The girl with the grin and a pair of scissors

I am rather in need of a little entertainment. It's almost as though nothing interesting has been going on lately! Dungbombs, those strange Muggle firecrackers, didn't someone turn the third-floor corridor into quicksand one year? Let's reproduce that!

At any rate I am quite certain if I don't have any entertainment soon that I am simply going to die!



Another riddle! How about the one I asked Dad when I wrote him? A man walks into a bar and asks for a glass of water. The bartender pulls out a shotgun and aims at him. The man says thank you and walks away. What happened?

My. Things certainly have gone a bit nutters, haven't they? What, did McGonagall tell all the professors to throw as much work on us as possible? I've been writing essays all week! Honestly, if I had the time I'd be off sulking in a corner somewhere about all of this--never learned to swim and all that.

Did anyone out there know the Polynesians could navigate just by the stars? Imagine! Nothing else! No Point-Me spells, no nothing. Intelligent, those lads.

I wonder if that might make finding one's way around in the dark easier? Provided one was outside when one was looking to find one's way, of course... Unless, perhaps, one was in the Great Hall, but then what purpose would there be in trying to find one's way by the stars? Well, I suppose if one was so directionally-challenged... But still, who knows if that might be worth looking into? Aahhh~

Owl from home today! Mum says that Arlen and Jessie-dear have been off playing with the neighbour kids again; apparently Jessie had a temper tantrum the other day and turned young Bill's hair blue. Am not certain whether I am supposed to be amused or distraught at such a fact, or even disapproving--am leaning more towards the former! Honestly, what am I supposed to do? Though laughing really won't change anything; dear Jessie-dear won't know I approve of her mischief ♥ Although I suppose I should really be directing her towards Arlen with those tendencies. I wouldn't want her to get into that sort of habit, now, would we?

Mum also enclosed a sort of riddle for me! All right, well; certainly not a riddle--those are more Dad's forte, anyways.

WAIT IT IS FROM DAD. The excitement~! An entire sheaf of riddles! He said he asked all his chums at work for their favourites. This should be interesting to go through ♥♥♥

So I shall leave you all with something to ponder--an easy one to start out with, I suppose!


Jared and Corey have four daughters. Each daughter has one brother. How many are in the family in total?

JAMES POTTER!

You are full of rubbish! Rubbish, do you hear me? Mum says you lied about that Lethifold in the forest—they only live in tropical climates! Honestly, where do you get off, trying to pull something like that on me? Just see if I go exploring the east wing with you again this year!

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Goodness, things move quickly here. You would think that after three years of it I might be ready for the rush, but not at all! I've been busy, around and about, darting back and forth and there's not even been a spare moment to sit down and try and figure out how to switch out Lenore's quills with Bill's (certainly not much thought required for that; why don't I have the time for it!). I suppose it's something one must get used to, though, quite especially after the doldrums of home.

I am in need of some entertainment. ♥ I just may have to go and find some.


[[OOC: ...I never knew it was possible to go over the character limit for tags...]]