1 October
Aghh! Looks like Pansy's forgiven me. Damn it! Was enjoying the absence of her incessant whining. Although it did last longer than thought, which I suppose should be grateful for. Hers is a voice that can send shudders up your spine... kind of like the feeling you get when fingers scrape a blackboard [shudders respectively].
Quidditch practice today. Raining again and v windy. Swear even the weather has it in for me. How am I supposed to even look for the snitch when 200km/hr winds are coming at me? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin only a few weeks away and am starting to panic. Should have practiced more during summer but oh no, father had me constantly up at that git Voldemort's lair. Bit of a wanker really. Don't know what father sees in him. I mean he himself is only half blood. Talk about depletion of Malfoy traditions and morals. Have now decided that father and death eaters are moronic hypocrites. It's actually quite pathetic the way father grovels at his gangrene-ridden feet all day. You won't catch me carrying out that old fogy's every whim... although as of yet, am not quite certain how to get out of it.
Note to self: formulate plan to get out of servitude to Oldie Voldie.
12 October
Bugger, quidditch game tomorrow! Not ready. Potter will undoubtedly beat me again. Hate that bespeckled freak with a vengeance! Should go practice quidditch moves as last minute resort... oh, should also go yell at team players. Find this usually works in making them play better. Something about how they'll incur my wrath if they lose. I love installing fear into the hearts of men. There's something so... satisfying about it. Mwhahahaha! [cough]
13 October
Yes well, surprise! We lost. Again. 170:40. Have I mentioned that I hate Potter? He stole that bloody snitch right out from under my bloody nose. Almost had it as well! Bloody Firebolt. Father thinks I don't deserve one until I've won a match against him. Tried to tell him that I will probably 'not' beat him if he has a faster broom than me but...
Oh also, the little Weasley was staring at me the entire match. Kinda disturbing actually. Is she still pissed off at me because she ran into me? Odd. Or maybe she has finally got some sense and realised how undeniably irresistible and sexy I am. Can't blame her really. There aren't many people like me. Am now quite certain that I am the best looking guy in school. Although I admit that Zabini must come in a close second. How people find Scar Face remotely attractive is beyond me. I mean look at that hair! You'd think he might take the liberty of brushing it every once in a while, but I suppose that's probably too much to ask for from the git.
Aghh! Looks like Pansy's forgiven me. Damn it! Was enjoying the absence of her incessant whining. Although it did last longer than thought, which I suppose should be grateful for. Hers is a voice that can send shudders up your spine... kind of like the feeling you get when fingers scrape a blackboard [shudders respectively].
Quidditch practice today. Raining again and v windy. Swear even the weather has it in for me. How am I supposed to even look for the snitch when 200km/hr winds are coming at me? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin only a few weeks away and am starting to panic. Should have practiced more during summer but oh no, father had me constantly up at that git Voldemort's lair. Bit of a wanker really. Don't know what father sees in him. I mean he himself is only half blood. Talk about depletion of Malfoy traditions and morals. Have now decided that father and death eaters are moronic hypocrites. It's actually quite pathetic the way father grovels at his gangrene-ridden feet all day. You won't catch me carrying out that old fogy's every whim... although as of yet, am not quite certain how to get out of it.
Note to self: formulate plan to get out of servitude to Oldie Voldie.
12 October
Bugger, quidditch game tomorrow! Not ready. Potter will undoubtedly beat me again. Hate that bespeckled freak with a vengeance! Should go practice quidditch moves as last minute resort... oh, should also go yell at team players. Find this usually works in making them play better. Something about how they'll incur my wrath if they lose. I love installing fear into the hearts of men. There's something so... satisfying about it. Mwhahahaha! [cough]
13 October
Yes well, surprise! We lost. Again. 170:40. Have I mentioned that I hate Potter? He stole that bloody snitch right out from under my bloody nose. Almost had it as well! Bloody Firebolt. Father thinks I don't deserve one until I've won a match against him. Tried to tell him that I will probably 'not' beat him if he has a faster broom than me but...
Oh also, the little Weasley was staring at me the entire match. Kinda disturbing actually. Is she still pissed off at me because she ran into me? Odd. Or maybe she has finally got some sense and realised how undeniably irresistible and sexy I am. Can't blame her really. There aren't many people like me. Am now quite certain that I am the best looking guy in school. Although I admit that Zabini must come in a close second. How people find Scar Face remotely attractive is beyond me. I mean look at that hair! You'd think he might take the liberty of brushing it every once in a while, but I suppose that's probably too much to ask for from the git.