A/N I know this instalment is very short, and I apologise, but I've got a lot of
things on at the moment. School work, we've got exams at the moment, and so
on. Thanks to everyone who's been reviewing, you're all brilliant! A few
answers…

1) I made Draco call his parents by their first names because I assume he'd
do that. I don't think he likes them that much, just plays them for gifts.
2) I think Draco's actually quite an intelligent character, it just gets masked by
his meanness sometimes. That's why the writing style's quite mature.

There won't be any massive updates until next weekend. See you all then!



October 31st

Finally, Halloween. I love Halloween. And the decorations here are nearly as
good as the ones at home. We have loads of brilliant stuff back at the manor over
Halloween…Lucius really knocks himself out. Obviously he doesn't actually
knock himself out, because that would be too perfect…no, there's a massive
party.

Narcissca pretties herself up, I get stuffed into some dress robes…I hate my
dress robes, they make me look like a vicar. Then we have this feast with all of
Lucius' friends...hah, some friends.

They're all ex Death Eaters.

He thinks I want to be a Death Eater too. Not likely. They're all psychos. Anyway,
no-one needs to hear about them. I think I'd like to do something with dark Arts,
though. Maybe I could go round killing Death Eaters.

Maybe I could kill Lucius.

Saw Granger running down the corridor crying, she headed into a girl's toilet.
Wonder who made her all weepy and upset…probably got less than full marks
for her homework.

Later Hogwarts was all ready to celebrate, when the cry goes up that there's a
doll running amok. Naturally, I wondered what all the fuss was about, before I
pulled my head out of the pumpkin pie and realised that there was actually a
TROLL running about.

Needless to say, we were all shepherded back to our rooms by the prefects.
Hope that some of the Gryffindors got eaten…I mean, with Percy the Perfectly
Crap Prefect to protect them how could they fail to be massacred in some shape
or form?

1st November

No-one got eaten, though at breakfast this morning Granger, Potty and Weasel
looked very friendly with one another. And there's another rumour going round
that between the three of them they managed to knock out the troll.

Huh. One whiff of Weasel's socks would knock it out pretty quickly.

2nd November

It's very, very cold. When we got back in today from flying lessons, my fingers
were almost purple.

People are right when they say I look like my father.

3rd November

Still cold. Narcissca sent me some leftover stuff from the Halloween feast. No
lovey-dovey message from Lucius this time…she was probably hung over when
she wrote it, and forgot to make something up.

7th November

Gryffindor vs Slytherin in the first Quidditch match of the season. I hope we win.