Journal of a Self Obsessed, Resentful Slytherin
A/N : Appears I've been corrected. Drama-princess has claimed possession of
Auriga, and Snape (well, the version, anyway) too, so I now doubly state I
do not own. Go read various fics, etcetera.
Also, the name Ariadne comes from an incredibly stupid little girl in Greek
mythology, who pissed off Athene. And got turned into a spider. I decided
to use the name, before I read any of anyone's fics! Lol.
1st September
8.30 pm
I hate my father
I hate my father
I hate my father
I hate green
I hate green
I hate green
I hate green
Blast it! The entire sodding place is green! Yes, you've guessed it, I
ended up in Slytherin. I'm refusing to acknowledge Slytherin tendencies.
I'm telling you now, that hat is old, and wrong. It was picking up on Dad's
thought vibes. When he wasn't *giggling* with Mum. Okay, Dad doesn't
giggle, more of a forced sneer, but I can still *tell* he's flirting with
Mum. And it's entirely disgusting. People who have been married over
thirteen years ('lucky' my Mum says. Thirteen! Lucky? Completely mad)
should not be flirting.
But I saw him! The mystery boy, whose eyes are 'flickering radiance darting
in hoary-sapphire mirrors of a luminous soul'. Okay. Not as good. But I
don't write romance novels for a living! But he's sooo beautiful. Thick
black hair, and pale skin (like me!) but a more blue-y pale colour, and he
looks interesting, and intelligent. He got put into sodding Gryffindor.
Great! One house my father can't stand, and the house that loathes my
house! That really bodes well for a long lasting, soul wrenching love
affair!
Ahem!
Not that I was, you know, thinking about, love affairs..in any way
whatsoever!
Anyway.
His name! It's lovely too. His name is Gwydion Malfoy. Gwydion! Lizzie's in
Gryffindor with him, as well. Hopefully, she can persuade him that I'm a
nice person, really, it's my *parents* that are insane, and I don't really
depend on the most refreshed part of the gene pool. That's if Potions with
my father doesn't kill off any thought of the name Snape other than 'die
Snape die!'
Ariadne, of course, is in Hufflepuff. Hah, bloody hah! She looked extremely
pissed off, particularly as Trelawney (God I hate that woman) sang out,
'the perfect house! You will replace me as the clairvoyant, my dear.' I
*almost* felt sorry for the little cow. Almost. Watch me teeter. But no.
She flipped that long, silky brown hair over one shoulder, batted her big
green eyes, and shrugged, seating herself next to Jacob Magnus who is
actually, quite a nice guy.
Now if only I can persuade my father to be nice to Gryffindors...
Sod it. It's bloody impossible!
September 3rd
12.30 pm.
Ate lunch with Lizzie in the Great Hall. They'd had Potions. I'm not happy.
How is it my mother can be perfectly nice (albeit completely mad, dotty,
and a little bit absent) to Gryffindor, yet my father finds it beyond his
power? I don't know what it is, maybe someone slipped him a greasy-hair
potion when he was a student, and they were from Gryffindor, whatever it
is, he doesn't like them.
And Lizzie tells me he was especially mean to Gwydion! Why? Why father,
why?
2.20 pm
Supposed to be working on a chart of my planetary movements. Like hell!
Talked to my father, subtly(!) about Gryffindors. And in particular, this
year. And in particular, Gwydion Malfoy. Apparently, Gwydion is the son of
one of Dad's ex-best students, Malfoys used to be the best Slytherins ever.
Only Draco, Gwydion's dad, married a Gryffindor. And that's basically
dropped bleach on their black magic, so Gwydion's a Gryffindor. Seriously,
I think I counted the muscle in Dad's jaw tightening five times, the vein
in his temple throbbing eight times, and he twitchshuddersneered every time
he said the words 'Draco' and 'Malfoy'. Which considering the subject
matter, was fairly frequent.
Wonder if I can persuade him onto some kind of medication?
2.23 pm
No. Mum likes the twitchshuddersneer. She says it's 'sweet'. Shudder.
2.24 pm
Mum is batty.
5th September
3.30pm
First flying lesson. I think I'm going to die of shame.
Madam Birch the flying mistress brought out all these old brooms. She made
us stand by each one, and say, 'up'. I was of course, taking ample
opportunity of the fact that Gwydion was sharing the lesson with us, and
chatting to Lizzie, under the subject of looking how beautifully he pays
attention. Then madam Birch, who hates my father, (seven years ago,
Ravenclaw) turned to me, with a reasonably good imitation of the
shuddersneer, and said,
"Miss Snape, although I know it is difficult for you hormonal young preteen
females, particularly Slytherins to concentrate on anything other than
boys, make up, or casting dark magics, I believe Mr Malfoy would appreciate
not having a stalker, and that you possibly divert your attentions to the
lesson?"
I hate her.
Die, Birch, die!!!
3.34 pm
Is this what Dad is like to the Gryffindors?
3.35 pm
DIE!!
A/N : Appears I've been corrected. Drama-princess has claimed possession of
Auriga, and Snape (well, the version, anyway) too, so I now doubly state I
do not own. Go read various fics, etcetera.
Also, the name Ariadne comes from an incredibly stupid little girl in Greek
mythology, who pissed off Athene. And got turned into a spider. I decided
to use the name, before I read any of anyone's fics! Lol.
1st September
8.30 pm
I hate my father
I hate my father
I hate my father
I hate green
I hate green
I hate green
I hate green
Blast it! The entire sodding place is green! Yes, you've guessed it, I
ended up in Slytherin. I'm refusing to acknowledge Slytherin tendencies.
I'm telling you now, that hat is old, and wrong. It was picking up on Dad's
thought vibes. When he wasn't *giggling* with Mum. Okay, Dad doesn't
giggle, more of a forced sneer, but I can still *tell* he's flirting with
Mum. And it's entirely disgusting. People who have been married over
thirteen years ('lucky' my Mum says. Thirteen! Lucky? Completely mad)
should not be flirting.
But I saw him! The mystery boy, whose eyes are 'flickering radiance darting
in hoary-sapphire mirrors of a luminous soul'. Okay. Not as good. But I
don't write romance novels for a living! But he's sooo beautiful. Thick
black hair, and pale skin (like me!) but a more blue-y pale colour, and he
looks interesting, and intelligent. He got put into sodding Gryffindor.
Great! One house my father can't stand, and the house that loathes my
house! That really bodes well for a long lasting, soul wrenching love
affair!
Ahem!
Not that I was, you know, thinking about, love affairs..in any way
whatsoever!
Anyway.
His name! It's lovely too. His name is Gwydion Malfoy. Gwydion! Lizzie's in
Gryffindor with him, as well. Hopefully, she can persuade him that I'm a
nice person, really, it's my *parents* that are insane, and I don't really
depend on the most refreshed part of the gene pool. That's if Potions with
my father doesn't kill off any thought of the name Snape other than 'die
Snape die!'
Ariadne, of course, is in Hufflepuff. Hah, bloody hah! She looked extremely
pissed off, particularly as Trelawney (God I hate that woman) sang out,
'the perfect house! You will replace me as the clairvoyant, my dear.' I
*almost* felt sorry for the little cow. Almost. Watch me teeter. But no.
She flipped that long, silky brown hair over one shoulder, batted her big
green eyes, and shrugged, seating herself next to Jacob Magnus who is
actually, quite a nice guy.
Now if only I can persuade my father to be nice to Gryffindors...
Sod it. It's bloody impossible!
September 3rd
12.30 pm.
Ate lunch with Lizzie in the Great Hall. They'd had Potions. I'm not happy.
How is it my mother can be perfectly nice (albeit completely mad, dotty,
and a little bit absent) to Gryffindor, yet my father finds it beyond his
power? I don't know what it is, maybe someone slipped him a greasy-hair
potion when he was a student, and they were from Gryffindor, whatever it
is, he doesn't like them.
And Lizzie tells me he was especially mean to Gwydion! Why? Why father,
why?
2.20 pm
Supposed to be working on a chart of my planetary movements. Like hell!
Talked to my father, subtly(!) about Gryffindors. And in particular, this
year. And in particular, Gwydion Malfoy. Apparently, Gwydion is the son of
one of Dad's ex-best students, Malfoys used to be the best Slytherins ever.
Only Draco, Gwydion's dad, married a Gryffindor. And that's basically
dropped bleach on their black magic, so Gwydion's a Gryffindor. Seriously,
I think I counted the muscle in Dad's jaw tightening five times, the vein
in his temple throbbing eight times, and he twitchshuddersneered every time
he said the words 'Draco' and 'Malfoy'. Which considering the subject
matter, was fairly frequent.
Wonder if I can persuade him onto some kind of medication?
2.23 pm
No. Mum likes the twitchshuddersneer. She says it's 'sweet'. Shudder.
2.24 pm
Mum is batty.
5th September
3.30pm
First flying lesson. I think I'm going to die of shame.
Madam Birch the flying mistress brought out all these old brooms. She made
us stand by each one, and say, 'up'. I was of course, taking ample
opportunity of the fact that Gwydion was sharing the lesson with us, and
chatting to Lizzie, under the subject of looking how beautifully he pays
attention. Then madam Birch, who hates my father, (seven years ago,
Ravenclaw) turned to me, with a reasonably good imitation of the
shuddersneer, and said,
"Miss Snape, although I know it is difficult for you hormonal young preteen
females, particularly Slytherins to concentrate on anything other than
boys, make up, or casting dark magics, I believe Mr Malfoy would appreciate
not having a stalker, and that you possibly divert your attentions to the
lesson?"
I hate her.
Die, Birch, die!!!
3.34 pm
Is this what Dad is like to the Gryffindors?
3.35 pm
DIE!!