Draco
As I stepped onto the train I could feel that this would be a good year, another batch of first year Gryffindor's to terrorise, more Mudbloods to embarrass. Oh, and how could I forget. Another year in the company of Mr Potter, most famous wizard in the century (save one) and yet the dumbest student at Hogwarts. It always amazes me that he passes each year. Must be the help he gets from that swot, Hermione Granger. She thinks she's so great, little Miss Teachers Pet. She's a Mudblood for crying out loud. She also really needs to do something with that hair of hers (chopping it all off would be a good start.). I guess that her teeth have improved but she still walks around as if the world revolves around her and that swollen brain. And I am surprised that Mr and Mrs Weasley can afford to send their children back each year. Father keeps saying it's only a matter of months before Arnold, no sorry, Arthur Weasley is fired. In fact if Father had anything to do with it he would have been shovelling dragon dung decades ago. And I swear, if that woman gets any fatter she's going to be mistaken for a human sized Quaffle. We also all know that Ronald Weasley is stupid but that doesn't mean that he can walk around with that bemused expression on his face. Jeez, does he have no pride? Oh and here are the Creevy brothers, Harry Potters personal stalkers, and that bloody camera.
'Oooo Harry, can I take a picture? Ooo Harry, could you sign it? Oooo Harry can I lick your broomstick?
I mean, come on! Get a life! And the Weasley twins. Unfortunately for me I know that their intelligence level is a lot higher than most people think, seeing as I have been on the receiving end of many curses and pranks. I find that shooting offensive comments about their mother in their direction silently, is sufficient. Ah, Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, and exceptionally pretty girl (for Hogwarts). Too bad she fell for perfect, pretty, up himself Diggory and flaming Harry Potter. Nevertheless I allow myself a quick once over and an approving smile before moving on. Oh brilliant. Crabbe and Goyle, my two tag-a-longs. Honestly, Hagrids Flubberworms are more intelligent than those two. Father has insisted that I be nice since their fathers are well respected in He Who Must Not Be Named's circle of supporters for their muggle killings over the years. And I must say, when it comes to doing the dirty work, they are very good at it. And here's that blasted Granger again, showing of her Prefects badge. So she got it for another year. Well that's hardly surprising. I wonder whether precious Potter got it this year or if Weasel struck gold yet again. Well hahaha but you aren't the only one who can play that game Granger. It just so happens that I received a badge in the mail too these holidays. Sure enough her mouth falls open, revealing rows of surprisingly white teeth. Aren't her parents dentists or something?
'Is there a problem Granger?' I ask.
'N-No" she stutters.
'Very well. You know the rules, no loitering in the passageways.'
I sweep past her to continue my journey down the train, hexing a first year that fails to get out of the way. I must say, green pimples are a pleasant change, they cover most of his face. I control the urge to smirk and continue on my way.
As I stepped onto the train I could feel that this would be a good year, another batch of first year Gryffindor's to terrorise, more Mudbloods to embarrass. Oh, and how could I forget. Another year in the company of Mr Potter, most famous wizard in the century (save one) and yet the dumbest student at Hogwarts. It always amazes me that he passes each year. Must be the help he gets from that swot, Hermione Granger. She thinks she's so great, little Miss Teachers Pet. She's a Mudblood for crying out loud. She also really needs to do something with that hair of hers (chopping it all off would be a good start.). I guess that her teeth have improved but she still walks around as if the world revolves around her and that swollen brain. And I am surprised that Mr and Mrs Weasley can afford to send their children back each year. Father keeps saying it's only a matter of months before Arnold, no sorry, Arthur Weasley is fired. In fact if Father had anything to do with it he would have been shovelling dragon dung decades ago. And I swear, if that woman gets any fatter she's going to be mistaken for a human sized Quaffle. We also all know that Ronald Weasley is stupid but that doesn't mean that he can walk around with that bemused expression on his face. Jeez, does he have no pride? Oh and here are the Creevy brothers, Harry Potters personal stalkers, and that bloody camera.
'Oooo Harry, can I take a picture? Ooo Harry, could you sign it? Oooo Harry can I lick your broomstick?
I mean, come on! Get a life! And the Weasley twins. Unfortunately for me I know that their intelligence level is a lot higher than most people think, seeing as I have been on the receiving end of many curses and pranks. I find that shooting offensive comments about their mother in their direction silently, is sufficient. Ah, Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw seeker, and exceptionally pretty girl (for Hogwarts). Too bad she fell for perfect, pretty, up himself Diggory and flaming Harry Potter. Nevertheless I allow myself a quick once over and an approving smile before moving on. Oh brilliant. Crabbe and Goyle, my two tag-a-longs. Honestly, Hagrids Flubberworms are more intelligent than those two. Father has insisted that I be nice since their fathers are well respected in He Who Must Not Be Named's circle of supporters for their muggle killings over the years. And I must say, when it comes to doing the dirty work, they are very good at it. And here's that blasted Granger again, showing of her Prefects badge. So she got it for another year. Well that's hardly surprising. I wonder whether precious Potter got it this year or if Weasel struck gold yet again. Well hahaha but you aren't the only one who can play that game Granger. It just so happens that I received a badge in the mail too these holidays. Sure enough her mouth falls open, revealing rows of surprisingly white teeth. Aren't her parents dentists or something?
'Is there a problem Granger?' I ask.
'N-No" she stutters.
'Very well. You know the rules, no loitering in the passageways.'
I sweep past her to continue my journey down the train, hexing a first year that fails to get out of the way. I must say, green pimples are a pleasant change, they cover most of his face. I control the urge to smirk and continue on my way.