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I advise that you all take a look at my livejournal layout, as it is quite good, if I do say so. Having a paid account, of course, I can customise these things. Naturally, I didn't do any of the grunt work myself. I hired Madame Esmerelda Phoenix, the Wizard Webmaster, and don't any of you think about doing it. You could surely never afford her. I believe she is all the rage now. And, of course, most of you are far too poor to even afford a paid account. It is, quite clearly, the only way to handle having a livejournal, and some of us just prefer to have the finer luxuries of life.
Speaking of luxuries, My Father has sent me a trunk full of an assortment of things to replace the ones that the house-elves have stolen throughout the term. He has, of course, ensured that I am the only one able to open it, so I don't recommend that any of you try stealing anything. Honestly. While I understand that quite a few of you are underprivileged, that is no reason to take it out on those of us whom are exceedingly wealthy.
I had a lovely afternoon tea with Pansy yesterday, which seems to be becoming a regular habit between the two of us. Of course, I am quite certain that, since most of you don't know the meaning of the word 'date', you have no idea how enjoyable the company of a nice witch such as Pansy is. But I don't suggest that any of you try hitting on her now, just because I've done it. You see, Pansy has taste.
I almost ended up late for Quidditch practice as a result--a disaster nearly avoided, until, of course, I'd finally reached the changing rooms and He-Who-Should-Never-Have-Been-Named came along to botch my schedule and make me even more late. He wanted that soddingly ugly dragon back. I, for one, am sick of hearing about that bloody dragon. So I gave it to him. Go on about how awful old Malfoy is, but the fact remains that I did a charitable thing, there. Of course, Mother says that witches and wizards of wealth and position should donate to one charity every five years or so, so I suppose that was mine. Then again, I've still received no proof that that thing belonged to them, so you might want to look into that, Professor Snape.
Of course, I ended up nearly thirty-five minutes late for practice, at which point Millicent decided that, for some reason, as Beater, it was her responsibility to scold me for being late while waving her club menacingly. Not only that, but she decided to scold me publicly, as well. Therefore, Slytherin Quidditch Team, I think you'll all be glad to know that there will be another practice on Wednesday at 0530. I do hope, Millicent, that you'll show me a good example of punctuality by being prompt. I may be a bit late, of course, since I certainly don't want to get up that early, so you can all feel free to start without me. I will, however, be made aware of anyone whom is late.
The team is looking adequate this year. I'd say we are, of course, the best in the school, and as good as (if not better than) the Falmouth Falcons. I just wish that fantastically ugly Chaser on the team whose name I can't be bothered to remember would give up on Cobbing. There's no use doing it to your own players. Pritchard, one of the other Chasers, was in the infirmary for four days after a practice last week because of all the Cobbing. Not that I mind him taking an injury for the team, of course. I just think it's no help to us if he comes back smelling of moths.
I've been trying to convince our Keeper to teach herself the Starfish and Stick, but she refuses after our old Keeper did it last term and had to fall off the team. Honestly, if these people aren't willing to put in a little more effort, I'll have to replace them.
Speaking of luxuries, My Father has sent me a trunk full of an assortment of things to replace the ones that the house-elves have stolen throughout the term. He has, of course, ensured that I am the only one able to open it, so I don't recommend that any of you try stealing anything. Honestly. While I understand that quite a few of you are underprivileged, that is no reason to take it out on those of us whom are exceedingly wealthy.
I had a lovely afternoon tea with Pansy yesterday, which seems to be becoming a regular habit between the two of us. Of course, I am quite certain that, since most of you don't know the meaning of the word 'date', you have no idea how enjoyable the company of a nice witch such as Pansy is. But I don't suggest that any of you try hitting on her now, just because I've done it. You see, Pansy has taste.
I almost ended up late for Quidditch practice as a result--a disaster nearly avoided, until, of course, I'd finally reached the changing rooms and He-Who-Should-Never-Have-Been-Named came along to botch my schedule and make me even more late. He wanted that soddingly ugly dragon back. I, for one, am sick of hearing about that bloody dragon. So I gave it to him. Go on about how awful old Malfoy is, but the fact remains that I did a charitable thing, there. Of course, Mother says that witches and wizards of wealth and position should donate to one charity every five years or so, so I suppose that was mine. Then again, I've still received no proof that that thing belonged to them, so you might want to look into that, Professor Snape.
Of course, I ended up nearly thirty-five minutes late for practice, at which point Millicent decided that, for some reason, as Beater, it was her responsibility to scold me for being late while waving her club menacingly. Not only that, but she decided to scold me publicly, as well. Therefore, Slytherin Quidditch Team, I think you'll all be glad to know that there will be another practice on Wednesday at 0530. I do hope, Millicent, that you'll show me a good example of punctuality by being prompt. I may be a bit late, of course, since I certainly don't want to get up that early, so you can all feel free to start without me. I will, however, be made aware of anyone whom is late.
The team is looking adequate this year. I'd say we are, of course, the best in the school, and as good as (if not better than) the Falmouth Falcons. I just wish that fantastically ugly Chaser on the team whose name I can't be bothered to remember would give up on Cobbing. There's no use doing it to your own players. Pritchard, one of the other Chasers, was in the infirmary for four days after a practice last week because of all the Cobbing. Not that I mind him taking an injury for the team, of course. I just think it's no help to us if he comes back smelling of moths.
I've been trying to convince our Keeper to teach herself the Starfish and Stick, but she refuses after our old Keeper did it last term and had to fall off the team. Honestly, if these people aren't willing to put in a little more effort, I'll have to replace them.