Harry Osborn

( Mary Jane )

( Peter P )

( Felicia )

Sometimes I really, really hate the world.

( Mary Jane )

( Peter Parker )

( Mary Jane )

( Felicia )

I am really stupidly hungover. All lectures wait to the left until I can see straight. No, I have no idea what happened in any of today's classes.

Norman's in Austria. No word on when he returns. House is livable again, even for rodent cats...

My father is having the house fumigated tomorrow because "a mutant" got in.

We're staying in a hotel for the weekend. My father leaves day after tomorrow.

( Peter )

( Felicia )

Norman Osborn leaves town again in three - count them, three - days. I can't wait to have the house to myself again.

( Peter )

( Felicia )

I don't think I've ever been in a mood this dark and foul before. Ever.

Just be warned.

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( Peter, Felicia )

The Osborn New Year's party went as perfectly as it does every year, which means my father will be in a good mood for at least three days. He really went all out this year, too - I think it was bigger and better than it's ever been, and that's not just because I spent a good chunk of this one drinking from a handily concealed flask. It was pure class (except for my flask thing, but we can overlook that.)

I'd definitely rather talk about parties than school right now, because an envelope from my college of choice is sitting right here and mocking me. I'm usually a fearless guy, but there are some specific goals for the future tied up in that envelope, so for now denial that it exists seems to be working.

I know school goes back soon, but I'm not in any hurry to dive back into classes. I've been spending time with my friends and my girlfriend - and that's got to be better than class any day. Now if I just get this cat out of my house...

Not coming to class today. Don't have rowdy exciting fun without me, guys.

( Peter )

( Felicia )

Harry didn’t remember much, and he was pretty sure all he was remembering was a dream: he remembered Queens, and he remembered looking at his old school, the grass beneath his feet. Bare feet? He wasn’t sure, but he remembered the moisture of the dew on the blades.

There were a few other things: a flash of green. Someone – a guy, a young guy – crying out. In fear? In pain? Harry wasn’t sure; he just remembered the sound and how it seemed so far away and so close at the same time.

He remembered his reflection in a puddle; twisted and greenish and wrong, completely uncrecognizable, but somehow so utterly himself that he couldn’t question it. He remembered plans. He remembered a snapping sound, a leap, a bunch of things that didn’t really add up, didn’t paint any picture that made sense.

But that was because it was a nightmare, Harry reminded himself.

Until he got out of bed and saw and dark blades of grass clinging to his feet.

( Peter )

( Lorna )

( Peter )

I think I woke up on the wrong side of the floor this morning. Consider yourselves warned.

( Peter )

Christmas vacation: I could stay here, or I could travel. Any thoughts? (If I travel, it'll be with the usual suspects, so you guys have a say).

( Peter )

( Felicia )

I’m looking handsome today, if I do say so myself.

Peter Parker's Thanksgiving bash, here I come!

If you've never been you are missing out. His Aunt May is one hell of a lady and an even better cook. And I don't mind being a homebody for a day if it involves home cooked food I didn't have to order in from somewhere. No, I'm getting there early while cooking is still going on.

The smells. The sneaking-tastes. It's a once a year feast.

( Peter )