| 13 September 1942 |
[18 May 2008|04:26am] |
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So on top of everything else we're all trapped in here.
I don't know how I am supposed to get through another week without killing that little bitch Crabtree if I can't get out of here.
Especially now that Miss Fairlight and all of her magickal potions are gone.
Not that the bitch was much good to me. Lately all I've got to do is even look at her and she's cringing and running to hide behind Hadrian. You'd think she knew me better than Laurie does.
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| 11 September 1942 |
[05 Dec 2007|02:24am] |
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 mad. and sleep deprived. |
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They're watching me.
I can feel their eyes on me all the time. Crabtree has friends I suppose.
Miss Fairlight won't look at me any more. I wonder what the little shit said and to who.
Even Mulciber and Malfoy are looking at me like they don't think they know me.
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| 10 September 1942 |
[29 Oct 2007|11:29am] |
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That little bastard is still in my dreams. Haven't had a good night's sleep in ages.
Don't know how I am going to get through Defence today.
Asked Miss Fairlight--ha!--for something stronger. She said she would get it to me if I promised to stay away from Crabtree. Wonder if the little brat has been talking. I know she has what I want, she killed that damn dog with it, soft-hearted thing that she is.
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| 7 September 1942 |
[20 Jul 2007|04:54pm] |
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Laurie's dreamless sleep potion must have been made by a third-year because it's fucking stopped working. I got a few good hours in yesterday and then last night I went to sleep, out like a light and bam! something dragged me right out of my body. But that's not the worst of it. I woke up Baddock and Bulstrode again.
Laurie, the bitch, wasn't even here. I wonder who the fuck he was in bed with and what the fuck he thinks he's doing. Nobody woke me up. I wonder if there's even any breakfast left. And I can't shake the sound of Crabtree's voice, laughing.
I'm going to murder that little piece of shite. See if I don't.
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| 6 September 1942 |
[03 Jul 2007|09:45pm] |
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I can’t fucking believe it’s morning already. I want to go back to sleep. I really do. But I keep having dreams that I can’t remember that wake up the whole room. Bulstrode and Baddock are just about ready to kill me and Laurie’s acting like an old lady.
I hate this. Even fucking Dashwood is giving me sympathetic looks, like he actually gives a damn if I fall off the face of the earth and die. Shit, maybe he does. Who the fuck knows what he thinks any more, now that he isn’t telling the whole world in the bitchiest way possible.
Crabtree tries to avoid me, but when I look at him, he very nearly smiles at me. I hate that little bastard. I want to wipe that little ghost of a smile off his face with the stones in the wall. It’s as though he knows exactly how miserable I am and would like to take credit but doesn’t quite dare yet.
Little shit. He shouldn’t even be in our House. What the hell is wrong with the Hat, two in five years, Dolloway and Crabtree? Did somebody drop it in mud and forget to clean it?
When the fuck is there going to be Quidditch again? I need to beat the living shit out of something and if Laurie doesn’t stop fussing like that it might be him, but I don’t really want to beat Laurie, I want to beat Crabtree.
I wish I were a prefect, I know there are going to be beatings tonight.
Fucking Crabtree. And fucking Avery and Greengrass. Who doesn’t have rich parents any more because they fucking got caught. Fucking Greengrass. Too bad Mulciber won’t teach me to do a proper Obliviate.
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| 3 September 1942 |
[19 Mar 2007|11:28am] |
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Riddle decided to take some time this morning to inform me that he was watching me and that he would not permit me to engage in any inappropriate activities with the younger students.
Considering that Lucius Malfoy has been in his room for a chat every night since school started, I find that rather amusing, especially since Zabini in fourth year gives them looks like he’s horribly jealous. I have to admit I never thought any of the Malfoys would have needed that much help with his Greek. But what do I know? Every prefect must have his fag, and who wouldn’t want to smoke a Malfoy?
Damn it, when are Potter and Bulstrode going to announce tryouts?
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| 2 September 1942 |
[05 Mar 2007|09:52am] |
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cheerful |
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Lockhart is still pretty. And stuck like glue to Hawkwood, who is trouble walking around in the shape of a girl. Firsties this year in our house largely not as interesting as Lockhart, but Crabtree doesn't seem to have anyone looking after him.
Looking forward to Quidditch tryouts. And Hogsmeade, though many of our friends won't be able to go.
Ravenclaws very, very annoying. Miss Malfoy, however, is not. Wonder how she is doing with McGonagall.
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| 1 September 1942 |
[21 Dec 2006|09:58am] |
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School today. Looking forward to it. Quidditch again. Always look forward to Quidditch.
Mulciber never did loan me those books, damn him. I always let him look at mine. We'll see if he changes his tune when he sees my newest delivery. For Christ's sake, the books I want of his aren't even porn. They're for studying. Just not on the syllabus, because Bettony would rather eat fermented shite than teach us anything offensive.
Wonder what Marvell has been up to since she was elevated. Laurie is dying to see her. He's more of a girl than she is sometimes.
Wonder if Dashwood will still have any influence over Crouch now that everyone's seen his dirty underwear. Be a pity to lose that.
Wonder if Greenwood's sister is still a whore. God, I'd hate it if she ever straightened out.
Wonder if any of the firsties will be interesting. And if Lockhart is still pretty.
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| 26 August 1942 |
[27 Jun 2006|11:02am] |
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Meeting today, not very interesting. Most of the usual suspects present, and very little business done.
Saw Dashwood and Kyteler in the Alley at one of my favourite establishments. Didn't think Kyteler went in for that sort of thing, but the food is all right. Told Kyteler in May that if he'd just drag Dashwood off by the hair things would be fine again. Guess he took my advice because Dashwood had the look of a boy who's been freshly and thoroughly fucked and shown what his place is. Too pretty by half, but I finally see what Kyteler sees in him.
The Mudblood Marvel is now a Malfoy. Wonder what Laurie will think of that. The rest of Slytherin will surely be shook up. Will be interesting, to watch how it all falls out.
It's been a long day and if Laurie knows what's good for him he'll set me all to rights at once.
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