| potterstinks @ 2002-06-08 23:51:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
I was patrolling the corridors after curfew last night, since we Prefects do such things, and who should walk into me? Granger. The girl had this dreamy look on her face. Apparently, the filth has got so bad that it's blocked her ability to walk in a straight line. I nearly suffocated on the tornado of hair that reached forward to choke me. Honestly, should someone who is this much of a danger to others be allowed to remain a Prefect? The school should seriously rethink who they hand responsibility and privilege to.
Aside from that unpleasantness, I was patrolling the corridors and found those two Hufflepuffs, Finch-Fletchley and Abbott, doing quite a bit of whispering in the North Tower. Here I'd thought Bones fancied Finch-Fletchley. And they call Hufflepuffs loyal. Anyway, since it's my duty to take care of such miscreant Hufflepuffs, the staff will be pleased to know that I made quite sure they wouldn't be sneaking out after dark again. No need to worry, though - the curse should wear off in a few days. And I don't want to hear any complaints about my using a curse on them, either. They were stark raving mad! They tried to resist with violence. And blubber.
This morning, while I was at the Owlery sending a letter home to My Loving Mother, I managed to catch a bit of the Ravenclaws practising, likely for their game against Gryffindor in a few weeks. Normally, I wouldn't encourage another Quidditch team, but Gryffindor has certainly been looking less than fully there this term. In fact, one might say that the Gryffindor Quidditch team was off its rocker. I expect Ravenclaw will win.
As I'm sure everyone was witness to, I received my usual package from home this morning. Mother really outdid herself this time. Of course, I suppose she's read my journal, and seen all the suffering I've had to go through due to living in such a tin of sardines as Hogwarts. Surely she feels regretful of this. I've sent off money to Madam Malkin's for new dress robes. With any luck, they won't botch the job.
Oh, and Goyle - there's a new sodding dictionary in your trunk.
At dinner this evening, a certain gothic with was talking my ear off with adoration for me. How sleek my hair is, what a nice smirk I have. How nice my hands are (so polished and unused). How nicely I've grown. I suspect someone was trying to get around to asking me to the Bleu Ball. I will pick my date when I pick my date. Some people just don't know when to shut up, you know?
Comments:
| blondenarcissa @ 2002-06-09 06:01 am UTC |
Delighted you liked your package, and do keep me apprised of the details of your new dress robes.
But no more of this silly griping about Hogwarts. Suffering? You don't know what suffering is until you've experienced a bikini wax, darling. Of course your classmates -- and, I daresay, a good proportion of your teachers -- are your inferiors in every possible respect. But don't lower the family name into the mud by deigning to trouble yourself with them further. You must simply rise above them. You will, for example, note my laudable temperance in responding to certain slanderous comments regarding the natural color of my hair. Your father has also been conspicuously silent of late. Let we, your parents, be your guide.
Besides, as you well know, we simply couldn't find another tutor who would agree to work with you, my little terror. And, purely as a side note, having a teenaged son under one's roof when one looks barely out of adolescence oneself can raise awkward questions. Mummy Mother is sure you understand
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 09:17 pm UTC |
Yes, Mother, the package was fine. Yes, Mother, I realise I am your favourite son. Yes, Mother, your hair is fine.
(parent)| theirishwonder @ 2002-06-09 05:38 pm UTC |
Honestly Malfoy, if Hogwarts is such a depressing testament to the inferiority of others, and far below you in all respects, why don't you just leave?
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 09:18 pm UTC |
But then, who would you be left to fantasise about, Ireland? Think of it as charity.
(parent)| theirishwonder @ 2002-06-09 09:22 pm UTC Re: |
Some of us could do without your particular brand of charity.
And truth be told, you interest me about as much as well, someone who doesn't interest me at all.
If I fantasied about you, I think I'd jump off a cliff quick smart than endure the humilation.
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 09:33 pm UTC |
You ought to prepare yourself to jump off a cliff, then. Don't think I didn't see you staring at me in Care of Magical Creatures last week.
(parent)| theirishwonder @ 2002-06-09 09:47 pm UTC Re: |
I wasn't looking!!!
Says something about you if you need to believe that people are looking at you.
Feeling a little too much self-love, are we?
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 09:57 pm UTC |
Oh, you can never have too much self-love. And by "you" I mean "me."
(parent)| theirishwonder @ 2002-06-09 10:35 pm UTC |
Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Considering that no-one else could ever love the conceited little prat, Draco's just admitted that he can never get too much 'self-love'.
I suppose that helps you whilst away the hours all alone in the Slytherin Dungeons, doesn't it Malfoy?
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 11:14 pm UTC |
You'd certainly know a thing or two about that, wouldn't you, Ireland? Considering the fact that no one in this school, and I do mean no one, would touch you with a thirty foot broomstick. You needn't take out your pitiful sexual frustration by pinning it on me, now. After all, I can hardly help it if you're the only one of your persuasion in these parts. Perhaps you ought to transfer to Durmstrang. I hear you'd have more luck with some of the more masculine females there. Surely, as long as the girl has a moustache, you can just pretend.
(parent)| susanbones @ 2002-06-09 10:39 pm UTC |
your such a jerk, malfoy! i hope professor sprout gives you a detention! >:o and i hope you get a bunch of points taken for slytherin for doing whatever you did to hannah and justin.
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-09 11:16 pm UTC |
Now, now, Bones. No need to get your panties in a twist because you're being left out of those dull Hufflepuff love triangles. I think that'll be two points from Hufflepuff for your cheek.
(parent)| goyle @ 2002-06-10 09:32 pm UTC |
I guess you are forgiven for that thing you said.
Thank you.
The one I got off the internet was Scandinavian. Stupid sodding M U G G L E thing.
| potterstinks @ 2002-06-10 11:02 pm UTC |
Of course I am.
Why are you trying to buy anything off of the Internet? The place is infested with Muggles, in case you hadn't noticed. Of course you're not going to get superior merchandise. Just let me handle things.