Disclaimer: No as shocking as it may be I didn't acquire Harry Potter since I posted the first chapter last night or the Princess Diaries come to think of it…
September 18
5:19 pm
My Private Room, the only perk of being Head Girl
Malfoy is so annoying. So I guess my feelings since last entry haven't changed, just the direction they're pointed in. I, personally, think Malfoy is a much more appropriate direction.
I showed up exactly three minutes and forty-six seconds late (I checked) and what does he do? He launches into some blasted "Purebloods-are-superior-in-every-way-even-the-sense-of-time" bit that just makes me want to smack his little ferret face! And what's more disturbing? He must have been working on that bit since the beginning of the year just in case I was ever late (because no one is that eloquent on the spot, it totally sounded rehearsed!)! That is sick and twisted by definition, if you ask me.
I told the muncher (slang for butt muncher, the immature name I call him, in my head or on paper not aloud because I am above such things, when he starts on the blood/beaver jokes) to take his over-inflated ego and sod off. It probably wasn't the wittiest thing I could've said, but hey, it got the point across well enough. Once he sneered at my lack of wittiness (is that a real word?), we started the meeting.
We're supposed to start the meetings with a report and comparison of punishments we've handed out (to make sure we agree they're fair). We don't do that anymore no though. The first two weeks (4 meetings) Malfoy, being a favoratist (again is it a real word?), vetoed any and all Slytherin punishments. Yeah because he can do that (Veto the punishments I hand out, I mean) because the Heads tradition was established practically with the school, when they still believed in male superiority (no way around the charms on the title, badge, rooms, etc… I tried)!! It's so so wrong. All of this basically means that Mal-ferret has more power than me (which of course he totally loves). To get around this tricky situation I did the most Slytherin thing I could think of, I went over his head and behind his back (not literally wouldn't want to be so close to Malfoy so many times, plus I would get shot if I was that near to him, not that I thought about it of course! Yuck!). I asked Prof. McGonagall if we could skip that step in meeting because we trusted one another's judgment (it may be a lie but she bought it). She said yes and told me how glad she was we were getting along so well.
Needless to say, Malfoy just about had a conniption when he found out. It was sort of funny really. He went all Slytherin telling me how he'd get me for that and clenching his jaw with his eyes doing that hot flashing thing they do when he gets really mad.
Stop. Rewind. Did I just call Malfoy hot? Well not him, his eyes but still. EW! Yuck again! I can't believe I even thought that no less wrote it down! In ink! Ink's permanent! Now, forever and ever, I'll know that I just accidentally called something associated with Malfoy hot! Which he's totally not (Hot, I mean, or any other positive adjective). I could, hypothetically, see where someone could possibly find him attractive but, really, that cold, prickly (like a frozen puffer-fish on steroids) personality just would stop all those thoughts dead in their tracks. It just couldn't be worth it
Anyway, the Head's meeting, what we actually did do, not what we (I) opted out of. Let's see… We (or, okay, I because Malfoy is basically no help) planned the next Hogsmeade trip, October 10th and 11th, and got down the patrol schedule for the aforementioned trip. The prefects practically had a collective cow when we told them they had to patrol on Hogsmeade trips. But, really, do they expect us to leave the younger students defenseless? The Death Eater threat has been even greater since Harry defeated Voldermort in the summer between or sixth and seventh years (a.k.a. Last summer), they have no strategy. Don't care who they kill, muggle, magical whoever's in the vicinity. They attack pell-mell with out any clear leader. They (the Aurors) kill them, or send them to Azkaban, but there are always more! There must've been thousands because I know many died during the war, and Azkaban is already 3/4 of the way full but there are so many more. The threat is, in fact, much greater than Prophet lets on which is why we need patrols, to protect the younger students if there's an attack because they are not only little but don't expect it at all. But we (I) decided that the eleventh would be only sixth and seventh years aloud out, no patrols needed.
Of course it didn't go as smoothly as all that. There was name calling (quite mature of us I thought), insults traded (blood purity and personage related), and a complete and utter lack of interest except the compulsion to critique everything done (on his part), the want to hex was pretty much palpable too (on my part because of the critiquing! He is such a jerky nit-picker!).
Even though it was a horrific pain-in-the-butt night only Malfoy could provide, I'm pleased with our (my) plan. I think we (I) did a good job being so very organized.
Now, homework time! Arithmacy, the only subject other than divination I truly hate, lovely.
A/n: now I've had this ready for days! But the site wouldn't let me load it so please forgive and review over forty hits and not a single review! Shame on you all!! Hope you liked it! Quik
A/n2: Jan 3, 08 more editing done on my part I added one quick little barb but nothing major mostly spelling and flow (AKA boring) stuff. Still love you all, still begging for reviews -- Quik