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I am beyond exhausted. In fact, I would go so far as to say that I've never been so fatigued and bone weary in all of my years of walking this pathetic planet. Perhaps that may sound uncharacteristically sour, however, I am not full of light and joy today.
Everything started with that doomed Halloween Ball that the Headmaster suggested. First of all, there were many irritating glances exchanged between Sirius and Lupin. Before I could say anything (as if I would) a fight broke out between Potter and Potter. It is unfortunate for Granger, about the whole spitting blood in the face thing. It could happen to anyone, although I must admit that I would probably not be too keen on having a face of blood, no matter whom it belonged to. Minerva is demanding the revoking of Prefect status for Draco. I am not certain if I can win this one. If this is the case, I shall have to appoint another Prefect for Slytherin House.
Then Lucius and Narcissa decided to put on their own affair as to not be outdone. As for the Gala, Sylvia and I had worked out months before that we'd go as each other for Halloween. Of course Sylvia, being female, changed her mind and declared "It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind." I could do nothing except to go ahead with my plan.
Sirius was unpleased and was very churlish to say the least. He wouldn't stand within one foot while I resembled Sylvia. I thought it was rather silly. It was only a costume, but he chose to sulk.
Lupin attended with Charlie Weasley. Sirius sent glares in their direction, and though I'm usually in favor of being generally nasty to Gryffindors, the reason behind his ire was completely lost to me. In fact, I only remembered of it just now.
It started out to be quite an enjoyable time as it allowed me to catch up with Sylvia and Xiomara (looking quite dashing in male drag). We three quickly got down to business and played the "who can drink who under the table" game. Although Sylvia and I had an unfair advantage since we were both doing the Shiva disguise that comes with multiple arms, Xiomara did put up quite a fight. Lucius, a vampire as always. He's been dressing that way since Seventh Year although I must admit, he does make a rather dramatic sight in his full vampire persona. And people think that I look vampiric. Tsk tsk.
The evening quickly went downhill. I exchanged terse words with Lupin, although I don't see why he has a renewed animosity to me, more so than usual. Then Sirius and Lucius exchanged fisticuffs. Sylvia disappeared on me. Then, as I was about to start in on the firewhisky in earnest, Narcissa came up behind me and hexed all off my extra arms. I know she is not exactly fond of Sylvia, but really...it was only a costume.
I found Sylvia again, and we had some laughs over a few (well, perhaps more than a few...more than several, actually) cups of firewhiskey. I must admit that looking like a Muggle clown does have its moments of ironic hilarity, however I pride myself on anti-glamor potions. I don't know whose idea it was, but we thought it would be good fun to transfigure Narcissa's puffskein into a dragon. Sylvia made it an adolescent. We only meant to be helpful as Lucius' complaining about the failed delivery of a chimaera was beginning to wear on our collective nerves.
Apparently adolescent dragons are as temperamental as adolescent humans. To say that the dragon escaped its cage with a bit of ill-temper would be a bit of an underplay on words. Or perhaps that was only my impression through the alcoholic haze that I was in. My Sylvia-Transformation wore off right when the stampeding dragon injured her.
It was a most heinous injury. She almost fainted due to the agony of her pain. I practically had to carry her out of the ballroom. Sirius was most displeased. I exchanged a few terse words with him while Sylvia was weeping piteously in my arms. He simply took one look at her and told me to "Go on, take care of her." I was not about to have a silly argument while poor Sylvia was agonizing in pain, so I left.
Sylvia is on the road to recovery for which I'm thankful. I am at my wit's end from having to grade essays, brew healing potions for her, and forcing her to eat anything at all. Poppy insists that Silvia's injuries are in fact mere flesh wounds that should be "okay" within a few days. I am not so sure, and so I've confined her to bed rest for the next few days.
I haven't seen Sirius since Saturday evening. I'm not sure I can stay awake at this point. I'm off to check on Sylvia one last time and then I'm taking an early night.