hufflepuffhaku

And, according to the quis, this is who I am:



Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.



Who's this Dumblydore person?

*peeks out of the very convenient rabbit hole he found*

*looks around*

*ducks back inside*


Let me know when it's all over.






I'm not really here because I sprained my ankle and can't really climb out of the hole, and I'm not asking for help because I'm a rabbit and I have my pride and I damn well should be able to get out and, well, poop.

When I ran out of yarn, I began to spin flax into some more for knitting. See, Uncle Spike had recieved from this old cronie this wonderful spinning wheel. I did some research in the library regarding its use and figured, with a fair bit of practice, that I could be successful.

So far, no yarn.

But I've managed to spin the flax into an impressive pile of gold! O.O
Doesn't one have to be a, you know, virginal maiden for this stuff to work, and then with straw?
I'm wondering if anyone has seen a midget or a goblin running around here with the name of Rumplestiltskin.

I was trying to make the world's record for the longest scarf over the Easter holiday.

Unfortunately, my twenty-four yards doesn't even come close to 33 miles.

That, and I ran out of time and yarn.


In other news, Uncle Spike is gone and so are my ears. Yayy!



((OOC: sorry about disappearing; major holidays are always touph because I have to cover work shifts of everyone going on vacation and I already work 50 hour weeks. Hopefully I can get on track here...))

Zabuza already knows how incompetent this school is, so I shan't be sending the help!code.

Last night, walking communicating telepathically with that nice Ravenclaw first-year, Shino, I hit upon an epiphany for escape! Shino helpfully summoned a swarm of fleas to me, which I then set loose upon the unicorns. After the unicorns were sufficiently tormented, I magicked the fleas away with Bug-Be-Gonenum.

Very impressed with my skills, the Unicorns were open to negotiations. I have been released from my engagement (until I'm of "legal" age, which I said, according to my foster-father, wouldn't happen until I was aprox. eighty years old) with the agreement of bringing along my blood-brothers and -sisters to Konohogwarts so they could learn how to magic away fleas, too.

So, uh, Professor Kurenai? In case you're wondering what the unicorns are doing, they're staying in the commons room until I can find and speak to Professor Tsume about a place to stay. Unless you want to get rid of them, although I wouldn't recommend it. They're kind of crabby since we ran into a bunch of werewolves on our way back to the castle. I don't know why the werewolves were there; they weren't there the last time, and it was almost dawn, anyway.

PS: TenTen and Ino: you can come fetch Elmer and Jimbo at your discretion. Hinata, are you awake yet? Would you like a unicorn, too?

PSS: Kankuro, I brought those sheets back, too. >.> They're in need of dry-cleaning but are in otherwise nearly-mint condition. I'm keeping that unicorn horn.

PSSS: Yes, I still have rabbit ears. No, I don't know when they're going to go away.

To whom it may concern ~~~


I, Haku, am very lost in the Forbidden Forest. After speaking with Professor Iruka, a weird sense came over me, and I grew bunny ears dammit they weren't due until the full moon!. I wandered off in search of daisies, and became very lost.

This would not have been a problem except the unicorns found me. Upon discovery, they abducted me and the satin sheets Kankuro let me borrow, and took me to the Glade Of Horn. I led them to believe I am not what I seem. Thinking me an herbivore, they have treated me with kindess. We talked and traded. I exchanged many stories regarding my upbringing as a rabbit, which they accept the ears helped. I recieved a dozen unicorn horns in exchange for the sheets. Which I personally think is a pretty sweet deal.

They do not want me to leave, but I believe I may be able to escape tonight after the Festival of Daisies. Idon'twanttoseefrolickingunicorns@_@ If I am not back in two days, send Uncle Spike off to Zabuza with the message, bring the calvary and the roasting pits!!, which is a coded message for, The teachers fucked up when it came to taking care of me; you gotta gently break some legs. It's a blanket statement for help. We need to come up with more codes. -_-''

PS Uncle Spike says he's a goddamned Cockerspaniel, not a fricken' bloodhound. Don't send him off sniffing for my trail.

PSS Aoba took my yarn. Be careful of Yarn-chan, since it tALKS lIKE tHIS. I think it's trying to be evil, but Sakura's banishing spell didn't quite last as long as one would hope.

With love and care,
Haku.

He brings with him family pictures, a letter from Zabuza, and my extra knitting needles (that will, in case anyone's curious, double up as acupuncture appliances).

This is Uncle Spike, in case anyone is interested: (Uncle Spike thinks he's a dog, please don't tell him he's actually a bunny - it would break his heart to know otherwise, )=)



( Acupuncture is very good for relieving stress, and we know that school may be stressful at times. )

Tomorrow, there will be presented the blackmail other pictures Zabuza sent me - the ones of his former classmates-now-turned professors.

*sifts through stack*

O_O =BLUSH=

I'mjustgoingtodomyhomeworknow.... >_< MY EYES! MY EYES WHYGODWHY??

- and a second year. This seems a little off to me, so I'll go back to being oblivious.

I have nothing to knit - a man should keep his hands busy, for it lends him purpose and a way of life. Then again, I could do my homework. My spare knitting needles turned out to be twigs, and my yarn has discovered a personality and wandered off to molest entertain itself. Headmistress? Can we do something about the magic in this place giving personalities to inanimate objects?

( Private, to my fellow students )