| potterstinks @ 2003-05-16 07:34:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
Well, I'm certainly having a wonderful time on my project. It's a shame you all haven't got the great partner I have. Now that I've been partnered with Potter, my days are infinitely better. I can hardly believe it is going to end. What shall happen now? How will I spend my evenings? What without Potter, I am certain I will find nothing to do. Oh, I know. I could take up bee-keeping.
I've yet to figure out why Dogear Wryde has a computer in nearly every room. I have not yet checked the lavatory, though I intend to do so this evening. After missing two nights of work, I'll probably have to work extra hours on the project just to make certain it's complete. Fantastic. At least then I can sneak a look at Black's wardrobe.
I fell asleep in Arithmancy yesterday, and sure enough, when I awoke Professor Vector was there with a scone. I wondered, for a moment, if she'd intended to smash it into my face so that she could laugh about it privately when I awoke with a face full of pastry, but it seemed she wanted only to inquire about my sleeping habits. Having let me out of detention temporarily to work on my Astronomy, I suppose she assumed I was unable to sleep without her advice. I am quite well-rested today and slept pleasantly last evening.
I had hoped to see My Mother last night, but as it turned out she was having tea with Professor Vector.
I see Finch-Fletchley and Macmillan have discovered that Creevey is an Evil Overlord. Well, colour me embarrassed. Here I'd thought Creevey was just an imbecile. No, no. As it turns out, he's a Dark Lord with an agenda. Oh, yes, Hogwarts. Fear the wrath of Colin Creevey, for when it comes, it comes with bloody death and possible photographic blackmail. Also high-pitched whinging.
Potter, I will retrieve you at 2100. Be late and face the wrath of a thousand hellfires.
Comments:
| sinistra @ 2003-05-16 02:43 am UTC |
Good morning to you, Mr Malfoy. If that's how you feel I'd be more than happy to partner you and Mr Potter for the full remainder of term.
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-16 02:48 am UTC |
Oh, how generous of you, Professor Sinistra. I couldn't ask for such a large gift.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2003-05-16 05:34 am UTC |
Draco,
I shall be at Dogear Wryde tonight if you would like to speak with me. I miss you.
Love,
Mother
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-16 07:05 am UTC |
Mother,
I will also be at Dogear Wryde this evening. I suppose that I can retrieve Potter early and meet with you, in the kitchens if you'd like. Evidently Potter cooks.
| just_harry @ 2003-05-16 12:29 pm UTC |
So when are you coming to get me? And I don't think your mum would want to eat anything I could cook.
(parent)| just_harry @ 2003-05-17 05:41 pm UTC |
She's braiding it now, you know, with ribbons and everything. You should point it out to Millicent. She might want to try it, too.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2003-05-17 08:24 pm UTC |
You will not find what it is you so desire under my robes.
Tell me exactly how hard your life is.
M. B.
| just_harry @ 2003-05-17 10:35 pm UTC |
Gosh, Millicent, it's not that bad. And I don't want to know what's under your robes. I just thought you might like the tip.
(parent)| petitemillicent @ 2003-05-17 10:44 pm UTC Re: |
You have hurt my feelings.
I feel the need to delete my journal now.
M. B.
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-18 02:40 am UTC |
He ate them, all right? I don't draw.
Is it still there?
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-18 03:02 am UTC |
I don't care. Now if you'd like. I'm certainly not doing anything.
(parent)| blondenarcissa @ 2003-05-16 05:18 pm UTC |
Draco,
I would love nothing more than to meet you later on this evening. I am so looking forward to seeing you once more.
Love,
Mother
| finch_fletchley @ 2003-05-16 10:06 am UTC |
You never know. It's always the people you least suspect, isn't it.
| potterstinks @ 2003-05-16 10:47 am UTC |
Actually, it's usually the person who says, 'It's always the person you least suspect.'
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