Ninth Hex-[Written with some Action]
[Supposedly Private, 90% Unhackable]
Funny thing about ruining the universe and throwing it out of whack...yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds.
I have been here for roughly one hundred and thirty-eight days. In that one hundred and thirty-eight days, the following has occurred.
A. I arrived here, and soon came to the conclusion I was the only one here from home.
B. I realized that this place was completely barbaric, and that too many people knew magic.
C. I began doing research.
D. I made some friends. I met some people that weren't quite as annoying as others.
E. Hermione Granger arrived at the beginning of September. She gave me all of the information I needed from home.
F. I started thinking maybe she wasn't quite so annoying. Truce of some kind.
G.Mid-September, Professor Snape and Potter show up.
H. I tried to drown Potter in the lake for being a berk. Hah. Hah. Hah.
I. More people showed up, namely Theo, Weasley, Lovegood, Chang, Lupin, Nymphadora, Potter's mum, my mum, and Tom Riddle.
J. More people left, namely Weasley and a few others.
K. Tom Riddle steadily became a threat.
L. I made some sort of agreement with Potter and company.
M. The world turned itself on its head.
...you know, I'm still trying to figure out how I went from point A to point M in a manner of roughly four and a half months. It doesn't make any bloody sense. You can't just suddenly toss me into some bizarro world where nothing makes sense, pull this world from under my feet and expect it to work. I do not adapt that way! Damn it.
My point here, self, is that things aren't what they used to be. You realize that, don't you? You're a Malfoy, yes, but you're the only Malfoy here. Isn't it time for you to start making your own choices instead of thinking, "What would Father do?" Honestly, Draco. Think about what everyone's been telling you. It's okay, isn't it? To change. Not really. Perhaps I'm just clinging to what still makes sense to me.
Not to mention you've gone and potentially ruined things by opening your big mouth. As usual. Well, how the hell was I supposed to know Riddle was standing there listening in? I don't even know if he heard everything, but it wouldn't surprise me. Always assume the worst so you can have the best plan.
Can't believe I'm actually saying this...think I need Potter's help on this one.
But...she trusts me. She told me so. That's almost a good thing, I think. Considering. Thanks, Hermione. I'm not sure I can trust you quite yet, but it's slowly getting there.
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This is about the point in time I actually miss Hogsmeade. There's nothing to really look at in the shops here, now is there? I suppose I'll just have to settle for what's here.
Does it always snow so much here?
[And then...as an after thought a short time later, more words appear on the page.]
Professor Snape. A word, if you will.
[Again, it's later in the evening and Draco's out stalking wandering the night again. Occasionally one might see a quick dash of silver mist darting out around in front of him, but nothing too solid for very long. Eventually, his wanderings lead him out to the same south lake he's been visiting since he first arrived. Granted, it's December now and it's cold, so the water's frozen.
Thus. This is Draco, carefully walking on the ice where it's solid enough to stand. And still that flash of silver pops out every now and then. Feel free to either write, or find him out there.]
[[ooc: Very slim chances of hacking his private entry, but strikes are still slightly visible.]]