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Sooo, Dumbledore's idea of ultra-hip-prom-style glamour in order to show off to Beauxie and That-Other-Much-Evil-Snobbery-Place is to hold a Yule Ball, sophistication guaranteed: 4th years and older only. How exclusive! How delightful! How politically incorrect! This is age-discrimination, people!!!

And I need dress robes.

Well, yes, actually they did inform at the beginning o0f the year… but dad was in a bad mood when I told him---yeesss, my fault really. Note to self: when dad goes fuck fuck fuck, bloody bloody insert much worse things I will not mention for fear dorm-mates shall read and report me for my most vulgar mouth and will subsequentlyresult in being expelled.

(actually that wouldn't be too bad, right?)

note to self, again: don't think that way. Don't want to money-less and old and forced to work as labourer and not making pots of money elsewhere.

Hmmm.

Dad shouted at me not to waste money and so I had to grab an old dress to cut and make my own robes. They said dress robes compulsory. Not my fault dad hears and sees selectively. I was so frightened I didn't dare to remind him when he felt better.

The only dress I could find that wasn't made of gray flannel---gray-looking flannel. It's so old it looks gray---geddit? Well, the only dress I could find ---thankfully--- was white organdy, I thought about it and decided I'd be able to fashion something a bit like a poncho with sleeves and a bow about the waist so I wouldn't look like one of those pregnant high schoolers.

And, half-way through my seamstressy tough-laboury-slave-work, I stumbled upon a ground revelation.

The stupid thing was too small to even make the top half of the costume.

All gone to waste.

It was only after this that I realized I had worn it when I was six and then at age 8, when I dug it up for auntie Whatsit's funeral/wedding---can't remember, there were a lot of people cring and it happened in a church---hmmm, that was when I first learned that it was too difficult to even pull over my head.

Anyway, it looked stupid, I used blue wool because that was all we had and it looked tortured. And yes, now I recall some other details, in and effort to make it look haute coutre and sort-of I-meant-to-have-it-that-way-punky-stylish, well, I'd sewn on a cut-out

Chanel label. I didn't think a Chanel spokesman would be present anyhow, so I wouldn't get sued.

Didn't work.

I think I might tack on some lace on my school robes and wear a borrowed table-runner for a shawl to cover up the house colours.

Or I could simply borrow some quidditch robes from a team player. I think I favour red.

Oh fuck, anything for a chance to talk to (wheedle into letting me join Trio) Harry Potter.

I'm so hopeless.

-ly stupid. Dumb. Inane

any suggestions please??

Iris.M

The Yule Ball draws near…

Oddly enough that doesn't quite have that certain ring, you know DOOM! DOOM!

Unfair. It really does, if you're me.

Well, yes, I have got those dress robes, and they're stupid dinky things. Still I suppose I'm to blame.

I'm so absolutely inane sometimes, it frustrates me, pity I can't help it.

It happened at that shop. You know the robe-buying place. No, not malkin's some other place. There was this kid at the shop, just behind us and he was all springy and eager to look like some kind of vicar, parish, whatnot.

Yeah, ,he was all psyched up to get those black velvet curtains, with lace sewn on to the cuffs to disguise its cloudy and un-high-society-fashion roots.

And I had to be the one, to choose them—just to be contrary. Oh sooo contrary. And maybe to spite father too.

No. that's a lie, I would never. I'm like a little puppy, he's great a great man really. Can you imagine the power he holds, Dark Lord's minion, yes, he's good at it, it's natural, it's the intelligent sensible thing to do.

World's going to end someday sometime anyway. No matter what you do.

Why not be in power when it happens? I don't want to be on the wrong end of The Curse—any of the three worst actually—when the universe folds over and swallows us all.

Let's not digress further. I haven't got a date yet. What shall I do? It's just so trivial and stupid.

Ahh. Let's ask Pansy.

Here she comes. Uurgh . ringlets should be made illegal on anyone over the quite innocent, cute-sy fluffy-skirt age of six.

bounce bounce bounce

pity she's the only one who'll have me. Too bad then.

At least I'm not CCC, yes; Chunky Chipmunk Chick.

Draco M.

OK. Time to get defensive. Draco offered to take me to the Yule Ball.

I agreed. I hardly know him—but he's alright I suppose. We get along well enough. And I suppose I'm in no position to be a total DIVA.

I wish I were a D.I.V.A. though, get it: Deadly Inclined to be Vicious Assasin.

Fuck. Yeah, FUCK!!!

Cos' I don't have the FUCKIN' time to worry about the FUCKIN' Yule Ball.

Dad's remarrying.

Remarrying Mauretta!!!

Momma oh! Momma! If you're in heaven you'll hear this! I'm so sad! Dad! That SLUT!!!

Momma, dad's so hostile now, he used to be so…so gentle. I was the no. 1 girl!!! Now he screams, I wish he'd hit me like he promises!!! Then I could show them those scars.

But deep inside I know I'd never. I still love him. I hope that inside he's still the same man, I could never.

When he shouts, I'm screaming inside like I'm being murdered

Say that again fast—be calm—breathe. likeI'mbeingmurdered

Alright. It's cool.

Yeah.

I dream.

I dream and I hope.

Just wanna get OD-ed. Maybe Malfoy has some.

Nope—he's just a little boy trapped in a perfect life.

Pansy P.

D.I.V.A.

Cho Chang: Cedric's taking me.

He is. I have to convince myself. Sweet.