Yeah, okay, that's gotta hurt, and I ain't looking forward to that happening. So everyone, avoid the one-hit-kill area.

...Yeah.

Good game though I think, congrats, Ravenclaw.

You know what, I ain't one for stereotypes and all, but the hell. Are we in a freakin' girls school now or something? With boys dressing up as girls and all? Do you guys forget you look absolutely retarded? I'd rather look at a scantily clad girl, and that's fuckin' saying something.

And then this "host club", what are you all training to be, male escorts? When did this school turn into a host training school?

And what's with all these money wasting holidays? For crying out loud, we're students, we don't have jobs. Give us the option for free, at least.

And while you're all into opening clubs and all, whatever happened to a good old book club? With all these perverted clubs opening, you'd THINK a sane one would happen. The hell.

So, month of March, I'm holing up myself with books and shit all over again. Except for training, Quidditch and exercising.

Gryffindor, we got the pitch again, so I expect you all out there this afternoon.

Well...that was weird. Don't know what I was smoking then, but that was serious shit for everyone to be just as whacked.

Good thing I didn't step on any toes for once. But that food race was just...yeah, I'm still not hungry since then.

[Filtered to Gryffindor Quidditch team]

Gotta get our arses in gear. Managed to book the Quidditch pitch, but seems like the Slytherin team got there first, so we're getting it tomorrow. But, we can do our exercises instead.

[/Filtered]

So, not only can I not call out my powers, apparently...I've aged two years. What the hell have I been doing?!

But what's this I heard about all of us getting kidnapped? I'm reading through this book and it says I've been some student in this school. Glad to see my old man is still an idiot, cos that means I haven't gone completely insane.

Also looks like there's the others here, during all this time. I'm gonna head down to that "Great Hall" place so I can find people, then we get the hell outta here.

Wouldn't mind a bite to eat either, if the food here is even safe.

[Private to Haruko]

GEE. GOOD JOB.

[/Private]

So. How was everyone's valentine's day?

And now that everything's died down, back to studying.

...Just take the chocolate, don't talk to me, and leave me the hell alone.

*this and the chocolate deliveries are the source of his pain.*

[Private; hackable only to close friends]

Huh.

Should've figured it'll smell like her.

[/Private]

[[Ichigo's incense stick smells like his deceased mother D8]]

I just got handed a lion plush toy in hakuma pants. What the hell--

...okay, it suddenly just jumped out of my hands and went for the closest girl's chest.

Fuck you, Cirucci, I'm not doing it. No way in hell am I going to deliver those Valentine's Day junk for you. Go find someone else to do your jobs.

I know what I'm going to be doing this February. Eat, study, sleep.

[[If you're interested in "volunteering" to send Valentine's Day stuff around, you can say that Cirucci gave you a slip. Yes, she's throwing them all around, and Ichigo just got one.]]

What the hell is going on?! I have my old man setting me up, and now the school's turned into a freakin' musical.

Holy hell.