potterstinks @ 2002-07-21 07:12:00

Current mood:

enraged

Well, well, well. It certainly has been a scandalous week, hasn't it? I do tire of the jealousy that goes on in the minds of so many of my so-called 'peers' at Hogwarts. As can be seen by the fact that Pansy Parkinson was spreading malicious lies about the Malfoy name, witches just have trouble letting go of me.

Since Pansy was so eager to spread these wild rumours, Father decided to call a meeting at the Manor yesterday with the Parkinsons and Professor Snape. As Slytherin's Head of House, Professor Snape, of course, procured the pass for me to go home for the day. Unfortunately, I had to use the Floo Network from Hogsmeade, which was very nearly disastrous. My eyes are rather sensitive to smoke, of course, so it was rather troublesome trying to see and shout out the correct name at the same time. I nearly ended up in a different Manor. The Floo Network is barbaric, anyway.

Mr and Mrs Parkinson were as atrocious as always. I can certainly understand why Father wanted to have their names removed from the Social Register. A bad seed always reflects upon the parents, don't they? It certainly explains some of my other 'peers', as well. When you have a bad cow, you're destined to have a bad calf.

An hour passed, and Pansy still wasn't there. Mr Parkinson, who was late as well due to business, went on and on about how he couldn't imagine where Pansy could be. Of course, he tried to blame it on me. He acted as though it was my responsibility to take her with me, much like a dog to a pound. Mrs Parkinson was trying to convince My Father that nothing was wrong with Pansy at all. Ha! As though Mrs Parkinson knows anything about Pansy anyway. If the harsh accusations and lies she spread my way aren't proof enough, Father says that Pansy's grandmother was stricken with insanity. Evidently, that skips a generation. Of course, it would have been nice if Father had warned me of this.

Finally Professor Snape Apparated onto the grounds and told us Pansy had run off to London like a common vagabond. Rather cowardly, don't you think? She likely knew that her lies had finally got her in trouble. At least she has some sense, then. She knew that the Malfoys were not to be reckoned with.

Father suggested that Pansy be exiled, which was, of course, a brilliant move on his part. I think that the Siberian school of witchcraft and wizardry, Очень маленький и Низший Колледж, would have been absolutely suited for dealing with someone of her mental incapabilities. Unfortunately, Mr and Mrs Parkinson wouldn't hear of it. Mr Parkinson threatened said it wouldn't be practical and Mrs Parkinson went into an absolute fit of hysterics. She pretended to faint, and Professor Snape suggested Beauxbatons. I'd rather Pansy be off to Siberia, but France will have to do.

Mrs Parkinson, of course, pretended it was her idea. She kept saying how a trip to the Continent would clear Pansy's head. Ha ha ha. I likely think not. If anything, it'll probably just drive her even more mad. Which is just fine with me, as long as she's not within a one hundred mile radius. As I said before, I really don't approve of being stalked.

The rest of you should take this as a warning. Quite obviously, My Father can and will do whatever is necessary to ensure that I'm happy at Hogwarts. I'm certain it wouldn't be so hard to get someone expelled.

I'd expected Mother to be at the meeting, but I think she's rather lucky, since she wasn't forced to spend the afternoon with the Parkinsons. I'd meant to go visit her in her chambers, but Father was rather quick to get me sent off back to Hogwarts. He was right, of course, that I needed to return immediately. As a Prefect, I have certain responsibilities to attend to.

I was out on the grounds, and evidently I missed a Prefects' meeting. Of course, I'm not about to ask Granger what I missed. I wouldn't want to catch a disease. I suppose I'll have to bully the Hufflepuff Prefect into telling me as usual. What a bore.

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