Dear Diary, *scribble* Diaries...Such sissies...Much too old for a diary...pff!

Dear Journal, Yes, much better, but still too...girlish?

Dear...BOOK,

Today was simply magnificent, ruined some great times for that silly Potter boy...Honestly, hanging out with that...Hermione Granger...PFF! Stupid muggle, not even purebred like myself...What do people honestly do with these things anyways? They seem so stupid, I honestly don't know why I'm wasting my time with this...Professor McGonagal is seriously trying to make my life a living-oh yes...Back to my...ideas. I pushed Potter, by accident, honestly, it was an accident. And even if it wasn't he deserved it. Now I know I have to write a stupid poem about what I did for my homework assignmentY...So...I guess I'll leave one at the bottom...

Sin-*scribble*

Lo-*scribble*

From,

Draco Malfoy

Revenge is great and black

Like a rising cloud of darkness

Covering the faces of the innocent

Dropping its dastardly dream

Frightening the eyes of the beholder

But not until their game is won