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Miraculously, since the debacle of being forced to decorate the Slytherin and Gryffindor commons the weekend before last, I've managed to avoid having to serve any further detentions because of Potter. Of course, I've yet to receive my "Isolate Potter" detention, so just when I finally seem to be free of the curse that is Potter's luck spreading onto my own, I'm sure something will come along, as that's just how this school runs.
The Gryffindors got into quite a bit of a tiff last Saturday because, since Professor Vector had forced it upon me to decorate Gryffindor Tower for the holidays with Potter, I had to be let in. Since the previous day had brought attacks from books, I certainly wasn't going to take any chances with Gryffindor. I think the necklace of garlic I wore was perfectly necessary. After all, being around the Gryffindors is dangerous enough as it is. Since I'd been stalked by a book all week, I think taking the extra precautions to ward off danger was perfectly within my rights.
Surprisingly, Potter and his "twisted knee" made it out of the hospital wing in time to decorate Gryffindor, which is good for him, as I'd had a special theme in mind if he didn't show.
Malfoys are known for their great decorating skills, so Gryffindor should just consider themselves lucky that they had my expertise on hand this term. However, I really don't see how being forced to spend time in the Gryffindors' natural habitat is a fair punishment. For one thing, their common room is dreadfully small, particularly compared to the Slytherin common room, and naturally with all of those Gryffindors in there, it was much like being buried alive, in the sense that I was waiting for dirt to pour in through the cracks of the ceiling at any moment.
The following evening, Potter and I had to decorate Slytherin Tower. One would think that this would have provided some relief from my stressful week, but no, no. Pansy and Millicent saw to it that they were there to enjoy the show. The highlight of maturity during the day, I'd say, was when I picked up the tacky strings of popcorn Potter had brought along, only to realise they'd carefully removed all of the popcorn from the strings and had been eating it from the bowl. Thanks ever so.
I don't even see why I have to spend my time decorating for the holidays, seeing as I will be returning to the Manor over Christmas break. I do hope Father and Mother will consider taking a trip this year as well, perhaps over the New Year. Of course, most of the less fortunate will have to spend their break stuck in the castle, which is such a shame, I'm quite sure. It must be rather sad to wake up on Christmas day and know that no one gives a fig about you.
At any rate, now that it's become quite chilly out, I've decided to work my team harder. Of course, they've all complained that they shouldn't have to practise in the cold, but really, they should find it invigorating. It's not my fault their cloaks are too heavy to wear while they fly. Naturally, I myself have taken to watching them from the stands to observe. I can't help it if I'm the captain and thus get to sit in the stands with a nice, warm jar-fire while they practise. And honestly, it's not as though I'm not suffering as well. My lips are practically raw from the cold, but that's the kind of sacrifice I make for my team. You all should really take an example from my stoicism.
The Gryffindors got into quite a bit of a tiff last Saturday because, since Professor Vector had forced it upon me to decorate Gryffindor Tower for the holidays with Potter, I had to be let in. Since the previous day had brought attacks from books, I certainly wasn't going to take any chances with Gryffindor. I think the necklace of garlic I wore was perfectly necessary. After all, being around the Gryffindors is dangerous enough as it is. Since I'd been stalked by a book all week, I think taking the extra precautions to ward off danger was perfectly within my rights.
Surprisingly, Potter and his "twisted knee" made it out of the hospital wing in time to decorate Gryffindor, which is good for him, as I'd had a special theme in mind if he didn't show.
Malfoys are known for their great decorating skills, so Gryffindor should just consider themselves lucky that they had my expertise on hand this term. However, I really don't see how being forced to spend time in the Gryffindors' natural habitat is a fair punishment. For one thing, their common room is dreadfully small, particularly compared to the Slytherin common room, and naturally with all of those Gryffindors in there, it was much like being buried alive, in the sense that I was waiting for dirt to pour in through the cracks of the ceiling at any moment.
The following evening, Potter and I had to decorate Slytherin Tower. One would think that this would have provided some relief from my stressful week, but no, no. Pansy and Millicent saw to it that they were there to enjoy the show. The highlight of maturity during the day, I'd say, was when I picked up the tacky strings of popcorn Potter had brought along, only to realise they'd carefully removed all of the popcorn from the strings and had been eating it from the bowl. Thanks ever so.
I don't even see why I have to spend my time decorating for the holidays, seeing as I will be returning to the Manor over Christmas break. I do hope Father and Mother will consider taking a trip this year as well, perhaps over the New Year. Of course, most of the less fortunate will have to spend their break stuck in the castle, which is such a shame, I'm quite sure. It must be rather sad to wake up on Christmas day and know that no one gives a fig about you.
At any rate, now that it's become quite chilly out, I've decided to work my team harder. Of course, they've all complained that they shouldn't have to practise in the cold, but really, they should find it invigorating. It's not my fault their cloaks are too heavy to wear while they fly. Naturally, I myself have taken to watching them from the stands to observe. I can't help it if I'm the captain and thus get to sit in the stands with a nice, warm jar-fire while they practise. And honestly, it's not as though I'm not suffering as well. My lips are practically raw from the cold, but that's the kind of sacrifice I make for my team. You all should really take an example from my stoicism.