( Hexed Private to Self )

In an attempt to mollify my overwhelmingly obsessive fanbase, I will be writing an entry detailing the various occurences in my fascinating life. If this doesn't appease you, nothing will. I do like to be charitable, especially to those who prize Myself above all else. Goyle's mattress is literally coated in my fan-mail at the moment. Of course, I ( Read more... )

And yet, it is a situation which I must endure. A lesser man might have fainted from revoltion at the sheer thought, but naturally, the word "lesser" rarely, if ever, applies to me, and I am not set to fear ( Read more... )

I was contentedly walking down a hallway when I was assaulted by the revolting sight of one of my dim-witted peers crying. Naturally, I assumed that it was because I haven't written in my Wiz-journal in eons, due to the oppressive burden of being so incredibly popular amongst the little people, and decided to do a bit of charity work. I'm quite ( Read more... )

Well, the New Year's Eve Party organized by those two hermaphrodites was entirely pathetic. I only attended to raise the bar slightly, as an act of charity, but of course my generousity went unnoticed. Potter was apparently too frightened of me to make an appearance after our last encounter. I'm not surprised, as I nearly killed him. I expect that ( Read more... )

I have decided that the time has come for a journal entry from Myself. You can save your applause for later, when I arrive at the Winter Formal with a pulchritudinous girl on my arm and am crowned Snow King, though the title seems a bit idiotic, if you ask me. Surely Brown could have thought of something a bit more original, but then again, perhaps ( Read more... )

The first Quidditch match of the season is fast approaching. I have noticed that some people on my team have been complaining about being "worked too hard." Do you imbeciles not want me to win the match on Saturday? You all must practice. Fortunately, I am even quicker on the broom in this form. I expect that Potter is too busy at press conferences ( Read more... )

Today a portrait told me I was the spitting image of my mother ( Read more... )

I am slowly recovering from the traumas which I have suffered over the past several months. I blame this on my housemates, who refused to see that I was obviously under the influence of something, although they have known me for several years and ought to know my behavioural patterns quite well by this time. I cannot put too much blame on Crabbe or ( Read more... )

Fortunately for the lot of you, I have taken the valuable time from my incredibly busy life to update in this wretched thing, although I am generally not a fan of this Wiz Wide Web phenomena. I realise that I have a portable wizbox, but that only means that I am superior to you, not that I like it ( Read more... )