, sadly, unfortunately: I would never say any of this to their faces UH

I wonder what's next. I'm not pureblooded, and there are obviously a lot of everyday luxuries that are too luxurious for me. Chocolate? Are you kidding? I'll eat tree bark and insects; live off the land like my ancestors did. Underwear? I am far too barbaric to wear it. I'm not wearing any right now, in fact! How do you even PUT IT ON? I don't know how my legs go in. I'm so confused about underwear. I would simply rip it to shreds. My preference for a nice LOINCLOTH triumphs over any need to wrap my privates in a pair of useless scanties. I'm not PUREBLOODED ENOUGH to waste my precious 'hunting and gathering' time on underwear -- I've got tools to make in my cave goddammit. Get it away from me. And a toilet? I was never instructed on how to use one in the first place. Get it out of my sight this instance.

Giving up on plans to cover self in adhesive and hug Smith. Smith's too socially ill at ease to allow his limp little body to be embraced by a beautiful girl. Dubious about the existence of Smith's Hampton. Thinking Smith would be better off with the Slytherins -- or the Gryffindors, even. Gryffindors do not have genitalia (I love you, Lucille!); Smith does not have genitalia. Do you see where I'm going here? At least we don't have to worry about Smith reproducing.

--I need to write my dad as soon as possible; I need to let him know about recent happenings without worrying him Corner's dead cousin made me think THIS IS ALL TOO FUCKING HEAVY AND I'M--

Uh. Tomorrow should be fun.

Why is Smith such a twat?

Let's figure this out, Hogwarts.

I'm fashionably late. Everyone is always haunched over these pieces of SHITS -- it's weird. You'll have to excuse the chicken scratch! I hate my handwriting .. And this is Perpetua, by the way.

The Carrows are as stupid as they are ugly. Am I right? I am right. And they are very, very, very ugly. I behave when I'm around them. You all watch me do so. I'm good at faking it. It's pretty disgusting of me and I always feel awful, but I'm not stupid enough not to. I don't even want to think about what they could do to our-- --- you know what? Moving on.

I'd probably prefer to sleep with the fat one if I ever had to make a choice. I think about these things. Regularly. What about you lot? You know, because I sort of value the continuation of my fantastic life, and yes, I'd do just about anything to survive. This is completely theoretical. They wouldn't even consider mating with me since I'm not pureblooded. That's certainly a huge blow to my self-esteem -- I'll need to slap on an extra coat of makeup tomorrow just to leave the dormitory. I'm so sad. The fat one AT LEAST has much less of a bony arse, and I think I would like having something to hold onto in the throes of passion. Don't you? Why wouldn't you? Be honest with me, children. I've never been 'into' missionary, that's never been my thing, so I wouldn't have to worry about being crushed. I'm also not a submissive, or I don't believe I would be. Either fucking way, I'd prefer the fat one. The fat one seems like it'd be a bit exuberant in bed, doesn't it? Like perky as fuck, right? Flexible. Giggly and cute. Blond. Like it wouldn't disappoint. Like it would give as well as receive. Like it would just love to be smacked around. Inexperienced, but enthusiastically willing. Willing to try new things. Willing to try old things. Willing to toss in a friend to mix things up. Willing to participate in naughty acts. Willing to just let me have my way. Willing to let the friend have his way. Willing to just be used. Willing to sit and have a good conversation afterward. Willing to sit and have a good conversation during the actual intercourse. Willing to let me watch my rugby matches on the Tele. Curious, and ace at talking dirty to me. Unafraid to ask awkward questions, like, 'Where the hell does THAT go?' and what have you. The sort of questions Geoffrey Hooper would need to ask a bird IF ever he weaseled one into bed. Theoretically, of course, and .. yeah -- no one is going to take this seriously after that.

Oh well. You get what I mean, yeah? When you really think about it and pick apart the good from the bad, the idea as a whole is quite appealing. Isn't it?

-- No. It isn't. Alas.