Disclaimer: Joanne Rowling is a writer famed for conjuring the universe of Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy was one of her characters. I, the author, refuse to be held responsible for any offense you may take by his currently immature ideas.

December 11, 1993

Dear Journal,

I decided (on Monday) to go home for the holidays. I didn't think that any of the Slytherins are staying this time around. I was speculating with Daphne about Black, seeing as Father knew him not and neither did other parents. Interrupting our conversation, a little first year walked in without a glance to any of the other third years around and said without preamble, "Daph, mum said to start packing for the train the weekend before, but all you're doing is lazing around with your friends!"

Daphne, amused, just ruffled her sister's dark hair and said, "I'll get to it, Terri! Go away, I'm in the middle of something" before giving her a little hug and sending her off. The first year growled about her hair being messed up before fleeing the room.

Feeling embarrassed about my ignorance, I asked, "You have a sister?"

She sighed something that seemed suspiciously noting on the intelligence of boys before replying, "Where have you been for the last two and a half years? That was Asteria, my eleven year old private pest." I murmured meek acceptance of the fact while noting that Daphne's hair was the same composition of waviness, but a shade lighter.

"Surely she isn't that bad," I attempted, trying to imagine having an annoying younger sibling in the Manor and failing.

Maybe it would have been nice,

DLM

December 18, 1993

Dear Journal,

A Hogsmeade weekend is the perfect way to finish up the term before whisking away for the holidays.

Only a week until Christmas, so I did a little shopping. I got Mother and Father some nice items, and I purchased Pansy a dark green blouse. I wasn't quite sure what to get Milly. Crabbe would probably listen to me if I told him to confess his feelings to her, but when she found out that was my gift to her, she'd probably decide that Crabbe wasn't genuine, making me appear very cruel. Getting a book would be silly, though appropriate since she lends me muggle books all the time. The problem is I don't know where to get that kind of stuff, and I very well can't walk into a muggle bookstore and buy a book for twelve sickles.

Since I couldn't shop for gifts for her, I shopped for gifts with her. We also included Daphne in our little spree. She led us to the small pet accessory store to get Asteria a large bow for her toad. Why anyone would want to put a bow on their toad -nevermind that, this inspired me to even buy some fish for Eric the Eccentric Eagle Owl to eat. (What? I named him when I was six after reading one of those kid books that include a bunch of random goblins and a wise witch)

At that point, we laughed a bit about that, and started wondering what we might get obscure relatives presents, if we had to. This made me think about Sirius Black. What could I possibly give such an "uncle"?

For some reason, a lot of teachers were in the Three Broomsticks today, so I steered clear of them (vacation has officially started! What business have I to mingle with teachers?) and instead we enjoyed our drinks in the Hog's Head. The barman is exceedingly tall, and has very sharp blue eyes. I don't think he likes me, but his butterbeer is well enough and so I tipped him generously.

If wizards traded with muggle products, do you think they could make a profit?

DLM

December 25, 1993

Dear Journal,

Guess what I got for Millicent -a basket of a whole assortment of crazy things. Earrings and scarves and books and nice pens and apples. I charmed everything so they were all Slytherin colored. Except for the green apples. I wrapped silver tinsel like snakes around them instead. Oh yes, and the basket was Milly's favorite color- a hideous, eye-popping, seizure-inducing orange. To emphasize the effect, I shrunk several oranges and trimmed the outside. Then I sent Eric off with the outrageous bundle, setting the people below off into strange fits of laughter and hysteria by that color! Milly certainly has interesting taste. Oh, and finally- I got her a nice, pure white collar for her black cat, Polly. I thought the contrast might look nice, and Milly had been complaining earlier about how her orange collar frightened people.

Happy Third Christmas,

DLM

January 3, 1994

Dear Journal,

Alas, vacation just couldn't last forever. It never can.

But you know what's funny? It's not that bad, going to school. It's fun, in an odd way, to have things to do.

New term, new things to learn. Mercifully, over break, the flobberworms died, so we could start something new in Care of Magical Creatures- bonfires with salamanders. I can only hope that Eric doesn't try to eat them; he could get burnt.

Milly, by the way, was extremely pleased by her gift. Apparently, that wasn't the only surprising gift she received. Apparently Vince wrote her a card, and she turns uncharacteristically pink whenever she thinks of it. Honestly, disgusting! Though at least the shade is not as torturing as her orange.

To a Happy New Year without midnight snogging,

DLM

A/N:Substantially shorter than the last one, but with a few significant developments which I, of course, the overproud author, must point out here. Draco meets his future wife and deems her unconsciously as eccentric as his Eagle owl Eric. He is also quite revolted by the ideas of romance and snogging, while the others in his grade are starting to get involved in such matters. Well, not snogging. But still! It is just making me happy. :)

Your Undoing- Your flattery really touches me, and I'm glad you find Draco relatable and witty, for it shows that I am fulfilling my goals so far in my writing.