They're watching me.

I can feel their eyes on me all the time. Crabtree has friends I suppose.

Miss Fairlight won't look at me any more. I wonder what the little shit said and to who.

Even Mulciber and Malfoy are looking at me like they don't think they know me.

That little bastard is still in my dreams. Haven't had a good night's sleep in ages ( Read more... )

Laurie's dreamless sleep potion must have been made by a third-year because it's fucking stopped working. I got a few good hours in yesterday and then last night I went to sleep, out like a light and bam! something dragged me right out of my body. But that's not the worst of it. I woke up Baddock and Bulstrode again ( Read more... )

I can’t fucking believe it’s morning already. I want to go back to sleep. I really do. But I keep having dreams that I can’t remember that wake up the whole room. Bulstrode and Baddock are just about ready to kill me and Laurie’s acting like an old lady.

I hate this. Even fucking Dashwood is giving me sympathetic looks, like he actually gives ( Read more... )

Riddle decided to take some time this morning to inform me that he was watching me and that he would not permit me to engage in any inappropriate activities with the younger students ( Read more... )

Lockhart is still pretty. And stuck like glue to Hawkwood, who is trouble walking around in the shape of a girl. Firsties this year in our house largely not as interesting as Lockhart, but Crabtree doesn't seem to have anyone looking after him ( Read more... )

School today. Looking forward to it. Quidditch again. Always look forward to Quidditch.

Mulciber never did loan me those books, damn him. I always let him look at mine. We'll see if he changes his tune when he sees my newest delivery. For Christ's sake, the books I want of his aren't even porn. They're for studying. Just not on the ( Read more... )

Meeting today, not very interesting. Most of the usual suspects present, and very little business done ( Read more... )