| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 16:26:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Evidently while I spent all of my Saturday evening on Prefect Duty, the rest of the castle decided to spend their night in various shades of inebriation and disgusting sap-filled romance. It's nice to know that I do all the work around here while the staff goes off and has parties. Now I see why I was put on Prefect Duty at 10 pm on a Saturday evening. It wasn't to keep the students in line, of course. It was so the professors could get smashed and leave me to clean up their mess.
Spotted returning from Lupin's party well past curfew (but of course, since they were with professors, naturally they're all exempt): Gladys Weasley and Chang, practically frothing from their knickers. Of course, this is most interesting, considering that Chang is of age and should hardly be corrupting a minor by keeping her out at all hours, but Dumbledore as always turns a blind eye when it comes to Gryffindors. Incidentally, I'm starting to wonder if Chang hasn't cast a testosterone spell on herself, as her arms are starting to look thicker than Viktor Krum's. I would know, of course. Krum visited the Manor a few times for dinner, along with some of the other better Quidditch players in the league.
Father and Mother went to Lupin's party as well, and I can only hope they managed to escape the plebeian festivities unscathed.
Returning to my dormitory early in the morning, it turned out that it had been broken into. My private things had been violated. My bureau was charmed onto the ceiling, and my chair and nightstand were standing on top of each other. Not to mention the fact that the bed was turned over and standing on its posts. It's flattering to know that someone would go to such lengths to convince me that a poltergeist had visited my room, considering that the only poltergeist Hogwarts has is Peeves, and terror in the heart he does not strike. I'd suspect the house-elves if they actually had any magic that was worth anything. It took me two sodding hours to get all the furniture down, and of course Crabbe and Goyle slept right through it. Assumedly they slept through the act itself as well. This is a complete an utter outrage. You'd think that they'd bother guarding the dormitory when I'm not here to watch it, but apparently they don't care if my things get raped. It's such a pity when I'm the only person around who looks out for the school's most prized student.
Comments:
| divineparvati @ 2003-03-23 04:10 pm UTC |
I would henceforth like to point out my correctness in your reading. Tidying up, were you? Fascinating, truly.
| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 04:25 pm UTC |
I was not tidying up. A Malfoy doesn't tidy. I was piecing together my broken privacy.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 04:26 pm UTC |
Not to mention that your 'reading' instructed me to put all cleaning off until later, which clearly I was unable to do.
(parent)| divineparvati @ 2003-03-23 04:30 pm UTC |
Perhaps your only 'loved ones' are your pieces of furniture.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 04:36 pm UTC |
Oh, well that would be a shame, now wouldn't it? How ever would the world go on without the pleasure of my charitable company?
(parent)| divineparvati @ 2003-03-23 04:58 pm UTC |
In exactly the same way it's been going on since before you were born, I presume. The world isn't run by people, but by a presence - a power. It's a pity that most of you just don't realise this.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 08:00 pm UTC |
Yes, the Malfoy name certainly is a great power, isn't it?
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 06:59 pm UTC |
Little? Oh, I'd think that would make you attracted to me then. Since you apparently like little girls, why not 'little boys' as well?
(parent)| seekercho @ 2003-03-24 12:14 pm UTC |
Because I'm afraid the little boys are all reserved for you.
| potterstinks @ 2003-03-23 08:47 pm UTC |
You're right, you know. For instance, I don't know who you are or why you feel the need to comment on my journal regularly.
(parent)| goyle @ 2003-03-24 12:05 pm UTC |
sorry had lojed chees in eer so cudnt heer crab snoring but then cudnt heer nething else remynder iff yu reely need help to wayk me up hit me free times with the broan chaer nuthing else werks
| potterstinks @ 2003-03-25 11:25 am UTC |
Specifically the brown chair? Well, no wonder. Here I'd thought any old chair would do. Good to know, Goyle.
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