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|Monday, October 17th, 2005|
I fail to see why everyone is making such a fuss. Ever since term started nobody's done anything but complain; if it's not one thing, it's another. Honestly, a change in management anywhere is going to mean a few changes in how things work but it's hardly the end of the world. Do get over yourselves, your criticisms are hardly that important.
Frankly, I find it all rather refreshing, having someone in charge who knows what they're doing; it's certainly something they've not had round here for a good long while. It would do the lot of you some good to stop moaning and get on with whatever it is that you do. This is
a school, it's not here to cater to your every whim and the way you're all carrying on is pathetic. Current Mood: aggravated
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
Much as I'm sure you all can't help it, I would appreciate it if you could keep your whispering and accusations to yourselves. I didn't know this was going to happen, and if I had, do you really think I'd admit it just to give you lot the satisfaction of being right? Honestly.
On that subject, I am sure that all those who were injured will recover, except for those who won't, and so I fail to see the point in whinging about it constantly. Kindly shut up, the lot of you.
|Sunday, May 8th, 2005|
I have not been living in the Slytherin dorms for more than a week, and it seems that the ridiculous state of the place has not improved in my absence. I do not know if the most disturbing part of my thankfully brief visit yesterday afternoon was that the common room is still
flooded, meaning that no teacher seems to be bothered in the slightest that various kinds of aquatic wildlife are taking over our House, or that Millicent was swimming
with the wildlife. This state of affairs is unhygenic, dangerous and simply unacceptable. I realise that Slytherin is quite lacking without my presence, however I will return there only once the lake is gone.
It seems that, despite the excellent job done by the Slytherin prefects in making dinner for the school on Thursday, certain students refuse to be satisfied and are blaming me
for a sudden outbreak of some illness in their house. Clearly, the Hufflepuffs need to learn to take responsibility for any outbreaks of disease which may occur amongst themselves, rather than trying to make Slytherins their scapegoats.
|Tuesday, April 5th, 2005|
It seems that this place has become even move uneventful than usual, although I suppose you could argue that this is a good thing. Nevertheless, it is getting rather boring, and having to kick small lake-creatures out of my way just to walk down a corridor is becoming tiresome.
My Birthday was, of course, excellent, and I must say rather entertining. Generally I'm not fond of surprises, but every rule must have its exceptions. A repetition of said event would not be entirely unwelcome. Since I am exceedingly generous, I will also point out that any of you who still wish to send me gifts may still do so, with approrpiate apologies for your lateness, naturally.
I'm sure this entry was the most interesting thing to happen to most of you in some time, but I'm afraid I have more important things to do than alleviate your boredom.
|Sunday, March 13th, 2005|
That was certainly unexpected. Current Mood: surprised
|Saturday, February 12th, 2005|
Whatever is happening in the lake needs to be stopped immediately. Things have started to break out and are infesting the grounds and I do not wish to see these creatures
fornicating every time I happen to glance out of a window. I suggest someone puts down poison at the earliest possible opportunity. There may be casualites amongst the Hufflepuffs and slightly more stupid Gryffindors, but sacrifices must be made.
As half the school doesn't seem to be able to stop wittering about, Monday is Valentines Day, so I expect the entire place will be deluged in pink glitter again. It really is quite pathetic; as if this place wasn't nauseating enough without being surrounded by infatuated children pawing at each other.
Lastly: what the bloody hell has someone been doing in the common room? Or perhaps I don't want to know.
|Saturday, January 29th, 2005|
I cannot think of anything to say, at this point, that would express just how utterly and completely I hate you all.
That was disastrous. Never come near me again.
|Wednesday, January 12th, 2005|
I've never seen such a display of total incompetence in my life
. The lot of you are a disgrace, I'd be better off with a team of FIRST YEARS. Do you lot have any
idea how many bruises I had to get healed beacuse of your UTTER AND COMPLETE LACK OF SKILL OF ANY KIND?
I DO NOT CARE about your mood swings or your face or your bloody superiority complexes or your complete lack of intelligence - we are trying to play QUIDDITCH not write the angst column for the next issue of Witch bloody Weekly!
Since Professor Snape had the foresight to book Slytherin the pitch for the next few days, I'm sure none of you will mind being there at five thirty tomorrow morning for practice before breakfast, and the same time as tonight after dinner tomorrow. We will keep practicing until you resemble something like a Quidditch team and you will all show up every day or I will make you regret it for the REST OF YOUR NATURAL LIVES.
|Tuesday, January 11th, 2005|
Since Quidditch has started up again, I expect to see everyone on the Slytherin team at the pitch tomorrow straight after dinner. You all need the practice, and you're all going to be there. We will, of course, win anyway, since we are by far the superior team, but that's no excuse for you lot to slack off. Don't be late.
I hear that there's a careers advisor in school this week. It must be terrible for some people, to have so little imagination that they have to talk to a complete stranger to get ideas of what they can do after their NEWTs. I, of course, am far too talented in far too many areas to try and settle on a decision already. I expect that whatever I do will be terribly important and, naturally, I will be brilliant at it. Current Mood: bored
|Thursday, December 30th, 2004|
|I hate fleas.
I see that the little people of Hogwarts have taken to orgasming all over the halls now that I have safely made my return. It is incredibly warming to see those that are below me benefit from having someone like myself to look up to and to assist them when they need to be pushed firmly into their rightful places.
It occurred to me during a sitting that I was forced to endure over the Christmas period just exactly how badly this school would be affected in my absence, which led to me thinking about those that will come after my time at this school and wonder exactly who is the great Draco Malfoy. After all, what is a kingdom without it's God but a mass selection of poor lunacy, senile desperation and grunting nobodies that resort to antics such as typing only in capitals in order to be noticed? And so I have decided to take matters into my hands and do something about it.( For the sake of future generationsCollapse ) Current Mood: Pleased.
|Monday, December 13th, 2004|
To the miniature Molly, I am willing to cooperate nicely
with you on this present exchanging scheme. I can offer you either a hair dye job or a change of your family name and in return you quite simply do not get me anything at all. Before you protest at my kindess, please...I just could not bring myself to accept anything off the poor, no matter how raw or handmade the item may be.
Received a package from my mother just an hour ago which included a letter that assured me it is quite alright that I stay here at St Hogwarts this Christmas to bless you all with my presence and ever constant sparkling holiday spirit. Hooray for you lot, I am positive this is quite easily your best Christmas present yet and probably is as good as it's going to get for the majority of you.
Crabbe and Goyle beat someone up this week, or was it last week, in this school it is hard to tell what with all the nonsense that comes and goes but anyway, the fact they beat someone up was not terribly out of character but they did however appear to ignore the tiniest of issues, being that the person who ended up in hospital with half of his face practically falling off was from our very own house. I cannot express exactly how proud I am of them both but I've already showed them just how much a vast majority of times in the past few days during Quidditch practise. Current Mood: These emoticons are ugly.
|Friday, December 3rd, 2004|
I am not knitting anything.
I WILL get my captain badge back.
I WILL hunt down anyone that mentions the Slytherin team to me, including any smart arses that decide to reply to this with drival along the lines of - "eeee Draco, Quidditch! I am doing this because I am a moron who is not even fit to kiss your shoes nevermind comment to you but I must!"
I want to be left alone. Observe. Take note. Kill yourself. Current Mood: annoyed
|Saturday, November 20th, 2004|
My father has sent word saying that during the break the entire grand proportions (handcrafted to obvious high quality) of our 10 acre, 24,00 sq.ft modest Malfoy home are to be left entirely in my good hands. I am not quite sure exactly what I will do with our lagoon pool, library, dungeon, den, dining, gourmet kitchen, studio, gym or any of the 40 (or so) rooms for that matter but I'll think of something.
It has already been reminded to me after seeing certain idiots practise* last night that Quidditch royalty, such as myself, need to remain in top notch condition particularly during the time away from this fantastic school in which I bet most of you will be sitting on your butt and eating like pigs (or chewing grass in Weasley's case) Practise is essential, especially if said royalty is soon to own his second field. Come to think of it, I've always thought the main ballroom would be excellent for Quidditch practise and spent many a glorious day wondering what it would be like to send elves flying through the air with something other than my hand.
*If practising is falling off brooms, flying into each other and screaming like a banshee every time the quaffle heads your way.
|Sunday, November 14th, 2004|
I owled my father today with the results of my recent attempts to secure the Quidditch field and trust me when I say that very soon I expect the majority of you will be made to levitate across Malfoy property if you ever do plan on going outside to use the grounds again in the future, that is if you can even afford
to breathe in the direction of the pitch in the first place.
I find it incredibly amusing that nearly everyone is freaking out about the upcoming exams. In fact, this is the first time that I have really embraced the wondrous idea of keeping these journals. It makes fantastic bedtime reading, looking over the pathetic assumptions and worries that have the honour of being allowed to grace my friends list. I cannot fathom what it is to be as absurd as some of the occupants of this school and I almost feel the tiniest bit sorry for you.
Naturally, I have no worries at all about any of the work that is being set out as I know fine well I will have achieved high results just for my presence alone never mind dazzling the teachers with my usual array of perfect skills. Current Mood: amused
|Friday, November 5th, 2004|
|A word or two, nonetheless magnificent.
I have decided to take matters into my own hands, as have Crabbe and Goyle, and today if you see any of us approaching you with a quill and parchment then you would well to stand still, sign our petition and not speak. Also, do not touch me unless I allow it in advance.
I already own the skies when I am in them therefore it only makes sense that the quidditch pitch itself should also be mine
|Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004|
|I am above subject lines.
Nott, what exactly was the point of throwing that Halloween party when all anyone did was beat the shit out of each other, surely you are not that sadistic? As pathetic and pointless as it was, I have to admit that it did have the odd enlightening moment or two. I cannot quite decide what revelation I liked more, the fact that Weasley for once was not included in yet another round of trio thaumaturgy or that Potter seems to think that it is in his right to be annoyed that he had chosen to lock lips with Granger. He surprisingly wasn't trying to suck the life out of her or find out if she tastes as disgusting as she looks, it was all staged because he just had
to prove something to her. I once was stupidly asked whether it was truly possible to be as perfect as I am but you didn't see me dropping my trousers to prove a point.
Anyway, I wrote a letter to father about being refused access to the grounds for practising Quidditch. And all for what? Some stupid blue tit attempted to fly away from the nest and ended up getting vanquished by a rodent.
Happy birthday Blaise, I hope you find your fabric cleaning kit satisfactory. Perfect for those man made stains that you are so keen on creating and suffering from. Current Mood: aggravated
|Monday, October 25th, 2004|
If you would create something inspired by the idiocy that some lazy muggle came up with, it should not surprise a more intelligent being, such as myself, that you end up with a useless piece of trash that will not accept your password. I decided it was best that I just make a new journal rather than going off to have a word with the elder Weasley about the fact my portable junk refuses to acknowledge that it is incorrect. Not that the bloody nutcase would have the slightest clue what to do in the first place.
As it already has been pointed out already by the frantic lunatics which grace my friends list, (and on that note, ever wondered why do we not have a 'things that I must look upon because our teachers require it' list? See above.) the dark mark appeared at the Quidditch match but I was too busy laughing at how bad Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were playing to have really paid much attention.
Bulstrode, do not scream in my direction ever again if you at all value your lungs.