I'm tired of playing around with you idiots. My head and ribs hurt, I've got bloody Aurors coming in and out like they own the place, and meanwhile my mum looks like she's going to pop in any second, and nobody seems to give a damn. Instead of looking for clouds, how about going out with a little dignity and getting some work done instead. Damned ( Read more... )

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( Private to Pansy Parkinson )

I hate to say I told you so... I think even the greatest minds in the wizarding world knew this was coming.

Oh well. At least you all can be happy that once again, Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup. Bravo.

For the last time, I don't know what's going on you stupid silly lot, so stop asking me. Especially you younger students. Don't tell me you've never seen a lightning storm before. Get a grip.

What the hell is that?

Stop standing around and gawking, damn it. Don't think I won't still take Points from you imbeciles. Salazar.

Well well well. According to that little Ravenclaw I should be tired, exhausted rather than ...how did she put it? 'patently aggressive'. Rather. Sorry Theodore old chum, I know you liked that girl, but I apparently just couldn't help myself ( Read more... )

In an answer to Bones' inane question, I found all the information I needed about a possible future career. For example, I've learned that there are far too many Mudbloods and such working in the Ministry today. It's shocking! When my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, was younger and working in the Ministry, it apparently wasn't surprising to find whole ( Read more... )

( Owl to Pansy Parkinson )

( Warded Owl to Roberto Casal, sent through his man in Azkaban )

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