| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 19:42:00 |
| Current mood: | enraged |
My Father's birthday was 23 September, and as I've always felt it was a day that should be publicly honoured, I merely suggested to Professor McGonagall that I shouldn't have to attend lessons that day. Of course, I would have gone directly to the Headmaster, as I'm not certain that the Deputy Headmistress qualifies as someone with much power, but I couldn't get into his office. And while I've mentioned that, I'd just like to ask what the point of that is. Yes, that's very wise. Have the Headmaster's office be entirely inpenetrable. It's a good thing I hadn't just had a limb amputated by another student or something. What if I was coming to him to report a murder? I wouldn't even get to do it. I'd be stuck standing outside shouting at gargoyles.
Anyway, McGonagall found me so I asked her instead, and of course she couldn't see the reasoning behind me taking a day off from lessons to honour My Father's birthday. Personally, I think she just doesn't have the authority to grant permission for things like that, but I graciously accepted this and agreed to go to lessons despite the fact that Father's birthday really is rather like a holiday. Now the school owls are taking far too long to deliver Father's gift. I realise it weighs several stone, but you'd think they could be a bit more prompt.
It would seem that the Gryffindor Quidditch team tryouts are tomorrow afternoon. I don't see why they've not done them yet. I did ours ages ago and Ravenclaw's done theirs as well. I suppose Landgreen is just slow on the uptake.
The other day I went to retrieve a cinnamon stick from Crabbe in the library. First off, why was Crabbe in the library? Isn't that a bit odd? Anyway, I went to retrieve a cinnamon stick for my tea, despite the fact that my tea was already getting cold, because Crabbe refused to bring it to Slytherin. Upon my arrival, Crabbe proceeded to punch me in the back of the head. Naturally this caused me to collapse on the floor and rendered me an invalid for several minutes, during which Crabbe kicked me in the feet and possibly yelled some sort of ritual yell. What did Madam Pince do? Absolutely nothing. I don't particularly care that she was on the other side of the library. She has ears like someone who's lost their sense of sight. I'm certain she could have heard what was going on if she'd tried. Finally some other students heard the commotion and flailed uselessly at Crabbe. Of course, I expect they were rather afraid of him, so all they did in the end was grab me by the collar and drag me out of the library. In the end, Crabbe came running out of the library with Bones behind him. Apparently she's decided that since I'm a friend of Millicent's, I must be quite sweet.
I don't know why she started crying, anyway.
Queenie Greengrass, on the other hand, seems to be spending her time crying in toilets owing to the face that she's a poor Quidditch player. Pansy got stuck with comforting her the other evening, and now Queenie's been giving me odd looks during History of Magic. I don't know why everyone expects they'll instantly make the Quidditch team. Please. I'm not a fool.
At any rate, I've not yet done my Defence Against the Dark Arts reading, so I'll have to now look at that and think about whether or not I want to.
Comments:
| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 05:18 pm UTC |
Allow me to just get the list of names I thoughtfully took down while I was being kicked.
(parent)| turpinol @ 2003-09-25 05:20 pm UTC |
You can't remember anyone? I thought your memory was better than that.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 05:28 pm UTC |
Fine. But I'm not making any guarantees, and you'd better remember that I helped you out, because I certainly will.
Me, Crabbe, Lansing, Bones, Finch-Fletchley, Weasley, Sloper, Gross, Baddock, Macmillan, Whitby, Bolish, Mullarkey, a fat witch with glasses, Zeller, Lovegood, that albino looking second year, the Weaselette, Pritchard, that fourth year witch who gave herself a horn last week.
| erniemacmillan @ 2003-09-25 06:40 pm UTC |
Yeah, and be grateful, too! I'm the one who got your shoe after it fell off!!
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 06:15 pm UTC |
Oh Draco darling, I can't believe Vincent did that to you. How atrocious! He tends to get a bit barbaric I suppose. Do you still hurt at all or has Madame Pomfrey done an adequate job? I do hope you're quite all right and let me know if there is anything I can do to aide you.
P.S. In regards to the cinnamon stinks, you needn't bother yourself with asking Vincent for them if you do not wish to. You know I could get them for you easily enough, dearest.
| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 06:28 pm UTC |
Oh, I'm fine now. I could get cinnamon sticks as well, but there didn't seem to be a point when Crabbe had a whole box, you understand. Evidently he's using sweets as a trick to lure people in for poundings now. Don't worry, though, I'm fine.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:26 pm UTC |
Of course, you are quite right Draco darling. If he'd had so many, he ought have shared them, especially with you.
In any case, I am relieved to hear that you are well. I wouldn't have gotten a wink of sleep if you'd still been in any pain.
| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 07:28 pm UTC |
Rest assured that I am as perfect as usual. Of course, Crabbe is intent on taking my position on the Quidditch team, but somehow I think I'll overcome that battle.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:34 pm UTC |
You could fly circles around him, darling.
Besides, aren't seekers typically slight and slim like yourself? I can't see myself ever using such words to describe Vincent.
| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 07:40 pm UTC |
Yeah, Seekers are meant to weigh less than a tonne, so I suppose that leaves Crabbe out. That's too bad.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:48 pm UTC |
Perhaps you could give Vincent some kind of "honourary" position, like supplying water for the Slytherin players during the game. That way he could still feel as if he were part of the team.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 07:52 pm UTC |
If I gave everyone an honourary position who wanted one, we'd have about thirty people on the team.
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:59 pm UTC |
You're of course right as always, Draco dearest. I was only hoping to thin out the group of Slytherin spectators I suppose. I don't want to end up sitting on somebody's lap again because certain people have taken up more than their share of seating.
(parent)| knight_to_h3 @ 2003-09-25 08:02 pm UTC |
Are you a nutter??? I'm sure you'll have plenty of room!!
(parent)| knight_to_h3 @ 2003-09-25 08:09 pm UTC |
What do you mean, how's it been treating me? Like a week! Like a week treats you!
(parent)| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:30 pm UTC |
I haven't the faintest clue what "barbic" means because I don't believe it exists in the English language. If you meant "barbaric" I can define that for you easy as a wink.
barbaric
adj.
| la_pensee @ 2003-09-25 07:45 pm UTC |
In the use of "barbaric" I had referred to the latter definition given, darling. You see you hadn't the proper restraint to keep yourself from trouncing my boyfriend.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 06:30 pm UTC |
What would you have rather I done, Crabbe? Put you on the team so we could lose every match and you'd be to blame? Or would you rather I'd said, 'No, Crabbe, you're quite good at Quidditch' and lied? Honestly, pull yourself together.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 07:15 pm UTC |
Oh, that's a good idea, Crabbe. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it.
(parent)| susanbones @ 2003-09-25 06:48 pm UTC |
you cant put someone on the quidditch team just because their your friend you know.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2003-09-25 06:51 pm UTC |
Oh no. That was not my intention at all. I am devastated.
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