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[psychick]

Dear weather: IT IS SPRING. WARM THE HELL UP, GODDAMN IT.

Willows: Prezzie! And the NSFW version here. :3 (Mebbe good for his userinfo?) Also, check Nat's friendslist, as there is a post from a certain young potionsmaster.

To Do:
1) Snape d_m post asking for a priest?
2) Keep checking MM for that pb. Stupid server maitenance!
3) Kurt post, big or little, to d_m. Big Kurt to Mayfair for general talk.
4) Otto?

And as an added bonus, lyrics from a blues song I heard tonight that I quite liked.


All the sad songs're 'bout leaving,
not about comin' home.
I been down,
I been down in St. Gabriel's
with nowhere to go.

The sun sets in St. Gabriel's
a fiery red,
and the fields all around
are brown and dead.

In St. Gabriel's.
St. Gabriel.

They say I killed a man.
He threatened my life,
but I went to prison
because I was his wife.

And I had stood it
as long as I could.
Oh I went down,
I went down to St Gabriel's
For what I had to do.

Oh St. Gabriel.
St. Gabriel.

It's a hopeless life,
and it's a cryin' shame.
It was me or him
and I took the blame.
You can feel the river
through the walls.
It shakes the levy,
it shakes us all.

In St. Gabriel's.
St. Gabriel.

Now they say I was right
and I'm free to go,
so I'm standing out here
by the side of the road.
All the sad songs're 'bout leaving,
not about comin home.
Oh I been down,
I been down in St. Gabriel's
with nowhere, nowhere to go.

In St. Gabriel's.
St. Gabriel.
St. Gabriel.