potterstinks @ 2003-10-12 17:13:00

Current mood:

enraged

I've just been down to the Quidditch pitch before dinner, and who should I find there but Macmillan. I'm not entirely certain what he was doing, as being the commentator for Quidditch matches hardly entails you practice time with the pitch all to yourself. You'd think he thought he was important. Anyway, he was circling around the pitch on foot and standing around outside the changing rooms. Naturally, being one of the Quidditch captains, I felt it was my duty to see what he was up to. Hufflepuffs, as you may know, are generally up to no good.

Upon sight of me, Macmillan fled pathetically into the Forbidden Forest. I stood around to see if he'd come back, of course, as I'm quite thoughtful that way. When he didn't return in thirty seconds, my feet started to get tired, so I limped back to the castle.

Anyway, I expect Macmillan will soon become a creature of the wild.

Yesterday I found Potter, Weasley and Granger in the library. Granger, snit that she is, had the audacity to inform me that the book I was getting wasn't the proper book for the History of Magic essay we have due next week. Of course, it may not have been the proper book for someone so idiotic as Granger, but I prefer to get more complex books for my essays. Then Weasley and I got into a row over whether or not my book was good enough for crushing his head. Weasley insisted that my book simply wasn't heavy enough to do any damage and asked me to prove him wrong. So, naturally, I was merely performing a scientific experiment when I hit him in the head and I don't see why Professor Vector thought it necessary to take ten points from Slytherin. Also, I don't see what right Potter had to interfere. After all, I'm relatively certain that his head is much too large to have any damage done by a book.

Madam Pince, the unbelievable bint, 'removed' me from the library. This is absolutely ludicrous. How am I expected to learn if bitter old witches are removing me from the library? I didn't even get to take my book.

Clearly I won't be able to finish my History of Magic essay now. I'll simply have to turn in a sheet of parchment informing Professor Binns that Madam Pince stood in the way of my learning. Now I'll never know who won the Mermish Rebellion of 1223. Lord, my life is just over.

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