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It seems I've finally instilled the fear of god into Potter, as for one, I've still not received my detention due to his clumsy behaviour, and for two, he was practically quaking in his trainers all throughout detention yesterday. Ha ha. As you can see, Potter was obviously quite shaken up by our little encounter, and it seemed to have carried through to the morning.
Of course, I would have updated everyone on this little event yesterday, if not for the fact that our detention took all bloody day and I thought, perhaps, all of my limbs were going to fall off when I returned to Slytherin Tower. Who knows what kind of curses are on the Shrieking Shack? A responsible professor wouldn't have given us detention there, of all places, but I suppose safety isn't a rule that Professor Sinistra abides. That place should be condemned. It could have fallen down on us at any moment. I am quite sure of this, and I'm even more sure that My Father will not be pleased to know that I was stranded there for an entire day.
Even worse is the fact that Professor Sinistra took us into Hogsmeade on foot. Can you imagine? I certainly can, seeing as this is the THIRD TIME I've had to walk to/from Hogsmeade. The THIRD TIME! And this was before we even started our work! She made us walk in single file, too, and of course, I ended up in front of the Weasel, who kept stepping on my heels with his boat-like feet.
Anyway, when we got into Hogsmeade, the Shrieking Shack was in a state of despondent horror, of course. Professor Sinistra took us inside, and a shabbier place, I have never seen. Weasley didn't seem affected at all, as it's probably identical to what his house looks like, but some of us aren't suited to work in such shambles. No wonder it's haunted! The ghosts are probably shrieking about the poor decorating scheme, if nothing else.
Professor Sinistra conjured up all of these bloody tools and told us to get to work. And then--THEN!--she left! She didn't even stay to supervise! She said she was catching up on the sleep she missed "because of us", which really means because of Weasley, and then she locked us in. What if she hadn't been able to get us out? We were stuck in there all day until she decided to come retrieve us. What if she'd forgotten? We all know how Professor Sinistra is. I could have starved. Starving children may be good for a laugh, but it's no laughing matter when it comes to me. She didn't even leave us anything for lunch! It's no wonder I started feeling weak late into the afternoon.
So then we were alone, which is always a brilliant idea, and Weasley proceeded to tap me on the shoulder while wearing a sheet. Really. That's just tasteless. I let out a deep bellow of rage, which of course sent the Weasel into a fit of hysteria, claiming that I was afraid. As though I'd be afraid of the Shrieking Shack. The only thing to fear there is catching poverty, which My Father has assured me is not contagious. Then Potter dropped a wooden board, which pretty much set up the theme for the entire day.
While Pansy, Millicent, and I did our best under the disgusting conditions, Potter dropped everything he touched. Obviously, he was in a state of well-deserved fear at having to have detention with the Slytherins. In fact, he even dropped a paint can through the floor from upstairs. Since Pansy, Millicent, and I were downstairs, it came through the ceiling and narrowly missed taking my head off. Such a charming fellow.
So, of course, I went upstairs and threw the paint can at him. Then the Weasel grabbed a stick, apparently thinking it was his wand, and tried to hex me. It seems he'd forgotten that Professor Sinistra had taken our wands. What an idiot. Naturally I told him so and had a good laugh, and Potter challenged me to a duel. A sodding duel! I suppose he thought we could duel with those little Muggle bits of metal we had to use. Granger said they were called screws, but I highly doubt that.
And there's another thing! Since we weren't allowed to use magic, Sinistra gave us all of these Muggle objects. It was blasphemous! As though I would know what they were and how to use them! Naturally, I didn't bother with them, and Granger accused me of working too slowly. I was simply being thorough. There's nothing wrong with that. Of course, the Muggle-lovers knew just what they were doing, although the Weasel did hit his thumb with the 'hammer.' Ha ha ha.
However, getting back to the topic at hand, Potter challenged me to a duel. Ha ha ha ha ha. Obviously he realised the poor logic there, as he stomped off to drop some more objects. Surely he knows he could never win.
By the time Professor Sinistra came back for us, I was positively faint with hunger and exhaustion. Fortunately, we were allowed to ride back to Hogwarts in carriages. Otherwise, I am quite sure I would have collapsed and been left to die on the path.
I owled Pomfrey from Slytherin Tower, since I was too tired to walk to the hospital wing, but the bloody witch owled me back saying she didn't make house calls. What if I'd lost a limb? Would I be expected to walk to the hospital wing? Perhaps I would have to carry my severed leg while hopping on the other one in a growing trail of my own blood. This school never fails to prove its lack of morale.
Of course, I would have updated everyone on this little event yesterday, if not for the fact that our detention took all bloody day and I thought, perhaps, all of my limbs were going to fall off when I returned to Slytherin Tower. Who knows what kind of curses are on the Shrieking Shack? A responsible professor wouldn't have given us detention there, of all places, but I suppose safety isn't a rule that Professor Sinistra abides. That place should be condemned. It could have fallen down on us at any moment. I am quite sure of this, and I'm even more sure that My Father will not be pleased to know that I was stranded there for an entire day.
Even worse is the fact that Professor Sinistra took us into Hogsmeade on foot. Can you imagine? I certainly can, seeing as this is the THIRD TIME I've had to walk to/from Hogsmeade. The THIRD TIME! And this was before we even started our work! She made us walk in single file, too, and of course, I ended up in front of the Weasel, who kept stepping on my heels with his boat-like feet.
Anyway, when we got into Hogsmeade, the Shrieking Shack was in a state of despondent horror, of course. Professor Sinistra took us inside, and a shabbier place, I have never seen. Weasley didn't seem affected at all, as it's probably identical to what his house looks like, but some of us aren't suited to work in such shambles. No wonder it's haunted! The ghosts are probably shrieking about the poor decorating scheme, if nothing else.
Professor Sinistra conjured up all of these bloody tools and told us to get to work. And then--THEN!--she left! She didn't even stay to supervise! She said she was catching up on the sleep she missed "because of us", which really means because of Weasley, and then she locked us in. What if she hadn't been able to get us out? We were stuck in there all day until she decided to come retrieve us. What if she'd forgotten? We all know how Professor Sinistra is. I could have starved. Starving children may be good for a laugh, but it's no laughing matter when it comes to me. She didn't even leave us anything for lunch! It's no wonder I started feeling weak late into the afternoon.
So then we were alone, which is always a brilliant idea, and Weasley proceeded to tap me on the shoulder while wearing a sheet. Really. That's just tasteless. I let out a deep bellow of rage, which of course sent the Weasel into a fit of hysteria, claiming that I was afraid. As though I'd be afraid of the Shrieking Shack. The only thing to fear there is catching poverty, which My Father has assured me is not contagious. Then Potter dropped a wooden board, which pretty much set up the theme for the entire day.
While Pansy, Millicent, and I did our best under the disgusting conditions, Potter dropped everything he touched. Obviously, he was in a state of well-deserved fear at having to have detention with the Slytherins. In fact, he even dropped a paint can through the floor from upstairs. Since Pansy, Millicent, and I were downstairs, it came through the ceiling and narrowly missed taking my head off. Such a charming fellow.
So, of course, I went upstairs and threw the paint can at him. Then the Weasel grabbed a stick, apparently thinking it was his wand, and tried to hex me. It seems he'd forgotten that Professor Sinistra had taken our wands. What an idiot. Naturally I told him so and had a good laugh, and Potter challenged me to a duel. A sodding duel! I suppose he thought we could duel with those little Muggle bits of metal we had to use. Granger said they were called screws, but I highly doubt that.
And there's another thing! Since we weren't allowed to use magic, Sinistra gave us all of these Muggle objects. It was blasphemous! As though I would know what they were and how to use them! Naturally, I didn't bother with them, and Granger accused me of working too slowly. I was simply being thorough. There's nothing wrong with that. Of course, the Muggle-lovers knew just what they were doing, although the Weasel did hit his thumb with the 'hammer.' Ha ha ha.
However, getting back to the topic at hand, Potter challenged me to a duel. Ha ha ha ha ha. Obviously he realised the poor logic there, as he stomped off to drop some more objects. Surely he knows he could never win.
By the time Professor Sinistra came back for us, I was positively faint with hunger and exhaustion. Fortunately, we were allowed to ride back to Hogwarts in carriages. Otherwise, I am quite sure I would have collapsed and been left to die on the path.
I owled Pomfrey from Slytherin Tower, since I was too tired to walk to the hospital wing, but the bloody witch owled me back saying she didn't make house calls. What if I'd lost a limb? Would I be expected to walk to the hospital wing? Perhaps I would have to carry my severed leg while hopping on the other one in a growing trail of my own blood. This school never fails to prove its lack of morale.