Rock On

The Feasting Ceremonies this year went off with minor glitches. At least my cousins declined to directly antagonize me. That is an improvement.

Ana and I rebonded after a summer away. We have our work cut out for ourselves. Songs to write. A band to organize. So little time in between our subjects.

Hm. What do you think of?
Hardcore Heroes
Raging Lunatics
Eye for an Eye
The Final Hour


Honestly I should be paying attention in class but the lyrics keep coming.

Poor guy stuck with all that pressure. I'll have to thank Mum for marrying Dad else I may have been forced to endure such drivel - marry only a Pureblood. Oi! 

First, let me re-introduce myself as the seventh fiancee to the Sultan Isidro. Upon his eighteenth birthday, we will flee to Las Vegas to the Chapel of Love. Elvis will preside over our union and the chiming of slot machines will ring in our honeymoon. Man. That cherub kid is a devil in disguise as an angel. I barely made it inside when he proposed. I'll have to be on my guard lest I do something as scandalous as marrying and divorcing all the brothers; such is the vice of a rocker. 

Truthfully, it was fun to tease the boy. Nikolay on the other hand? Do not toy with the Dark Prince himself. What he offered in exchange for music lessons left me speechless. Here goes nothing. 

What is with youths these days? Barging straight into my guitar and talking smack. Oi. If I were at any concert, I'd have jammed an elbow in his gut. But we're not. And I didn't. Spoke to a girl named Molly. Think she's a Gryffindor. Sax player. Maybe I'll see her again to have a jam session.

And met one of the sexy gods of the school. The girls in Hufflepuff will squeal when they hear of the deal I made with him.