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1. I will not poke Hufflepuffs with spoons, nor will I insist that their House colori indicate that they are “covered in bees”.
2. No matter how good a fake Australian accent I can do, I will not imitate Steve Irwin during Care of Magical Creatures class.
3. Growing marijuana o hallucinogenic mushrooms is not “an extra credit project for Herbology”.
4. “I’ve heard every possible joke about Oliver Wood’s name” is not a challenge.
5. I am not allowed to attempt to breed a liger.
6. I will not go to class skyclad.
7. The Giant Squid is not an appropriate data to the Yule Ball.
8. I will...

Guaranteed to, er..get te admitted to St. Mungo's?

Thank te Erin and mugglenet.com:)


1. When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.

2. Push the buttons and pretend they jinx you. Wait for the effects of the 'jinx' to wear off, smile, and go back for more.

3. Ask if te can push the button for other people, but intentionally push the wrong ones.

4. Hold the doors open and say you're waiting for a friend. After a while let the doors close and say, "Hi Greg. How's your giorno been?"

5. Drop a quill and wait until someone goes to pick...

So it’s been a while since I’ve typed a Bellatrix fic. This one’s based on my headcanon that Bellatrix hurts herself when she has no one else to torture. So self-harm warning; if te know te don’t like/can’t handle this stuff I don’t recommend Leggere this one.



Eight nights. Eight marks.
Slanted slightly.
Etched across pale skin.

They whispered to her, a deceptively crooning series of chatter.
Ongoing.
Endless.
They wouldn’t silence themselves no matter how much she demanded it of them. They wanted only one thing, and that thing was not in her power to give to them at that moment....