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If you must know, I had an altercation with Potter after the Quidditch match Saturday evening. Why yes, I am, in fact, referring to the ridiculous rematch we were forced to have in order to ascertain that Gryffindor would win the Quidditch cup. I shall report on that further down in this entry. For now, the topic at hand is the quarrel I had with Potter. I expect most people aren't aware that Potter's been pestering me ever since our last match. You know, the match that I won. He's been bothering me since then, due to the fact that I no longer speak to him. I can't imagine why he'd be surprised.

Recently I warned Potter that if he didn't answer an inquiry of mine, I'd not speak to him ever again. It would seem that he's incapable of reading English, as he clearly didn't take that to heart. Now that he's discovered that I'm truly ignoring him, he won't leave me alone with his constant barrage of owls and attempts to pull me aside after lessons. Really. As though I have the time to participate in little conferences after lessons. Crabbe and Goyle are always quick to dispatch such unpleasantries, fortunately, so I've managed to avoid his nasal voice for the past week, aside from the unavoidable sound of it in lessons. Nonetheless, after our ludicrous seven minute Quidditch match on Saturday, I decided to confront Potter myself.

It would appear that the Gryffindors have no shame, since they were spotted celebrating on Saturday evening. I don't see what they've to celebrate anyway. It's not as though the rest of them did any of the work. Potter caught the Snitch before anyone even scored, so it's not as though the Weasels added anything to that. Actually, that's something I've always found quite odd about Quidditch, but I suppose that shall have to wait for another time. They were, as I said, celebrating, quite noisily I might add, so I had to wait until some of them left to get food. They were still wearing their Quidditch robes. How very tacky.

I quite calmly confronted Potter in regards to matters I'd tried to bring up with him earlier, and for some reason he felt it was appropriate to get into a yelling match. It seems I managed to horrify him, so I hope this means he's going to leave me alone now. Either way, I'm quite irritated and have been ever since. Today in Care of Magical Creatures, he kept sending me little angrily apologetic looks, but I've had quite enough of him. I don't know why people in this castle don't take my threats seriously, but I suppose that will teach you. I'm sick of it. Potter can yell at me all he likes. I'm able to use Silencing Charms. He's got himself into his own mess, and I'm not going to bother waiting to see if he's able to clean it up. Why anyone thinks I'd bother with such pointless things is beyond me. In fact, I think I shouldn't have deigned to speak to Potter on Saturday in the first place. I must admit I did so because I was irritated, but now I wish I'd just never spoken to him at all, as I suspect he believes I'll now be budging in regards to speaking to him. Yelling is hardly the same. Everyone in this castle is completely unfair.

As promised, my report on the match. I barely got to be on my broomstick. My last Quidditch match at Hogwarts and I was in the air for less than ten minutes. Everyone's now saying it 'serves Slytherin right', but I can't imagine they'd be saying the same about Gryffindor, had we won. We all know Slytherin actually won this match, last week, when I caught the Snitch. Twice. We only lost this week because Potter's a rude, insignificant beast.

To make matters worse, both of our Quidditch teams have been assigned our detentions. I've to clean the trophies with Landgreen on Friday, which will undoubtedly be an experience of great joy. Lord, he's not even in my year. He's practically a child. Why do I get assigned these things?

So that's the last of my being the Slytherin Quidditch captain. I'm not certain how I feel about that, actually, as it's something I rather enjoyed, and now I've no activity to pursue for the rest of Hogwarts. We're leaving in about six weeks, anyway, but Quidditch is the only thing I enjoy here. The Slytherin Quidditch team shall fall apart without me next term, I imagine. Perhaps they'll put me as the new Falmouth captain when I leave Hogwarts. Do you realise that if I don't play professional Quidditch, I'll never participate in a true Quidditch match again? The sport will suffer a great loss if I don't decide to become a Seeker when I leave. We have a pitch at the Manor, and I'm certain Father could arrange for some players to come, but it's not quite the same as being a team captain.

My Father is in Paris, and I can't decide if I'd rather be at the Manor or there. Normally, at any given time I wish I were at the Manor, but I do enjoy France, despite their stubborn inability to speak English.

Millicent's been sleeping in my bed since Saturday, and I don't see why no one's doing anything about it. If I were to up and sleep in Pansy's bed for two nights straight, there would be quite a commotion made. Millicent is the one who is more likely to do something rude to me while I sleep, yet this just carries on. There are romance novels and biscuit crumbs in my bed. Tonight we're planning to write essays and revise for our N.E.W.T.s, which will be terribly interesting. Millicent's essays are always ridiculously long because she refuses to write paragraphs. She feels the need to change lines after every sentence, and the professors stopped allowing her to turn in essays when she was only writing twelve sentences for twenty inch scrolls. Now she just gets assigned word counts while the rest of us are left to toil on with scroll lengths. Sometimes I wish Millicent went to Beauxbatons.

petitemillicent @ 2004-05-11 05:54 am UTC

Be glad I did not bring a hole and a potted plant.

M. B.

potterstinks @ 2004-05-11 06:42 am UTC

Let it go, you great pile of lard.