What is wrong with the staff?? Why did they haul them off? This obviously had nothing to do with Blaise or Draco. And Creevey has nothing to do with them.

Blaise mentioned something about you needing work on your charms and spells. I might be willing to help you, but there is a price: information.

Mrs. Weasley - here are my questions. I am not sure if you have dancing lessons every Saturday, but I do not mind biding my time.

Did you always plan on having many children, even if you could not afford them ( Read more... )

Some things are more interesting and productive than whinging about a ruddy school assignment. Especially one coming from a ghost. Nevertheless, I cannot help but balk at the thought that I must associate with the kind of people mother and father always told me to avoid ( Read more... )

The dorm is relatively quiet, sans Pansy. Her Howler was audible here, but I have retained my hearing. I find myself exceedingly thankful she does not wish to continue to say goodnight to her dorm mates all the way from France. I am ever so proud of her and her quick skills when it comes to languages. I feel I must now continue working on my ( Read more... )

Another package from father, this time with a several old French texts he wants me to translate. I will never understand why he feels the need to send me assignments when I am at school. He always wants to make sure I am well-rounded in my knowledge and prepared. Apparently.

Theodore. My mother included a small package for your father. Noblesse ( Read more... )

Father found out about the Quidditch protest and took it as a sign I needed more useful ways to spend my time. As usual, this meant he sent me several books. One was a treatise on the history, cultivation, constituents, and uses of Deadly Nightshade, also known as Belladonna. I started out taking notes only because he'll expect a report, but it ( Read more... )

I'm bored and tired and wet and trying to remember I'm here for the Slytherin Quidditch team. For Draco and Blaise. After all, I don't think my father would be pleased I'm wasting my time out here. In the rain.

Merlin, Scotland is miserable.

I never would have believed I might find refuge in this bloody journal, but anything is better than being surrounded by the Zabini brothers. Mio caro, I cannot believe you are related to those pedantic, obnoxious, forward little ogres. Rudolpho, Fabrizio, Ravioli, Vermicelli, Variations on a theme of Paganini - WHOEVER they were need to count ( Read more... )

I don't know, what say you, caro mio? Perhaps it worked after all and he died. Of course, he was quite alive when I left him.