I've been here for ten days: this place is still insane. And Jake's gone, in case anyone was wondering, that's a bit of a letdown.

But I need to find something to do around here that doesn't involve blood. Any suggestions?

-if you say so, Wormtail, but I still think that this door leads to the staircase that goes up to the third...

...floor....

...or perhaps not.

[Silence]

Prongs?

Moony, stop eyeing me that way, I'll have you know that door led there every other time.

[ooc: The Marauder duo are back :D Li, actiontimez?]

It's way too early for anything. I need to go flying. Anyone up for flying? You know, a broomstick, the sky, the potential for causing way more trouble than it's worth?

...Tamaki? I can teach you! It's not hard!

( Private to Susan )

( Private to Rosella )

I don't care about your curses or your ages or any other matter.

I demand only the answer to one question. Where is my godson?

I would like to be the first to state.

Whatever it is that you would like to pin on me:

I didn't do it.

Oh, right, and - being the genius that I am, I'd also like to add that you lot are hilarious when you're trying to hide deep dark family secrets. Really. I mean. Really.

[ooc: Sirius says lets swap family secrets. He bets his are worse]

I'm bored.

BORED.

MOONY I'M BORED.

Good Quidditch, really.

But I'm BORED NOW.

[ooc: Run. Run now.]

You all can bite me.

I'm going out to get more nutella. Don't follow me.

[ooc: Cranky pup is cranky]

Bleeding...

Oy. Potter. The one who needs to be babysat. Time to talk, you and I.

Private || Maruaders || Unhackably cursed

Something's going on. Moony, you're all twitchy. I don't like it.

So spill already, will you? Evans is acting like her pants are bunched too tight. Honestly, Prongs. I don't know what you see in her.

Private || Self || Unhackably cursed

I solemnly swear and all that. What is wrong with these people? They actually...trust that idiot slimeball.

Oy.

Oy.

Prongs, where are you? This definitely isn't Hogsmeade.

Well, at least I didn't splinch myself. First try and everything, perfect apparition if I do say so myself, and I do. One more tally for the genius column.