| 5 October, 1975 |
[11 Jul 2008|09:28pm] |
Hello, all! Either I'm imagining things, or I really have been hearing some fairly weird stuff today.
First off, the Hufflepuff quidditch team are going to put muggle glue on their gloves? I mean, I can sort of see the reasoning behind it, but what happens when they want to throw the quaffle around? Or shoot? I'm not sure how well that's going to work. Unless it's special glue. And if they use special glue then they'll have an unfair advantage because I don't have a clue how to make it for us Ravenclaws. Team, we need to get together and think of something better, because I'll die of embarassment if we're beaten by some glue, even if it is purpose-made. Bollocks. You know what? This merits an emergency meeting, we have to work something out.
Oh yeah, and before I forget, everyone who turns up to my and Anneliese's wedding with mad hair gets extra food for being ruddy awesome. I reckon having purple hair would be completely ace and I have no idea why you (or Robbie, in this case) would ever want to get rid of it.
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 3 October, 1975 |
[09 Jul 2008|11:36pm] |
Anneliese Young
You are the light in my open sky,
My morning, noon, and night.
I hold nothing in my hands or heart
but love for you
And a quill, which is necessary,
But an incessant plight.
For this inky distraction
is all that prevents
the constant vision of your glowing face
burgeoning in front of
My tired eyes.
You are my flower,
Meine schöne Blume.
Grow, in the garden of our love.
The perfect picture of all beauty implies.
The light.
Sun. Stars. Moon. Weird alien spaceship thingy.
Thou art (soon to be) my wife.
Thou art always my life.
-D. N. Gudgeon. Respectable poet. Or possibly not.
Alright, so, I can't write poetry for my life. Should've just ripped Shakespeare off or something, but that'd take too much effort. So you get lumped with this instead. The point is, I am madly in love with Anneliese Young and we're getting married as soon as we can. Everyone's invited to the wedding, so long as you turn up in formal wear and don't mind a bit of snow.
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 18 September, 1975 |
[24 Jun 2008|09:10pm] |
Hello!
I'm late and all, but I want to extend my congratulations to everyone who made the house quidditch teams. I genuinely can't wait to play you lot and I have a feeling that this season is going to prove itself as one of the best and most interesting yet. I'd also like to say to anyone who didn't make the Ravenclaw Team that it wasn't for lack of effort, and I'm sure Ted Tonks would love (I'm not kidding) some more people to join him in forming the scariest nuttiest bunch of supporters we've ever had! Besides, there's always next year to look forward to, by which time a chaser spot will definitely be open! Assuming I don't fail everything and stick around. And even then, the team might get completely exasperated by my unrelenting presence, utilise those nifty beaters' bats, and eliminate me on the spot.
Anyway, I'm a bit bored and everyone else seems to be using these things to play games. I'm going to give you a few anagrams about stuff that's relevant to my day. Each one is worth a chocolate frog, if you want it. Even the second one, which should be dead easy for anyone who's seen me at breakfa bollocks!.
1. arista fortuning
2. stoat
3. eel misfits rotors
They aren't all made up of the right number of words, by the way. Just in case you thought they might be.
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 10 September, 1975 |
[17 Jun 2008|01:17am] |
Hello, all!
Right now I feel a bit like your resident happy chappy! Is that a bit weird sounding? Yeah, it is. Oh well. Looks like this whole inter-house destruction competition is pretty much over, which means that I probably won't end up with itching powder down my trousers. Oh, and that wasn't a challenge, by the way. So you don't bother risking it, most of the time I do respond in kind.
I reckon I might owl home soon and beg for some custard creams. They're starving me of them at this place, what with dinner comprising mainly of, well, dinner-type food. If any professors or house elves end up reading this, then might I request that custard creams be added to the menu some time? Only if you aren't too busy to sort it out, or anything. I mean, maybe it'll turn out that I'm not the only one angling for that kind of addition to the already fantastic food at this place.
Ravenclaw tryouts are on the twelfth, by the way! For anyone interested who didn't already know about it (which you should've done and have been practicing for the occasion for years!). The squad was already looking more than a bit amazing last year, so it'll be difficult for any newcomers to grab a place. Which means everyone'll need to put in maximum sodding effort to stand a chance. Should be fun, yeah?
So, um, here's to inter-house unity! And quidditch! Not forgetting bad poetry and the promise of custard creams.
You know what? Viva La Hogwarts! Is that right?
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 5 September, 1975 |
[11 Jun 2008|06:30pm] |
Nice try, Gryffindorks! I'll assume you're the ones who orchestrated the whole ice thing. Skates, you might find, aren't a usual requirement for breakfast.
Anyway, being a dancing bear gives me an unnatural amount of agility and balance. Which really helps when it comes to my participation in a certain Olympic sport: Sliding Around On Ice On Your Arse And Getting Pelted By Snow Along The Way! I pulled off some amazing moves on that stuff, don't you know. Even tried to go back for some more.
So you see, you'll have to go further than that to have our lot beaten! Plus, you've extended a challenge now. Not a good idea to offer that sort of thing to a bunch of clever nutters with too much time on their hands, especially if you're going to annoy the rest of the school in the process. I think they're annoyed, anyway. Seems it.
Ravenclaws, unite! By my reckoning we all need to have a little chat.
See you on the other side. Does that sound ominous? I hope so!
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 3 September, 1975 |
[09 Jun 2008|10:30pm] |
Hello again!
I'm going to go a bit nutters and Ravenclawy on you and say that it actually feels bloody good to be back in lessons after grinding my brain to a worthless pulp all Summer. Got my dad to enlighten me as to how a few of those muggle appliance things work too- kettles and stuff, you know?- so muggle studies is looking even easier better than before.
Did everybody else hear that thing Professor Dumbledore sent around? The thing about Ravenclaws! demonstrating complete and utter brilliance thus far this year? Because I'm certain I'm not making it up, and I didn't hear a mention of that supposedly awe inspiring house known as Gryffindor!. Though I got that bit of information (the bit about them being awe inspiring, that is) from Sirius Black, so it looks like there is no truth behind the madness.
On a more interesting note, I wish my diary journal was lemon scented. Right now it just smells of book. Anyone have a clue how I can make it? Or is our esteemed Head's journal just better than our peasant ones? Food for thought, maybe he's dropping a hint that there's someway to turn your journal purple and make it smell funny. Perhaps if I chuck it on the floor it'll-
No luck. Nothing happens when I sing to it either. Or when I try to feed it copies of my sixth year muggle studies notes.
I'll let you know if I have any luck.
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon
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| 1 September, 1975 |
[07 Jun 2008|09:59pm] |
Davey Gudgeon, reporting for duty!
Is this working? Is it? Oh, bollocks. I don't have a clue. Hello there? Oops You can't actually see that name can you?
Yes, hello! If you can't see this then you'll never know how much of a plonker I've just been and if you can then I was right to say hello. These are brilliant!
Ted! Ted? Mine's finally working. I think. Is it? Well, I'm going to assume it is. I knew these things were weird; I lost this one and it still managed to turn up by my bed. Which is odd behaviour for a book. Though some of those ones in the Restricted Section library do some strange stuff.
Right then. So. I'm not sure what else I should write. I don't know why exactly Dumbledore wants us to have these in the first place, so if I go on about dinner then I might be flayed alive. But I don't have a clue what else to talk about. Um. Alright, fine. Dinner it is, seeing as I don't have much else to talk about unless you want to hear the story about Gladys, the tree and the frustrated cat. Which you really had to be there for because it was more about facial expression than anything else.
The feast was nice? and it's good to be back in the common room.
Will that do? Do I need to do anything now or just stop writing?
I'll just stop.
Ravenclaw for the cup, by the way!
Davey The Dancing Bear Gudgeon.
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