Dear Diary,
I HATE DRACO MALFOY!!!! WHY YOU ASK? WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPITAL LETTERS?!?!? BECAUSE I HATE THAT SLIMY SLYTHERIN CREEP!!!
Okay, I definitely need a stress management course or something. Sooner or later I'm just going to be staring at his pretty-boy face and I'll just snap. I'll probably grab my Arthimancy book (oh yes, it's big enough to make The Book [the one that talks about me and the Great War] feel proud) and whack him over the head with it. Repeatedly. The only problem with this idea is that I basically need a crane to lift the damned thing. And there's also the fact that the teachers would expel me. Still, it would probably be worth it if only Queen Morgana wouldn't be waiting outside of Hogwarts with a snake in one hand and a dagger in the other and she would probably be anticipating my inevitable death.
That's something ELSE that has pissed me off. Remember how I was always talking about how it was dangerous being on my own? No? Oh great, I just checked some of my other entries and I didn't say anything about that. Well, here it is then; the big freaking truth. I actually had to read from The Book what the whole big deal was about and that just adds fuel to the fire that I've just built up inside of me. Bring marshmallows and sticks, there's going to be a bonfire tonight!
Supposedly there is a NEW Great War going on that has promised to be worse than any of the OTHER Great Wars. It started recently and was actually begun by: you guessed it, Queen Morgana. She's the Queen of the Shadow Realm and an all around bitch (I'm sorry if I'm cursing a lot but let me tell you, I could be doing MUCH worse in the mood I'm currently in. I have my period, my Potion's assignment isn't done and I have no idea how to go about finishing it, and Ginny is in the Hospital Wing from getting hit with one of Neville Longbottom's 'practice hexes' while he was trying to show off to her [that will be vehemently explained at a later time]).
Anyway, before I was sidetracked into such a long rant, Queen Morgana supposedly fell in love with my father. I wasn't completely sure about what The Book meant, but there was some kind of problem involving a love spell, my mother, and my father's best friend the Goblin King. Ew, the mental image of my father and some hideous Queen is terrifying. Of course, it's not so bad since I don't know what either of them looks like. Anyway, I read in depth enough into the Book to find out that nothing happened between my mom and my godfather (yup, the Goblin King is my godfather) since everyone in the Underground (long story) thought that they were in love and in the end my parents ended up together.
Okay, the Underground is like a mirror image of what is known as Aboveground (that's here) expect that this place can't be reached without using a LOT of magic. It's a magical place where Fae (mystical creatures with more power than you're average magical creature here) rule different kingdoms (i.e. the Pixie Kingdom, the Shadow Realm, etc.). I'm originally from the Underground but I was sent here, Aboveground, because I had to be protected. So you see, the Great Wars used to take place in both the Underground and Aboveground, that is until they became separate places. You know, when humans (Muggles) stopped believing in magic. So that's the story about that. As for my parents, they had a harder time of it.
They, unfortunately, had some trouble GETTING together since Morgana was lusting over my father. She started the recent war and even kidnapped my godmother (the Goblin Queen), her three sons and a pixie advisor of my mother's. Morgana wanted to use these people to trade them for my father, a big wedding cake and an eternity of sitting on a porch staring up at stars while he squirmed under her professions of equally squeamish eternal love. Personally, I gagged just thinking about such a pathetic approach to get a man (not that I'm any kind of expert when it comes to guys, I'm still having trouble with Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and this weird Ravenclaw named David in my Charms class who stares at me).
Well, Morgana was defeated, my parents have an "unknown" marriage that isn't official but everyone knows about. Everyone didn't live in peace and harmony for long since, voala, I was born. My fake mom always insisted that I created havoc since the day I was born. I don't think she knows how right she was.
Supposedly Morgana made a startling re-entrance into my parents' lives, told them that I was going to be maimed, mutilated, manipulated, castrated (no, just kidding but you get the idea, right?), etc. etc. so on and so forth. She also did some kind of spell where she nearly killed me and so my parents were (reluctantly) lifted of my burden by way of several very clever elves (from the sound of it) that kidnapped me from my cradle and placed me in the care of humans (my future "parents").
If you haven't noticed, I have taken the whole cynical bitch thing to a whole new level. There's another curse word but currently too pissed off to care. And I haven't even gotten to the reason why I'm so upset yet! It's coming, don't worry. I love to rant (as you must already know) and I've been holding in my feelings ever since my cousin hasn't been around to scare the living daylights (no bad word) out of.
Okay, here's the reason I'm so upset (before the prior mentioned reasons of menstrual cycles and best-friend-in-Hospital-Wing). Malfoy was ragging on me again about my hair of all things. Now that it's so short, he was wondering if I had been jealous of Ginny's long hair and if she had been willing to sell her hair to me for ten times as much as her father would make in a lifetime. This wasn't the best way to start a conversation at the ungodly hour of six in the morning so I did the best thing I could at the time. I glared and threatened to put something unpleasant into his bed while he was off making out with his "girlfriend" Pansy Perkinson. Erm, she's his unofficial girlfriend and sex doll. You heard me; at the age of fifteen Draco Malfoy is getting laid. How do I know? Gossip gets around fast in Hogwarts. Besides, he didn't deny it and she didn't deny it so, ahem, I think it's safe to assume that they meet each other frequently in the dead hours of the night while the rest of us are sleeping (those of us without insomnia, such as me and Harry Potter).
He looked a bit . . . upset I believe is the word. He obviously hadn't known that I knew of that particular rumor (nope, I don't start rumors but I have a nasty habit of hearing them at odd times) and when he made a move to say something ELSE, something went streaking by in the hallway. WELL, he was busy thinking up a good insult and I was half asleep and already grumpy so we both reacted a bit slowly.
When it was gone, I thought that it might have been another of Neville's BRILLIANT spells again. I was just glad that it hadn't touched me: it was glowing black and green and there was something about it that made me feel incredibly uneasy and more awake than I wanted to be at six in the morning. Malfoy, on the other hand, was more awake and looked the way that it had gone. When the ball of green and black light did an about face and rocketed back to us, we did the only smart thing that being around Neville had taught us.
We darted to the walls.
The light stopped right in front of me and a letter popped out of thin air and fell into my numb fingers. I looked at it with wide eyes and felt my breath stop almost instantly. The note said:
Dear Princess Kaisa,
Enjoy life while you still can.
Well, I was thoroughly freaked out. It's not often that a person receives such a threatening letter by way of a glowing ball of black and green light. There wasn't a name but I knew that it had to be from Morgana. There was a stamp of some kind at the bottom. A black circle was outlined by a green snake biting its own tail and an ebony crown glowing inside of it with a strange, pulsing black light,
I continued to stare at it for a long time. Before I knew it, I couldn't see anything but that seal. The snake began to turn around and around, like Fortune's wheel. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it and I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the piece of paper. Just as I began to panic that I had been caught at last, something tugged the paper out of my hands! I blinked several times to clear my vision and discovered that my heart was pounding and I had the feeling that I had just survived being thrown into a lion's den.
"What's this?" I heard Malfoy's sneering voice say. "Another letter from your parents?" I was still too stunned from what had just happened to say anything. He scanned it and frowned at me. "Who's Princess Kaisa? And who would send you this?" I just continued to stare at the letter. With deft fingers I plucked it right back out of his hands and ripped it to shreds. Tossing it on the floor, the pieces curled up into ashes and vanished in a poof of black smoke.
Why do I hate Draco Malfoy? Because he saved my life; that's why!
Mya Kaisa Powerstone.
I HATE DRACO MALFOY!!!! WHY YOU ASK? WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPITAL LETTERS?!?!? BECAUSE I HATE THAT SLIMY SLYTHERIN CREEP!!!
Okay, I definitely need a stress management course or something. Sooner or later I'm just going to be staring at his pretty-boy face and I'll just snap. I'll probably grab my Arthimancy book (oh yes, it's big enough to make The Book [the one that talks about me and the Great War] feel proud) and whack him over the head with it. Repeatedly. The only problem with this idea is that I basically need a crane to lift the damned thing. And there's also the fact that the teachers would expel me. Still, it would probably be worth it if only Queen Morgana wouldn't be waiting outside of Hogwarts with a snake in one hand and a dagger in the other and she would probably be anticipating my inevitable death.
That's something ELSE that has pissed me off. Remember how I was always talking about how it was dangerous being on my own? No? Oh great, I just checked some of my other entries and I didn't say anything about that. Well, here it is then; the big freaking truth. I actually had to read from The Book what the whole big deal was about and that just adds fuel to the fire that I've just built up inside of me. Bring marshmallows and sticks, there's going to be a bonfire tonight!
Supposedly there is a NEW Great War going on that has promised to be worse than any of the OTHER Great Wars. It started recently and was actually begun by: you guessed it, Queen Morgana. She's the Queen of the Shadow Realm and an all around bitch (I'm sorry if I'm cursing a lot but let me tell you, I could be doing MUCH worse in the mood I'm currently in. I have my period, my Potion's assignment isn't done and I have no idea how to go about finishing it, and Ginny is in the Hospital Wing from getting hit with one of Neville Longbottom's 'practice hexes' while he was trying to show off to her [that will be vehemently explained at a later time]).
Anyway, before I was sidetracked into such a long rant, Queen Morgana supposedly fell in love with my father. I wasn't completely sure about what The Book meant, but there was some kind of problem involving a love spell, my mother, and my father's best friend the Goblin King. Ew, the mental image of my father and some hideous Queen is terrifying. Of course, it's not so bad since I don't know what either of them looks like. Anyway, I read in depth enough into the Book to find out that nothing happened between my mom and my godfather (yup, the Goblin King is my godfather) since everyone in the Underground (long story) thought that they were in love and in the end my parents ended up together.
Okay, the Underground is like a mirror image of what is known as Aboveground (that's here) expect that this place can't be reached without using a LOT of magic. It's a magical place where Fae (mystical creatures with more power than you're average magical creature here) rule different kingdoms (i.e. the Pixie Kingdom, the Shadow Realm, etc.). I'm originally from the Underground but I was sent here, Aboveground, because I had to be protected. So you see, the Great Wars used to take place in both the Underground and Aboveground, that is until they became separate places. You know, when humans (Muggles) stopped believing in magic. So that's the story about that. As for my parents, they had a harder time of it.
They, unfortunately, had some trouble GETTING together since Morgana was lusting over my father. She started the recent war and even kidnapped my godmother (the Goblin Queen), her three sons and a pixie advisor of my mother's. Morgana wanted to use these people to trade them for my father, a big wedding cake and an eternity of sitting on a porch staring up at stars while he squirmed under her professions of equally squeamish eternal love. Personally, I gagged just thinking about such a pathetic approach to get a man (not that I'm any kind of expert when it comes to guys, I'm still having trouble with Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and this weird Ravenclaw named David in my Charms class who stares at me).
Well, Morgana was defeated, my parents have an "unknown" marriage that isn't official but everyone knows about. Everyone didn't live in peace and harmony for long since, voala, I was born. My fake mom always insisted that I created havoc since the day I was born. I don't think she knows how right she was.
Supposedly Morgana made a startling re-entrance into my parents' lives, told them that I was going to be maimed, mutilated, manipulated, castrated (no, just kidding but you get the idea, right?), etc. etc. so on and so forth. She also did some kind of spell where she nearly killed me and so my parents were (reluctantly) lifted of my burden by way of several very clever elves (from the sound of it) that kidnapped me from my cradle and placed me in the care of humans (my future "parents").
If you haven't noticed, I have taken the whole cynical bitch thing to a whole new level. There's another curse word but currently too pissed off to care. And I haven't even gotten to the reason why I'm so upset yet! It's coming, don't worry. I love to rant (as you must already know) and I've been holding in my feelings ever since my cousin hasn't been around to scare the living daylights (no bad word) out of.
Okay, here's the reason I'm so upset (before the prior mentioned reasons of menstrual cycles and best-friend-in-Hospital-Wing). Malfoy was ragging on me again about my hair of all things. Now that it's so short, he was wondering if I had been jealous of Ginny's long hair and if she had been willing to sell her hair to me for ten times as much as her father would make in a lifetime. This wasn't the best way to start a conversation at the ungodly hour of six in the morning so I did the best thing I could at the time. I glared and threatened to put something unpleasant into his bed while he was off making out with his "girlfriend" Pansy Perkinson. Erm, she's his unofficial girlfriend and sex doll. You heard me; at the age of fifteen Draco Malfoy is getting laid. How do I know? Gossip gets around fast in Hogwarts. Besides, he didn't deny it and she didn't deny it so, ahem, I think it's safe to assume that they meet each other frequently in the dead hours of the night while the rest of us are sleeping (those of us without insomnia, such as me and Harry Potter).
He looked a bit . . . upset I believe is the word. He obviously hadn't known that I knew of that particular rumor (nope, I don't start rumors but I have a nasty habit of hearing them at odd times) and when he made a move to say something ELSE, something went streaking by in the hallway. WELL, he was busy thinking up a good insult and I was half asleep and already grumpy so we both reacted a bit slowly.
When it was gone, I thought that it might have been another of Neville's BRILLIANT spells again. I was just glad that it hadn't touched me: it was glowing black and green and there was something about it that made me feel incredibly uneasy and more awake than I wanted to be at six in the morning. Malfoy, on the other hand, was more awake and looked the way that it had gone. When the ball of green and black light did an about face and rocketed back to us, we did the only smart thing that being around Neville had taught us.
We darted to the walls.
The light stopped right in front of me and a letter popped out of thin air and fell into my numb fingers. I looked at it with wide eyes and felt my breath stop almost instantly. The note said:
Dear Princess Kaisa,
Enjoy life while you still can.
Well, I was thoroughly freaked out. It's not often that a person receives such a threatening letter by way of a glowing ball of black and green light. There wasn't a name but I knew that it had to be from Morgana. There was a stamp of some kind at the bottom. A black circle was outlined by a green snake biting its own tail and an ebony crown glowing inside of it with a strange, pulsing black light,
I continued to stare at it for a long time. Before I knew it, I couldn't see anything but that seal. The snake began to turn around and around, like Fortune's wheel. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it and I felt myself drawing closer and closer to the piece of paper. Just as I began to panic that I had been caught at last, something tugged the paper out of my hands! I blinked several times to clear my vision and discovered that my heart was pounding and I had the feeling that I had just survived being thrown into a lion's den.
"What's this?" I heard Malfoy's sneering voice say. "Another letter from your parents?" I was still too stunned from what had just happened to say anything. He scanned it and frowned at me. "Who's Princess Kaisa? And who would send you this?" I just continued to stare at the letter. With deft fingers I plucked it right back out of his hands and ripped it to shreds. Tossing it on the floor, the pieces curled up into ashes and vanished in a poof of black smoke.
Why do I hate Draco Malfoy? Because he saved my life; that's why!
Mya Kaisa Powerstone.