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n/a: I know that this story is a bit out of character to my usual humor stories, but I thought that this would be a really neat story line. So if you are want humor, read my other stuff. But if you want to hear a kwel plotline, read on!

24th Day of the Eleventh Moon

The I have been extremely busy. The First Task ended today and Mr. Crouch is now getting some rest. I will be constantly busy attending meetings and panels. This is my chance to shine. But besides all that, it gives me less time to think. For some reason, the more I think, the more confused and upset I become about who I am. Also, I would rather not think about Hermione and my brother's treatment toward me. I am rather at content being ignorant.

25th Day of the Twelfth Moon, Christmas Day

It has been a month since my last entry due to the lack of time for me to write. Mr. Crouch sends me plenty of instructions that keep me busy day and night. I am exhausted. Today I attended the Yule Ball. Hermione stayed with Krum for almost the whole dance. I also observed that she and Ron got into an argument, although I do not know what about. Harry, however, barely paid attention to her. I think that is disrespectful of him. He kept dazing at someone on the dance floor, but I was unable to detect whom. I conversed with him and told him of my promotion. I could not read his expression. No matter. I have more significant thing to worry about. Namely, the smuggling of flying carpets and the International Ban on Dueling…

Fred and George were badgering Mr. Bagman about marketing their fake wands. What a pile of rubbish and fine way to spend their time! I do hope that someday they get their act together… I hope they will not interfere with my plans with the Ministry. It would be bad if my own brothers ended up before the Misuse of Magic Department.

6th day of the First Moon

I must write, so may thoughts fill my head. I cannot put off these topics any longer. The subjects keep haunting me. No one understands my ambition. I hear talk from my mother that Hermione likes Harry and the famous Quidditch player Victor Krum. That Hermione's boyfriend is Harry. I cannot believe it. She can do better. However, compared with Krum, I don't stand a chance! And I cannot stand the thought of it. There is no point in living anymore if I have no one to live for… Why does this all have to happen to me? Why I am I always the one that has to be so perfect? Why do I feel like I have to always be the best at everything?!? I am sick of it. Sick of being nice. But the worst part of is that that is the only way I know how to live my life. Perfection is the basis of all my actions, and if that is taken away from me, what do I have to live by? What would be the motivation for living?



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