||None- someone turned off the W&R I had on
Well, this is (---)ing perfect, isn't it?
And yes, the sarcasm is enough to choke a hippgriff. Deal with it, little bound bits of parchment, because I feel like ranting a bit, and you will serve the purpose well enough. Seeing as I can't really rant to anyone else at the moment (especially some people), you will have to do.
Look at me, it's like I'm a (---)ing third year, using this thing for ranting my feelings about things. I'm sure I'll wake up and look at this and tear it out, so it's really just a waste of ink and time.
All the same...
(---) Lucius Malfoy, and (---) Narcissa Malfoy, and (----) Draco for- well, just because. It was my fault for being in there that night, I'll give him that, but I wouldn't have been at his (---)ing manor in the first place if it wasn't for him! I told him over and over that me spending Christmas over there was completely ridiculous and could only end horribly, and he just persisted! Then, when he hears that my (---)ing slacker parents decided to pack it off to Germany for the holiday and leave me at school, he has to go all bloody white knight and insist that I should spend the holiday at his house!
And lo, all hell began to break loose upon the masses.
Or at least, all hell began to break loose on the two of us.
(---)! And (----), (---), (----), and every other word that disappears the second I write it. Effing censoring charms.
This would be so much easier if I didn't have classes with him. I could just ignore that he ever existed, ignore that I was ever stupid enough to have had anything more to do with him than your average Slytherin "friendship", and it would all be nice and cold again.
But no, he has to be there in the common room, so I can't sit by the fire; he has to be in most my classes, so I can't relax in the least and just nod off like I usually do; he has to be every-(---)ing-where. It's like he does it on purpose, and I wouldn't put it past him at this point. I know him, more than most people would know him, and he would do something like that.
I could just be acting as paranoid as a blinkin' Hufflepuff, though.
I need to see M. I need to... I need to talk to him, to do something, and get my mind off of Draco.
I need to fly- it's late enough now that I could, if I wasn't completely freaked that I might not be able to change back- I just haven't been sleeping as well lately.
It's cold, but I don't care so much. It's much (---)ing colder in here.