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Clearly someone in this castle hates me. Once again I've found myself trapped in the library with an endless supply of Gryffindors, none of which seem to possess even the slightest ability to distinguish between white gold and silver, I am quite sure. It's a complete chore having to spend one's time surrounded by Neanderthals, particularly in one's free time. This, of course, is why I simply don't delight in spending weekends at Hogsmeade. Of course, the change of locale is always welcome compared to the drear of Hogwarts, but the society of ugly pupils remains the same. Here I am again, simply trying to complete my Potions essay, and the Gryffindors attack. They cannot bombard in groups of one or two; no, no. Evidently they need to update their journals in groups of six or more. I suppose when one is so stupid that one cannot find the shift key, they'll need to update in groups. Lovely. Truly.

knight_to_h3 @ 2003-02-09 07:55 pm UTC

You only wish you had friends, Malfoy!

potterstinks @ 2003-02-09 07:57 pm UTC

Yes. Do you think they'd make me a spiffing layout like yours? I knew there was something lacking in my life.

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knight_to_h3 @ 2003-02-09 08:17 pm UTC
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You know what?

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Draco Malfoy: I strike fear into the hearts of many.

potterstinks @ 2003-02-09 08:42 pm UTC

What, Weasley?

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knight_to_h3 @ 2003-02-09 08:46 pm UTC

Fuck off.

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potterstinks @ 2003-02-09 08:47 pm UTC

Charming. Have you considered expanding your vocabulary, or has potty training proved to be too difficult of a task to move on from?

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la_pensee @ 2003-02-10 09:55 pm UTC

Oooh, Draco, how awful for you.

potterstinks @ 2003-02-10 11:40 pm UTC

Yes, and where were you? Millicent came along eventually, but all she did was step on Potter's foot and said nothing.

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la_pensee @ 2003-02-11 06:14 am UTC

I didn't realize you needed Millicent and I to come rushing to your rescue. If I had, you know I would have been there darling.

But if you must know where I was, I had been trying to whip up a batch of Chocolate Covered Snore-Be-Gone from a recipe Madame Pomfrey gave me. I was hoping to send some to Crabbe since you can't sleep with him snoring every night - after all, I would hate to see all this lack of sleep will affect your usually so pleasant disposition. I tried it on a house elf, however, it only made his nose disappear...

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