Draco, Candidly
--by Egon Starcollector
Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to Joanne Rowling.
Dear J,
Well, back to Hogwarts for another term. I'm trying to be cheerful, really I am. As usual, it isn't working. Followed constantly by Crabbe and Goyle, as per Father's request. I've even had them try to follow me into the loo stall! Idiots.
This is not promising: I had obtained Father's permission to take Basic Magical Medicine (at long last), only to find that the class was full. In its place, must take Muggle Studies. Well, I know I'm going to fail THAT one. I don't even dare think of the consequences.
Hermione Granger's American cousin is a transfer student this term. Bears an eerie resemblance, I must say. Just what I need, TWO pretty know- it-alls. I no longer fancy Granger, but it is still going to be painful. Might not be difficult to act like the spoiled git I'm supposed to be.
In other news, have a new fancy. This one will break my heart too, as it is Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff. I have concluded I will die single because all of the fanciable girls get sorted into other houses. The best Slytherin got was Pansy Parkinson, who appears to have been sired by an exceptionally ill-favored lapdog.
Such a lovely pattern to my life: fancied Granger, who all but spat in my face; fancied Virginia Weasley, who rejected me for Longbottom; now fancy Hannah, who will likely just ignore the very fact I exist. Father uses me as his personal punching bag for being "soft." If I survive to adulthood, he will have me become a Death Eater. My mother loves me, but doesn't know me well enough to know that I detest sweets. Most unhealthy. Ah well...the cakes make good bribes to keep the other Slytherins from reporting me to Father every five minutes.
Surviving to adulthood does not sound like a pleasant option. Forgive me for saying so, but you know well that you are the only person I can speak to. Father would kill me if he knew I was writing to you. Perhaps I should tell him and get it over with.
Ah well...back to my Potions homework. At least I know one thing will go right for me this semester.
Regards,
Draco
--by Egon Starcollector
Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to Joanne Rowling.
Dear J,
Well, back to Hogwarts for another term. I'm trying to be cheerful, really I am. As usual, it isn't working. Followed constantly by Crabbe and Goyle, as per Father's request. I've even had them try to follow me into the loo stall! Idiots.
This is not promising: I had obtained Father's permission to take Basic Magical Medicine (at long last), only to find that the class was full. In its place, must take Muggle Studies. Well, I know I'm going to fail THAT one. I don't even dare think of the consequences.
Hermione Granger's American cousin is a transfer student this term. Bears an eerie resemblance, I must say. Just what I need, TWO pretty know- it-alls. I no longer fancy Granger, but it is still going to be painful. Might not be difficult to act like the spoiled git I'm supposed to be.
In other news, have a new fancy. This one will break my heart too, as it is Hannah Abbott from Hufflepuff. I have concluded I will die single because all of the fanciable girls get sorted into other houses. The best Slytherin got was Pansy Parkinson, who appears to have been sired by an exceptionally ill-favored lapdog.
Such a lovely pattern to my life: fancied Granger, who all but spat in my face; fancied Virginia Weasley, who rejected me for Longbottom; now fancy Hannah, who will likely just ignore the very fact I exist. Father uses me as his personal punching bag for being "soft." If I survive to adulthood, he will have me become a Death Eater. My mother loves me, but doesn't know me well enough to know that I detest sweets. Most unhealthy. Ah well...the cakes make good bribes to keep the other Slytherins from reporting me to Father every five minutes.
Surviving to adulthood does not sound like a pleasant option. Forgive me for saying so, but you know well that you are the only person I can speak to. Father would kill me if he knew I was writing to you. Perhaps I should tell him and get it over with.
Ah well...back to my Potions homework. At least I know one thing will go right for me this semester.
Regards,
Draco