August 9, 1997
My mum left this morning. She told me it was business she had to finish, but I know she went to see father. She should know better, but hell she will do what she wants to. I'm not about to step in the way of my mother if she actually believes she loves him. Sure I'll freely say right now my mother is being very daft, but that's because I don't want to deal with her when she gets home. She'll probably come home sad and not eat dinner. I don't mind, it just means I have a quiet dinner here at last. Without the screaming, the arguing, or the bloody house elves saying they'll go smash their ears in an oven. I personally think they should cook them selves one by one in the oven and get out of my house. Nothing but a nuisance they are. At least they are better than that mudblood I have to go to school with. I saw her today in Diagon Alley and nearly lost my lunch. She thinks she knows everything. You just want to hit her over the head with a book and tell her to shut her mouth, though she'd probably enjoy being hit over the head with a book. Bloody mudblood needs to know how to stay out of my way. She'll learn she's not welcome in this world that's for sure. I don't know why we even accept them here. Dumbledore seems fine by that, but he's a mudblood-loving freak along with the Weasel's family and Potter. Just thinking about them makes me angry. As I've said before, Hogwarts and the Wizarding world would be so much better with out them.
I bought my schools supplies though. It's not like it was that hard. I went in said I was a Malfoy and I nearly got everything half price, while the git next to me stood there searching for enough money to buy one lousy book.
Makes me wonder, would I wish for the money I have if I lived in poverty like that kid does? Bloody hell, I would put myself out of misery if I had to live like the Weasley and have no money. Sure I may not like my father as a father or my mother much as a mother, but I do like what I got from having them be my parents. I'm thankful for what I have and Merlin knows I wouldn't have it any other way. Money is money, but I sure do like it.
I got an owl from a friend of my fathers this morning as well. He wants my mother and I to attend a ball, though I know it would more like a friendly gathering. Most likely friend and family of his as well. I haven't told mother. She took off before I could mention it to her. I don't know if I will. I don't feel like being dragged to some bloody gathering and explain why my father is in Azkaban when everyone knows why. They are just like Pansy, they expect me to put on a face and get all teary eyed about it. Malfoys do not cry and Malfoys do not get sad. Screw my father for getting caught I don't bloody care. He can't rot in there. He's the one that had no brains in that situation. That felt good actually. I should try that more often, Merlin knows I haven't the air to do it when my mother or father, like that will ever happen, are home.
Anyway, I should be going. I am expecting guests for tea. Mother arranged it so I might as well put on a good show. Besides, mother should be home shortly and I haven't the time to go gallivanting around like a normal teenager should do. I have to make up for the shoddy work my so-called father, Lucius Malfoy, did to my name. Disgrace that man is right now, just a bloody disgrace to the Malfoy name.
~Draco A. Malfoy
