the-amos-diggory:

hestiasaurus:

iamglendachittock:

the-amos-diggory:

iamglendachittock:

Helga’s last name. We’re badgers.

Well, we could say the same for Ravenclaw. Their animal is an eagle… -laughs-

Amos! I think we’ve just been called butt trumpets. ~giggles~

Have not! *tackles* I just said you’re not at all butt trumpets

-snorts- PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!

I won’t kill you! I love you guys. *hugs Amos*

iamglendachittock:

the-amos-diggory:

iamglendachittock:

Helga’s last name. We’re badgers.

Well, we could say the same for Ravenclaw. Their animal is an eagle… -laughs-

Amos! I think we’ve just been called butt trumpets. ~giggles~

Have not! *tackles* I just said you’re not at all butt trumpets

(Source: hestiasaurus)

the-amos-diggory:

iamglendachittock:

Helga’s last name. We’re badgers.

Well, we could say the same for Ravenclaw. Their animal is an eagle… -laughs-

hehehe i love you guys. you’re not at all butt trumpets..

(Source: hestiasaurus)

Please…someone entertain me

Anyone awake want to talk to little ole me?

Hi guys. I just wanted to come on and let everyone know i’ll be on hiatus for the next week. I’ll be back on sunday. I’ve developed a really nasty flu, that followed fight after a cold so I’m pretty much always in bed and always bitchy. So for the next week Hestia, Roland, and Rufus will be unattended. I’m sorry for the inconvenience but i’m a sick panda! See you next week!

~Aloura

Hestia frowned softly as she slipped down the dark corridors alone. She couldn’t sleep as usual. She’d tried literally everything she normally did to make the sandman come. First it was ice cream, then reading, then playing with silly charms and spells but nothing could keep her mind off of the last few days.

She had grown accustomed to being lonely. The Hogwartian had exposed the fact that her and Glinda had shared a playful meaningless kiss and with the clever reevaluation of hot lesbian sex. Hestia was also apparent the one at Hogwarts every guy was getting a piece of. They’d even mentioned, one, Maximilion Elliot, a boy whom she’d never really spoken to at all. In truth Hestia as chaste as they came, never even so much as holding a boy’s hand. She was sixteen and she’d never been even considered by a boy.

The depression was sinking. She felt so terribly alone other than a few friends and with the release of the bulletin she felt as though everyone in the school was laughing at her loneliness, the mockery of her more out of obvious falsehood than any truth.

Little tears slipped down her cheeks as she shuffled down the hall. At least here she was really alone, instead of being surrounded by so many but loved by no one.