potterstinks @ 2003-12-01 12:07:00

Current mood:enraged

Yesterday I received the following.

----- Original Message -----
From: Madam Pince
To: Draco Malfoy
Sent: Sunday, 30 November, 1997 17.10
Subject: Fw: Automated response: violent words used by student.


I HAve you now Malfoy

i'm forwarding this to headmaster


----- Original Message -----
From: Hogwarts Automated E-mail Security Filter
To: pince@nocturnealley.net
Sent: Sunday, 30 November, 1997 17.09
Subject: Automated response: violent words used by student.


Please find as follows an e-mail on the student network flagged for review.

Flagged words in red.

From: Draco Malfoy
To: Millicent
Sent: Sunday, 30 November, 1997 17.06
Subject: QUERY.

Naturally I've removed the text of my original message to Millicent, but needless to say, this is ludicrous. If I'd known my private messages were being read by some sort of filter, I'd have sent elaborate e-mails to Millicent regarding the death of my murdered owl ages ago, complete with bloody details simply to set the filter off. I doubt we were supposed to know it existed, so now I expect Madam Pince has given me an advantage. It's a good thing I didn't mention that Crabbe lives in East Sussex, as I'm sure that would have got me expelled.

It's 1 December, which means there are only thirty days left until my birthday. I do hope Pansy didn't search for a gift for me while she was shopping with the Weaselette, as I'd hate to end up receiving patchwork quilts or something equally Weasellian. If anyone needs my robe measurements, you need only ask.

Today I've got another lesson of Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid to look forward to, as Lupin is evidently missing, judging by the fact that he has a user icon with the keywords 'missing.' Potter and Black have been thundering about the castle for a few days now. Often they have Dumbledore in tow, which is quite surprising given that if you've noticed, Dumbledore never seems to show up other than for meals. Sometimes I even forget he's the headmaster. Anyway, I spotted Potter falling asleep in his eggs this morning until Weasley thoughtfully propped his head up on a tumbler.

Macmillan and Finch-Fletchley appear to be under the impression that there's some sort of Hufflepuff revolution underway, as they spent most of Charms muttering about coming out on top. When I finally kicked the back of Macmillan's chair to stop the racket so I could focus on my work, he shook his fist at me and called me a 'stoolie.'

I still have nearly two hours free until Care of Magical Creatures, so I suppose I'll prepare for my N.E.W.T.s.

Comments:

la_pensee @ 2003-12-01 06:58 am UTC

Darling, don't be silly. Of course, I didn't get your present on that shopping trip. I'd never dream of getting you anything from these local shops.

potterstinks @ 2003-12-01 07:07 am UTC

I can't quite tell what you're doing, given that you've gone shopping with the She Weasley.

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la_pensee @ 2003-12-01 07:09 am UTC

Darling, don't you trust my judgement?

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potterstinks @ 2003-12-01 07:15 am UTC

I only trust my own judgement, actually. It's nothing personal, of course.

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la_pensee @ 2003-12-01 07:21 am UTC

Certainly not, Draco dear. It's one of your most endearing qualities.

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potterstinks @ 2003-12-01 07:23 am UTC

I wasn't actually joking there, although to be sure, it is.

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la_pensee @ 2003-12-01 07:28 am UTC

Dear boy, I assure you that I took your words completely seriously and responded with equal seriousness.

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potterstinks @ 2003-12-01 07:32 am UTC

Then I suppose it shall be pax for the moment.

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la_pensee @ 2003-12-01 07:44 am UTC

I do hope it shall be pax for more than a mere moment, darling. I value your company after all.

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