I'm glad this ball's over. It was well put together. I don't mind complimenting the prefects involved on their good work. Other than that ... I could imagine better uses for the evening.

( Private to Self )

My father is the new Headmaster, which I don't imagine escaped anyone's attention. This new power, in addition to the title of Head Boy will not be going to my head. Though, if anyone is interested, I prefer dark chocolate and anything with mint.

Things are going as well as can be expected. The head meeting with Granger went hideously. Stupid cow knows just how to get under my skin. Thankfully, I provide the same service. Gave her a little glimpse of reality ( Read more... )

That test was a bitch. Father should be proud. I have a strong feeling I did well on it, but the rest of the school probably faired less well.

Pansy is pissing me off. You hear that Pans? You're pissing me right the hell off. Just so that everyone is clear: she and I are not dating. We haven't dated in years and we won't be starting any time soon ( Read more... )

As always, there's something new going on. If one month could go by without a major revelation, I'd be thrilled.

( Private to Tracey )

Things are still strange here. Really, I'm waiting for the bomb to drop. It's coming soon, I know it. The silence can't keep up.

( Private to Self )

It's started. I've gone too far now to come back. I stay at school and play games, games that I wish weren't necessary and games that I wish didn't affect me so much. I might not be as smart as I think I am, because even I'm starting to believe my lies.

This has been one of the longest days of my life. I've had worse, no doubt, but this one was fabulously horrible. First I was tortured by McGonagall. Truth Serums are a fairly clear violation of power as far as I'm concerned, but that's besides the point at this juncture ( Read more... )

So much is going on here, and at the same time nothing at all. Most of the Slytherin House has vanished somewhere, or I'm being avoided. Either way, it's not a good sign ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back. Given the effort, the end result seems rather anti-climatic. It's eerily the same. Maybe it was naive, but I expected to come back to a castle in mourning. I thought his name would be on their lips with every sentence. I expected to be welcomed back with hatred and suspicion ( Read more... )