| potterstinks @ 2003-01-20 15:58:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
I hate this school.
Evidently, Lupin assigned us with an essay on the Loch Ness Monster before the holidays. As though anyone had the time to work on essays, let alone even remember that we had them. Of course, I'm sure some people had simply pathetic holidays in which they spent plenty of time revising, but I, on the other hand, have a life.
Rather than spend the past weekend relaxing, I was forced to spend it researching the Loch Ness Monster while our Care of Magical Creatures professor romped about as a werewolf. Do you really think a professor has any room to punish a student for not having an essay completed on Monday morning when he himself spent the weekend trying to convince himself not to eat our flesh? No, I don't think so. I hardly think a lack of work compares to a night of being a carnivorous beast.
In any case, Crabbe's snoring has miraculously become louder since we've returned to Hogwarts, despite all efforts from Goyle and myself to latch his nostrils and mouth shut with Spellotape. Last evening I slept in the common room. The common room. A Malfoy should never sleep in any sort of room that has the word 'common' in its name, but there was little choice, since Pansy and Millicent refused to spare any room in their dormitory. In the morning, that filthy little third year, Pritchard, hadn't even prepared my breakfast.
As a Prefect, it has always been my duty to be sure that the younger Slytherins learn their responsibilities, so I've taken on the task of instructing them to bring me my breakfast, shine my shoes, things like that. Pritchard apparently assumed that I was ill because I had spent the evening in the common room and decided that I didn't need any nourishment. I suppose it's just as well, as he often burns the toast, but it's rather funny to make him eat it himself and get me new toast. Once again, Millicent refused to share any of her breakfast.
Tonight, we dress Crabbe as Millicent while he sleeps and dump him in the girls' dormitory.
I was forced to meet with Potter on Friday, as that riff-raff Gryffindor captain, Landgreen, was in the hospital wing due to an attack from a hedge in Herbology. As you can see, the Gryffindors are quite brave, what with all the hedge-fighting they do. I imagine the whole castle would be under attack of the deadly foliage, had Landgreen not properly killed it. Such heroes they breed in Gryffindor.
Since Slytherin and Gryffindor's practice time ran into one another before holidays, Landgreen and I were to meet to agree on how to share the pitch. The Slytherin captain's work is never done. I was forced to meet with Potter instead, and I must say that the winter is doing nothing for his pasty complexion. We've yet to come up with a reasonable solution, as Potter is a complete tyrant and says I've no need to reserve the Quidditch pitch twenty-four hours a day for six days out of the week. Personally, I like to leave a window before and after practice, but I suppose Potter doesn't bother with that, so surely the other three Houses can all squeeze a little time in on Sundays. Then again, since Potter isn't the Gryffindor captain, I don't see why he should have any say at all.
I've found a solution to the problems my sensitive skin has in the bitter winter air, so I'll be able to have my team out on the pitch earlier than usual. I do hope the rest of the team has suitable alarm clocks.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2003-01-20 07:46 pm UTC |
I hardly think a lack of work compares to a night of being a carnivorous beast.
If you would prefer a lifelong and devastating curse to a short essay on a Scottish legend, Mr Malfoy, then by all means feel free to take a stroll through the Forbidden Forest during the next full moon. Perhaps you will find monthly agonising transformations more enjoyable than schoolwork.
For someone who loathes this school as much as you do, you spend an awful lot of time attempting to avoid the work that will eventually lead to your freedom from it.
I would suggest you pipe down and do your assigned work, without complaint, like everyone else.
- Professor Lupin
| potterstinks @ 2003-01-22 11:04 pm UTC |
Have you just threatened me, Professor? I rather think My Father would be disappointed to hear that the staff at Hogwarts has so declined to the point of threatening its students.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2003-01-27 03:21 pm UTC |
Mr Malfoy, I have no need to threaten you. I would never harm a student. I merely suggested that if you would find an accursed life simpler and more enjoyable than the life of a mediocre Hogwarts student, then there are actions you may take to make that happen. I wouldn't, however, recommend it. I doubt you'd survive just one Transformation.
I also merely suggested that you spend less time complaiing and more time on your schoolwork, lest you torment the school with your continued presence be forced to suffer Hogwarts longer than necessary.
We wouldn't want that, now, would we?
- Prof. Lupin
| la_pensee @ 2003-01-22 08:47 am UTC |
since Pansy and Millicent refused to spare any room in their dormitory.
Draco, darling, you really are so silly at times! I told you in no uncertain terms there was one spot available but you flatly refused my offer. It isn't my fault you didn't want to sleep at the foot of my bed.
| potterstinks @ 2003-01-22 11:02 pm UTC |
I am not going to sleep at the foot of your bed like a mudblooded dog!
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-01-23 06:49 am UTC |
Well, darling, where could you expect to sleep in the girl's room! Really!
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-01-23 05:09 pm UTC |
Millicent could have easily slept on the floor, you realise.
(parent)| crabbe @ 2003-01-22 09:10 pm UTC that was -mean- |
I wouldn't be snoring as much if you hadn't transfigured my nose earlier. Just saying...
| potterstinks @ 2003-01-22 11:03 pm UTC Re: that was -mean- |
It was an improvement, Crabbe. Besides, I had to practise my Transfiguration work on someone, didn't I?
(parent)| crabbe @ 2003-01-22 11:32 pm UTC Re: that was -mean- |
practice on Zabini. Who's going to notice?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-01-22 11:37 pm UTC Re: that was -mean- |
Zabini doesn't even live in our dormitory. It doesn't live in the girls' dormitory, either, and I've never seen it in class. Frankly, I think Zabini is just a myth made up to scare everyone.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2003-01-23 12:55 am UTC |
All you had to do was dress up as a girl.
You refused, no one to blame.
Get your own breakfast.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2003-01-23 01:42 am UTC |
Sorry, but all of the material to dress up as a girl was already being used by you.
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