Dislaimer: The characters in this story don't belong to us; they belong to J K Rowling. Yeah, even Parry Hotter. Hell, the story's hers if she wants it, but somehow we don't think she would... By the way, it's a game of consequences, in case you're wondering.
The Diary Of Blaise
(Lizza:)
I beat someone up today. It was fun. She now has a black eye. I would have given her another one but Prof. Sinistra came along.
(Zoe:)
"Ah, dammit!" said Ron.
"Those kind of hurt," whimpered Hermione, nursing her love-bitten neck.
"Sorry," said Ron, giving her a little kiss. "You can have a go next time."
(Lisa:)
She nodded. "I hope it doesn't cost anything though."
Harry smiled. "Don't worry," he said. "If it does, I'll pay for you."
(Sarah:)
Snape looked grateful. "Thanks!"
McGonagall glared at him. "He wasn't talking to you, you idiot!"
"Oh, sorry."
(Zoe:)
"For what?" ask Harry, genuinely confused.
Then Parry Hotter blew them all up.
THE END