Just like your father, Potter. He never valued his education either.

It is early in the morning. Too early. My dreams were plagued with images I would rather not know of, however deep they are buried in my mind, like a worm, festering and turning the soil of my thoughts ( Read more... )

I have your potion.

May has arrived quickly with weather I despise. Numerous cooling spells have been administered on the dungeons, as I found that there was a great deal of humidity in the air. I now know, however, that the humidity was due to the swamp that was created in the Slytherin Common Room by Millicent Bulstrode. It was a failure, on my part, to notice this ( Read more... )

There are far more important things to do than to travel half way around the world because a cerebrally-challenged boy who had a nightmare told you to. I would think we would double-check the information; however, I seem to be the only one who has entertained this idea ( Read more... )

Mr. Goyle ( Read more... )

Private Entry

A student is dead.

She wasn't a Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff. She was a Slytherin.

Daphne Greengrass was one of my Slytherins.

I have my suspicions. It is no big secret what turmoil our world is in. I had expected something similar like this to happen, but never, never, did I expect something such as this to ( Read more... )

As I will be attending the Quidditch match, I do not wish to be dissapointed.

I expect a victory, Slytherin.

I do not wish to describe the colour and sheer brightness of my colleague's clothes. I do not wish to even describe my own, seeing as I was forced to wear them. The late birthday celebration was a surprise, I admit, however there are some who simply cannot be seen in anything but black and brown ( Read more... )

If I do find out who the culprit behind those ridiculously pink valentines is, I will not refrain from force-feeding said person a most painful poison. One can tire easily of these cards when you suddenly find your ears being assaulted by the soppy lyrics that suddenly echo around your classroom without warning when a first year bumps their bag and ( Read more... )