| potterstinks @ 2003-03-30 02:07:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Tracey Davis is an absolute atrocity. Our 'date' turned out to be a five minute meeting outside on the grounds of Hogwarts before I spotted her face and had to run off in a fit of masculine terror. There was hair. Her nose was growing. There was discolouration. Fortunately I found Pansy in the common room, which was certainly a solace after the revulsion of the formerly attractive Tracey Davis. The list grows ever smaller.
I've owled Mother today to have some of my spare robes sent to Hogwarts, as I'm now missing a pair due to having to have the algae-ridden set from Lupin's detention sent to the incinerator. And Lupin had the nerve to ask why I wore nice robes to detention. As though I own any that aren't nice. There's never any excuse to underdress, My Father says, and I'm inclined to agree.
Pansy baked biscuits today, which was a thoughtful gesture after she realised my date would go disappointingly. Unfortunately, Millicent also decided my date would end in heartache for Tracey, so naturally she decided it would be in everyone's best interest to charm her cat to say 'Draco' instead of miaowing for the evening. Now the beast is sitting in here and it won't leave me the sod alone. It ate my biscuits. It's been keeping me up all night. She's had it for years. I don't see why it hasn't just keeled over and died yet. I've just been reading about a new form of feline entertainment that I think might be an excellent step for the cat, so I do hope Millicent appreciates that I've already ordered a jar for her.
Tracey hasn't been in the Slytherin girls' dormitory this evening, so I imagine they likely threw her out of Slytherin due to whichever disease caused her to become so terribly ugly. It's quite a shame, as she likely could've gone somewhere without those knickers.
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