A/N Realised that I have made a humongus mistake, and forgot to include the
first Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. So what I've done is
repost the last chapter, but included a new bit on the first Quidditch match. Sorry!
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 hungover when
she wrote it, and forgot to make something up. Well, I don't mind. Just saves me
from having to throw up. Means my stomach acid gets to stay where it belongs,
in my stomach. Which is good because….Quidditch tomorrow! Gryffindor versus
Slytherin…
Potty's playing for the first time, it's his virgin outing. Hope nothing nasty happens
to him.
Quidditch!
4th November
I am too disgusted to write anything tonight. I have two words.
Life crap.
Okay, that would have made more sense if I'd inserted an is, but I couldn't be
bothered. That's just how crap life is.
5th November
Slytherin lost. We lost, and it's all Potty's fault. Well…no, wait a minute. For once
I'm actually right, it IS all Potty's fault. Everything seemed to be going well at first.
Flint gave the team a pep talk, which I listened in on. It was more of a if-we-don't-
win-I'm-going-to-twist-your-nostrils-inside-out-so-they-look-like-eyelids-except-
on-the-end-of-your-ugly-noses talk than a pep talk, really. And I was surprised
that someone as stupid as Flint could be so inventive when he swore.
I found a decent seat, and Crabbe and Goyle thumped down next to me. Goyle
had something on the end of his nose, but I didn't investigate any further.
Then the players took to the skies, like proud eagles in flight, like acrobats
swooping and diving, like mice on toothpicks…can you tell I'm being sarcastic?
Anyway, everything seemed to be going alright…until Potty started shaking
around on his broomstick.
At first it looked like he was just finding the wind a little rough. Then the
movement started to speed up and he was soon jerking up and down like he was
riding some giant vibrator in the sky.
While P was getting his thrills, Slytherin scored. I was cheering and everything,
thought we were going to win…then it happened. Potter, who I am beginning to
seriously suspect of being Dumbledore and Hagrid's love child, (they both adore
him), swooped down the ground. I thought he was going to crash and hurt
himself, doing me a favour…but no.
He rolls over and spits out the bloody Snitch!
Like some stupid tree frog with a big mouth, didn't even take any skill, it was all
luck. Grrrrrr.
I stormed back to bed, didn't even talk to Cor G. It's not fair, why can't I ever be
on the winning side?
Answer – because if I ever got to win anything, ever came out top in anything, it
would make me as good as Potter. And that's forbidden, isn't it? Don't I have
feelings too? Just because I sneer a lot, and come from a rich background and
my father happens to be an evil sod and I make fun of people and am really quite
vindictive doesn't mean I'm a horrible person.
Oh, alright. It does.
16th November
I really think I should make a few lists. Then when I look back on this diary…I
mean journal…in a few years time I'll be able to see what's changed.
List of People I Like
Hmmm…Professor Snape. Oh, alright, Narcissa. Crabbe and Goyle…not really,
but they laugh at my jokes. I don't think they fully understand them, but they
laugh.
List of People I Hate
Potty. Weasel. Rabbit. Dumb-old-dore, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, or the
Lumbering Oaf, Peeves, in fact all of the ghosts. Filch. And last but definitely not
least, Lucius. You can't blame me, the man complains about vanity being a sin,
then spends hundreds of Galleons on gel and various other hair care products.
Idea…perhaps Lucius is going bald? I'll make sure I make some reference to the
light reflecting brightly off his remaining hair…god. If he goes bald, the man really
WILL start to look like a grape.
List of Favourite Subjects
Potions. Urgh…can't think of any more. DADA has the potential to be good.
Charms is alright, and I quite like Transfiguration. Hate all the teachers though.
List of Things I Like
Quidditch, and reading. Only interesting books, though. Having a good time.
Haven't really been having a good time recently.
List of Things I Hate
Muggle stuff. Boring! And doing homework and I also really really hate Bertie
Botts Beans. There's a conspiracy against me, I know it. Just yesterday I think I
had plastic flavour. Plastic. Could it get any worse? Wait, there was the blood
one the day before that...yeugggh. I'm definitely not planning to become a
vampire at any time in the future.
19th November
Blah, blah, blah.
31st November
Hum di hum.
5th December
Today I went to meet Narcissa. What a treat. She, or Lucius, arranged it with
Dumbledore – snore so I could walk into Hogsmeade and meet with her. Well, I
couldn't walk there on my own, so some Slytherin third years took me. You
should have seen the look on the Weasel's face!
She seemed alright, a little upset. Glad to see me though. No care package but
we had a decent sort of meal. Forgot about the way she scrapes her teeth
against the fork. Scrape, scrape, scrape. It really starts to get on your nerves
after a while.
When I got back to Hogwarts it was quite late. I think she wanted me to give her
a kiss or something, so I hugged the woman. She started snivelling. Pathetic.
Back in the common room everyone was either asleep or somewhere else. I sat
around for a bit. Alone. Sniffle.
It's not like I mind being alone, really. Gives me time to think about things. Like
what I'll do or say tomorrow to make people respect me/adore me/want to shove
something where the sun don't shine.
6th December
Strange day.
It snowed, and I put a Filibuster Firework inside a snowball, then threw it at Potty!
Would have been wonderful if Mrs Norris hadn't gotten in the way. You can
probably imagine what happened next…Filch. Detention.
So he made me clean out this old classroom. Wanted me to dust some of the
tables and chairs. Well, there was a great big dust sheet in the corner of the
room, covering something up. Naturally, me being me, I wanted to take a look. I
pulled off the cover and it was a mirror.
A big, standing mirror. Then I looked into it, expecting to see my gorgeous
reflection...well, that's when the really weird stuff started happening. It wasn't me.
I mean, it WAS me, but it didn't really look like me now. It looked the way I'd
imagine myself to look in about ten years time.
I was standing outside the school, with my parents and Potty and Weasel and
even the Rabbit (aka Granger). Potty and Weasel were standing either side of
my, and the Rabbit was next to my mother. Lucius was smiling happily, and I
thought I heard him say something about how well I'd done, and how proud he
was of me.
They were my friends? Lucius was proud of me? He was actually HAPPY?
If the mirror showed the future, I hope I die before I reach that day, I sincerely do.
It's just not right. Although I do hope I look that good in the future. Must say that I
was looking rather wonderful…for some reason I was wearing leather.
?
10th December
Worked out the leather thing. Leather instantly equals sexy. This is because –
a) Leather is sort of a dangerous material.
b) Only the gorgeous are able to wear leather without looking like idiots or
dragon trainer wannabes.
c) Leather is actually outlawed in Bulgaria because certain vampires found it
allowed them to walk around in the sun without getting fried.
Ha ha ha. I am officially the King of Leather. Must write to Narcissa and ask for a
leather jacket or something similar.
first Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. So what I've done is
repost the last chapter, but included a new bit on the first Quidditch match. Sorry!
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 hungover when
she wrote it, and forgot to make something up. Well, I don't mind. Just saves me
from having to throw up. Means my stomach acid gets to stay where it belongs,
in my stomach. Which is good because….Quidditch tomorrow! Gryffindor versus
Slytherin…
Potty's playing for the first time, it's his virgin outing. Hope nothing nasty happens
to him.
Quidditch!
4th November
I am too disgusted to write anything tonight. I have two words.
Life crap.
Okay, that would have made more sense if I'd inserted an is, but I couldn't be
bothered. That's just how crap life is.
5th November
Slytherin lost. We lost, and it's all Potty's fault. Well…no, wait a minute. For once
I'm actually right, it IS all Potty's fault. Everything seemed to be going well at first.
Flint gave the team a pep talk, which I listened in on. It was more of a if-we-don't-
win-I'm-going-to-twist-your-nostrils-inside-out-so-they-look-like-eyelids-except-
on-the-end-of-your-ugly-noses talk than a pep talk, really. And I was surprised
that someone as stupid as Flint could be so inventive when he swore.
I found a decent seat, and Crabbe and Goyle thumped down next to me. Goyle
had something on the end of his nose, but I didn't investigate any further.
Then the players took to the skies, like proud eagles in flight, like acrobats
swooping and diving, like mice on toothpicks…can you tell I'm being sarcastic?
Anyway, everything seemed to be going alright…until Potty started shaking
around on his broomstick.
At first it looked like he was just finding the wind a little rough. Then the
movement started to speed up and he was soon jerking up and down like he was
riding some giant vibrator in the sky.
While P was getting his thrills, Slytherin scored. I was cheering and everything,
thought we were going to win…then it happened. Potter, who I am beginning to
seriously suspect of being Dumbledore and Hagrid's love child, (they both adore
him), swooped down the ground. I thought he was going to crash and hurt
himself, doing me a favour…but no.
He rolls over and spits out the bloody Snitch!
Like some stupid tree frog with a big mouth, didn't even take any skill, it was all
luck. Grrrrrr.
I stormed back to bed, didn't even talk to Cor G. It's not fair, why can't I ever be
on the winning side?
Answer – because if I ever got to win anything, ever came out top in anything, it
would make me as good as Potter. And that's forbidden, isn't it? Don't I have
feelings too? Just because I sneer a lot, and come from a rich background and
my father happens to be an evil sod and I make fun of people and am really quite
vindictive doesn't mean I'm a horrible person.
Oh, alright. It does.
16th November
I really think I should make a few lists. Then when I look back on this diary…I
mean journal…in a few years time I'll be able to see what's changed.
List of People I Like
Hmmm…Professor Snape. Oh, alright, Narcissa. Crabbe and Goyle…not really,
but they laugh at my jokes. I don't think they fully understand them, but they
laugh.
List of People I Hate
Potty. Weasel. Rabbit. Dumb-old-dore, Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, or the
Lumbering Oaf, Peeves, in fact all of the ghosts. Filch. And last but definitely not
least, Lucius. You can't blame me, the man complains about vanity being a sin,
then spends hundreds of Galleons on gel and various other hair care products.
Idea…perhaps Lucius is going bald? I'll make sure I make some reference to the
light reflecting brightly off his remaining hair…god. If he goes bald, the man really
WILL start to look like a grape.
List of Favourite Subjects
Potions. Urgh…can't think of any more. DADA has the potential to be good.
Charms is alright, and I quite like Transfiguration. Hate all the teachers though.
List of Things I Like
Quidditch, and reading. Only interesting books, though. Having a good time.
Haven't really been having a good time recently.
List of Things I Hate
Muggle stuff. Boring! And doing homework and I also really really hate Bertie
Botts Beans. There's a conspiracy against me, I know it. Just yesterday I think I
had plastic flavour. Plastic. Could it get any worse? Wait, there was the blood
one the day before that...yeugggh. I'm definitely not planning to become a
vampire at any time in the future.
19th November
Blah, blah, blah.
31st November
Hum di hum.
5th December
Today I went to meet Narcissa. What a treat. She, or Lucius, arranged it with
Dumbledore – snore so I could walk into Hogsmeade and meet with her. Well, I
couldn't walk there on my own, so some Slytherin third years took me. You
should have seen the look on the Weasel's face!
She seemed alright, a little upset. Glad to see me though. No care package but
we had a decent sort of meal. Forgot about the way she scrapes her teeth
against the fork. Scrape, scrape, scrape. It really starts to get on your nerves
after a while.
When I got back to Hogwarts it was quite late. I think she wanted me to give her
a kiss or something, so I hugged the woman. She started snivelling. Pathetic.
Back in the common room everyone was either asleep or somewhere else. I sat
around for a bit. Alone. Sniffle.
It's not like I mind being alone, really. Gives me time to think about things. Like
what I'll do or say tomorrow to make people respect me/adore me/want to shove
something where the sun don't shine.
6th December
Strange day.
It snowed, and I put a Filibuster Firework inside a snowball, then threw it at Potty!
Would have been wonderful if Mrs Norris hadn't gotten in the way. You can
probably imagine what happened next…Filch. Detention.
So he made me clean out this old classroom. Wanted me to dust some of the
tables and chairs. Well, there was a great big dust sheet in the corner of the
room, covering something up. Naturally, me being me, I wanted to take a look. I
pulled off the cover and it was a mirror.
A big, standing mirror. Then I looked into it, expecting to see my gorgeous
reflection...well, that's when the really weird stuff started happening. It wasn't me.
I mean, it WAS me, but it didn't really look like me now. It looked the way I'd
imagine myself to look in about ten years time.
I was standing outside the school, with my parents and Potty and Weasel and
even the Rabbit (aka Granger). Potty and Weasel were standing either side of
my, and the Rabbit was next to my mother. Lucius was smiling happily, and I
thought I heard him say something about how well I'd done, and how proud he
was of me.
They were my friends? Lucius was proud of me? He was actually HAPPY?
If the mirror showed the future, I hope I die before I reach that day, I sincerely do.
It's just not right. Although I do hope I look that good in the future. Must say that I
was looking rather wonderful…for some reason I was wearing leather.
?
10th December
Worked out the leather thing. Leather instantly equals sexy. This is because –
a) Leather is sort of a dangerous material.
b) Only the gorgeous are able to wear leather without looking like idiots or
dragon trainer wannabes.
c) Leather is actually outlawed in Bulgaria because certain vampires found it
allowed them to walk around in the sun without getting fried.
Ha ha ha. I am officially the King of Leather. Must write to Narcissa and ask for a
leather jacket or something similar.
