| boot_boy in nocturne_alley @ 2003-04-17 01:00:00 |
| Current mood: | accomplished |
detention and an ode to Millicent
My unjust detention, served yesterday with that wanker Malfoy and the bravely wounded Thomas was further proof that in this world genius is always cruelly treated by those too plebeian to understand it.
Thomas was very effective at hoisting the machinery and cleaning under it. I helped him as effectively as I could until I sustained a serious injury to my right index finger and was forced to sit out the rest of the detention. Due to the fact that Lupin had earlier confiscated my supply of purple Bertie Bott's beans (they are NOT a controlled substance - they sell them in Zonko's! What's next, robbing the first years of their Fizzing Whizbees? Chocolate Frog raids? Bloody prison warden tactics) I was also suffering from a pounding headache and intermittent uncontrollable tremors. In the throes of one such tremor my left elbow accidentally made contact with Malfoy's solar plexus, triggering an amusingly prolonged gasping fit. Snape says I have to apologize and I have definite plans to work that into my schedule sometime next Tuesday.
I spent the remainder of the detention writing an ode to my lady love Millicent in the dust on the scanner. I shall reproduce it here in all its glory as it deserves to be seen.
An Ode To Millicent Bulstrode, Written Atop A Scanner One Midsummer Evening
Mysterious Millicent
You may be either Hell or Heaven sent
My soul burns for you in torment
I know not what it may bode
Mysterious Millicent
Open your heart to me like a vent
Darkest joy will blossom where we went
O Millicent Bulstrode!
On a final note, it seems that everyone in the school has forgotten that as I won the first duel with Malfoy and the second was techinically a draw, due to Thomas' last -second act of suicidal self-sacrifice, I am still in fact the victor of this particular battle. Therefore I shall be taking Millicent out to dinner on Friday in Hogsmeade. A notre rendezvous, ma petite fleur!
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