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I don't quite understand the concept of luck. Quite obviously, if luck were a real thing, some of us would have it, and some wouldn't. But surely those of us who are better than others haven't reached this point because of sheer, dumb luck. It isn't out of luck that I've managed to be this handsome. It isn't because of luck that I'm smarter than the 'Muggle-borns' in this school.
Why on the bloody green earth does anyone wish anyone else luck? Is it to imply that they think they need it? It's supposed to be a charitable wish, apparently. You're wishing someone else good luck. Having been raised in a proper wizarding family, I know that there are methods of making literal wishes come true. Why would you waste one on someone else? I certainly wouldn't.
I hardly think wishing someone luck is a compliment. I've come to the conclusion that it's an insult. There's a silent, 'You're going to need it' on the end of that 'good luck', and I won't stand for it. I won't have anyone wishing me luck. Because while it's supposed to come off as a kind gesture, I'm fairly certain it's a thinly veiled insult. I'm onto you, luck-wishers. More on this as it develops.
In other news, Slytherin plays Hufflepuff in Quidditch this afternoon. We will, of course, be winning. Hufflepuff hasn't seen a win since Diggory was killed. I wonder if that has anything to do with their atrocious robes. Honestly, who would be seen dead in those? Well, I suppose we know the answer to that one, don't we.
I went to bed rather early last night, as I prefer to get a good night's sleep before a match. Not that I need it, of course, but I do like to look my best. Although, really, when do I not look my best?
At any rate, I went to bed early, and not an hour after I'd fallen asleep did Pansy come thundering in, lamenting about some shirt being ruined. She'd been complaining about it all day. Why she thought I might care, I don't know. Of course, the girl has been in love with me since before we even came to Hogwarts, so who am I to curse her out of aggravation? I like to be generous when I can. We Malfoys are a very generous line of people.
Instead, I went and found a first year Hufflepuff and cursed him. Now he can only walk backwards, and can't make any turns. The last I saw of him, he was backing into a suit of armour over and over again, complaining about his spine hurting. Good lord, some people are such babies.
Father seems to be over the little Quidditch Debacle, and has sent me some of my own cutlery, finally. The cutlery here is never adequately cleaned. So, I will be carrying my own sterling silver Malfoy cutlery in a patented leather carry-case each evening. I'm sure others will become jealous, but keep in mind that if you try to steal it, I'll use your fingernails for a Hair-Loss Potion.
Goyle has been acting oddly lately. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that Crabbe has been skipping meals. Perhaps Crabbe is anorexic now. Ha ha ha.
Oh, and I'd nearly forgotten. I caught Largebottom and Brown giggling at each other a few days ago. He asked her to 'pet his frog.' A more offensive spectacle, I cannot recall.
Why on the bloody green earth does anyone wish anyone else luck? Is it to imply that they think they need it? It's supposed to be a charitable wish, apparently. You're wishing someone else good luck. Having been raised in a proper wizarding family, I know that there are methods of making literal wishes come true. Why would you waste one on someone else? I certainly wouldn't.
I hardly think wishing someone luck is a compliment. I've come to the conclusion that it's an insult. There's a silent, 'You're going to need it' on the end of that 'good luck', and I won't stand for it. I won't have anyone wishing me luck. Because while it's supposed to come off as a kind gesture, I'm fairly certain it's a thinly veiled insult. I'm onto you, luck-wishers. More on this as it develops.
In other news, Slytherin plays Hufflepuff in Quidditch this afternoon. We will, of course, be winning. Hufflepuff hasn't seen a win since Diggory was killed. I wonder if that has anything to do with their atrocious robes. Honestly, who would be seen dead in those? Well, I suppose we know the answer to that one, don't we.
I went to bed rather early last night, as I prefer to get a good night's sleep before a match. Not that I need it, of course, but I do like to look my best. Although, really, when do I not look my best?
At any rate, I went to bed early, and not an hour after I'd fallen asleep did Pansy come thundering in, lamenting about some shirt being ruined. She'd been complaining about it all day. Why she thought I might care, I don't know. Of course, the girl has been in love with me since before we even came to Hogwarts, so who am I to curse her out of aggravation? I like to be generous when I can. We Malfoys are a very generous line of people.
Instead, I went and found a first year Hufflepuff and cursed him. Now he can only walk backwards, and can't make any turns. The last I saw of him, he was backing into a suit of armour over and over again, complaining about his spine hurting. Good lord, some people are such babies.
Father seems to be over the little Quidditch Debacle, and has sent me some of my own cutlery, finally. The cutlery here is never adequately cleaned. So, I will be carrying my own sterling silver Malfoy cutlery in a patented leather carry-case each evening. I'm sure others will become jealous, but keep in mind that if you try to steal it, I'll use your fingernails for a Hair-Loss Potion.
Goyle has been acting oddly lately. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that Crabbe has been skipping meals. Perhaps Crabbe is anorexic now. Ha ha ha.
Oh, and I'd nearly forgotten. I caught Largebottom and Brown giggling at each other a few days ago. He asked her to 'pet his frog.' A more offensive spectacle, I cannot recall.