Does someone want to explain where the bloody fuck I am? Or furthermore how I came to be where I am? This is fucked, even if this phone is loads better than the piece of shit I had before.
[OOC: Lisa was born to Felicity Erskine who was not a pureblood witch but some muggle that Jonathan Turpin had a fling with before he married one of his own kind. Lisa was born out of wedlock and appears to lack magic that her father had and has thus been raised fully as a muggle with no knowledge of the magical world.]
I don't like the fact that we can watch ourselves on TV. I tried......I tried to walk away to find out what happens. But I couldn't. I didn't want to know anything that happened, but I couldn't just take my eyes off. But after what I saw, I don't think I want to see anything else ever again! I can't believe what I just saw, and I guess I knew what my answer to Finn was too. But I just hope and pray that Quinn is okay, I feel somewhat responsible for what happened even though I wasn't there.
In the spirit of being responsible -- shhhhhhh, Sirius, I AM -- I need to find a job. But, uh, I'm kind of at a loss about what I should do. I was almost an Auror back home, but I don't think that carries over.
Does anyone have a cure for a cold that hasn't been thought up by some delusional mother? Only if I add mucus to my appearance I might as well turn myself into a frog and be done.
Okay, kids. This is me coming out of my coffin-shaped closet. I'm a Vampire. I'm on the wagon and trying not to drink blood... Basically doing my damn best to be decent, but I know you had a lot of crap with it all before I arrived, so... Anyway, I'll stay away from anyone who wants me to stay away. And sorry for not telling people sooner.