A letter that was delivered to the Slytherin dormitories while Daphne, Pansy, and Draco were with the others in the Forbidden Forest.

Pansy, darling,

No more nightmares. Daddy's here.

-Q.It was torn, had no date, and was smudged with dirt and grass. The ink was an odd shade of red, and pinned to it was a snatch of material from a Death Eater's ( Read more... )

The Hospital Wing was eerily silent ( Read more... )

( A letter sent by Quentin L. Parkinson to his daughter, Pansy I. Parkinson, a few minutes after the Lucius Malfoy/Draco Malfoy incident. )

I am going to stay in my bed.

Forever.

Shit, I have to go to the loo.

--Am back. Was scared to go to loo. Made Daph come with me. Don't think she thought it was very nice and slapped me whilst I was on the toilet. You bitch! See if I ever give you any toxic purple liquid again. Bottle's behind the dresser.Still, though, don't think I will ever ( Read more... )

I swear to God, if it isn't one thing it's another. Finnigan in bandages, blood on the Gryffindor floor; Weasley missing; MacMillan all bruised up in the broomshed and now Millicent has gone sick all over the floor. It was disgusting; and right after breakfast, too--I mean, what has gone wrong with this school ( Read more... )

Career counseling actually went on better than I expected. It went something like this ( Read more... )

Career counseling? O joy, it's what I've always dreamed of. To sit in a small, dim classroom with Professor Snape asking me what I'd like to do with the rest of my life. I should say I want to become a stripper for the Muggle pubs, what d'you think he'd do? I mean, besides fall off his chair and tell me to stop playing around. I should insist I'm ( Read more... )

Draco's back, which leaves only one question: whore, where have you been? Fraternising with Potter? Or Blaise? Or both? You know I saw Blaise down by the lake with a blonde yesterday. Was that you? Or Smith, that snotty airhead who thinks he knows everything? I thought he was with Daph, I saw them snogging in one of the greenhouses once....well? ( Read more... )

World! Did you hear? Pansy Parkinson admits she has a drinking problem. I think that's pretty pathetic of her, folks, don't you? I bet she wouldn't last a day. I'm going to throw the bottle on her bed and she's going to jump on it, just like that one time, Pansy what are you do Millicent, if you touch my keyboard again I will smash you over the ( Read more... )

Well. I went for one day, and then Millicent went down to the kitchens and got three firewhiskies and she had one and Daphne had one and she set one down on my dresser and after three minutes I pounced. Millicent patted my back. 'You poor dear,' she said. 'Being deprived of drink so long.'

You knew I couldn't do it. I know you knew it, so I don't ( Read more... )