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May 21, 2002 08:12

Yesterday I cursed a second year Gryffindor so that she could only speak in rhymes.

'Malfoy, you're such a
piece of buttah
You stupid sod
I swear to god
I'll tell Harry
You big fairy
Uncurse me now!
I don't know how!'

According to Brown, the girl couldn't get into their shabby excuse for a common room. Ha! Also, cursed a strange little Ravenclaw boy. His book papercutted him and Madam Pince kicked me out of the library, the hag. It was worth it, anyway.

Everyone is all worked up because I dissected Largebottom's toad. It's not my fault he can't keep an eye on his pets. How was I supposed to know the toad I'd found by the lake was his? There are plenty of toads with little pink collars on them. I needed a toadstone for a Potion. He'll just have to get another toad, is all. Lord, but you all are such babies.

I still don't know who Blaise Zabini is. He/She/It doesn't sleep in the boys' dormitory, and Pansy swears there's no one named Blaise in her dormitory either. It's all quite troublesome.

Also, I heard Crabbe and Goyle talking about Millicent last night. They asked me if I didn't think she was a 'fine woman.' I've no idea what they mean by this, as I thought everyone knew that Millicent was an aspiring hermaphrodite. More on this as I find out.

Furthermore, where is Theodore Nott? I've not seen him in about six months.

I think 'Professor' Black is setting quite a bad example for the rest of us. He mentions me within every journal entry he writes, and has threatened me with curses. And yet, we apologise for putting him into Azkaban? The man is on his way back there, you just watch. He's supposed to be a professor, as disturbing as that is, and he's threatening me like a thirteen-year-old.

Potter and Weasley are trying to get out of school this weekend to go see the Cannons. The Cannons are the most awful Quidditch team in the British and Irish League, so it makes sense that they would like them. Everyone talks about how unfair the Slytherins are, but I've seen their journals. They think just because they're friends with an escaped convict, they're going to be let out under special circumstances. If Professor McGonagall doesn't allow them, they intend to get their 'special friend' to convince her. Is this justice? Is this fair?!

I think I'll see if My Father would like to take me to the Quidditch game. It really is rather nice being able to spend the day with my healthy, living father.
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