I'll be going home for the holidays, as usual. This time I'm torn between wanting to stay here and absolutely abhoring the idea. So much is happening right here at Hogwarts. I'm not even going to mention the prank on Slytherin; I'm sure everyone could hear my screams when it happened.

( Private to Pansy )

( Private to Draco )

( [Private to Pansy] )

I thought it would take me longer to pick out my costume. I feared I'd never find time, what with all the goings-on and my studies. It's been narrowed down to two for a few days. One's more creative, but I think Draco would l the other is more attractive, and this is the first year I can really wear clothes that accentuate rather than hide my ( Read more... )

( Owl to Kenneth, Elisabeth, and Penelope Bulstrode )

Lessons are madness. I'm keeping up; my marks are good, but it's a struggle. It's not the lessons that are difficult, rather it's the sheer amount of homework. I'm up later than I should be most nights, and I have virtually no time for a social life. I know my studies are important for me if I wish to take some of the more advanced courses next ( Read more... )

( Owl to Penelope Bulstrode )

( Private to Pansy )

( Owl to Professor Snape )

Twenty Aurors Dead. Twenty. Is this ever going to end?

( Owl to Pansy Parkinson )