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Early morning babbling [16 Jul 2003|01:08am]
[ mood | annoyed ]

Oui. Another day, another waste of my time.

No, I do not mean that... tonight was, yes, a strange night, beginning with my taking of Annabel, and ending with Dementors. Between that, it became more confusing than strange. Two words to place it on -- Siobhan Callahan.

Mon dieu, that girl... the Sorting Hat was wrong when it put her into Hufflepuff. She is no more a Hufflepuff than I am Scottish. I... am confused. She is someone I wish to be... myself, for. She has been attending this school, this British factory of wizards and witches, only one year less than I, and now I notice her. Fickle Eris, why do you do this to me?

I have offended her in a way only a de Monet could, and I feel guilt. Moi, guilt. This is not right. I do not understand. I have written to Oncle Rupert, and see what he will advise me with. I will send the letter in the morning

Oh, and Ballesteros... heh. We shall see. I am bruised, I do not like bruises. I--

Hmm. It seems that Malfoy is again spilling curses about Potter, and Flint is going on about Wood. Usual fare. I keep forgetting how terribly loud the common room gets. I should have stay--

Annabel is weeping. I cannot stand it. And now she comes over to me. Merde. Merlin give me strength.

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Nothing worse than a hypocrite [03 Apr 2003|12:38am]
[ mood | apathetic ]

Of course over holiday, Mama and Papa proved this time and time again. Dwelling over it makes me angry still, so I shan't go through it again.

Slytherin House is a-bustle with preparations to be the prettiest at the Ball. Drooling children, all of them. I do not see who they are attempting to impress. Most are dog-faced purebred mongrels, the rest, mindless yes-men.

They remind me of Jeanne-Marie.

At least Edwards and Ballesteros can always bring amusement to me. She has heard of his new playtoy, a Gryffindor, and like all peahens, wants to win her peacock back. It shall prove to be entertaining.

Warrington is waxing moon-eyed over some strumpet in Gryffindor as well. I wonder if it is the same girl. I never bothered to find out.

Time to feign appreciation in Potions.

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Test message [02 Apr 2003|01:34am]
[ mood | awake ]

Because tests are fun.

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