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Sept. 2 [13 Jun 2003|03:57pm] Could this possibly get any more boring? I'm not saying I want to hop right in with the actual classwork, but there's something about all this review that bugs, sort of a "been there, done that" feeling. It's not like I remember everything, but I remember enough that I'm tired of hearing it again. The half-giant, Hagrid, isn't even here; he's always good for a laugh when you're out of things to laugh at, and he usually finds a way to breed chaos. Wouldn't be surprising if he actually did that, breed chaos. Sounds like the kind of animal he'd like to have around, the nutter. There are more important things than laughter this year, I know, but sometimes a girl's just got to get her kicks in different ways, and I'm already growing bored with the typical taunting and macho-posturing. I mean, there's only so many times you can call someone "Scarhead" before it pulls a yawn, and even Snape being his usual bastardly self isn't so fun. He's the only one that's acting like himself, teacher-wise; you can't tell it just by looking, but pay close attention and you can see that they're all a little nervous this year. They should be. post comment

{PRIVATE) [08 May 2003|08:34pm] [ mood | shivered and timbered ] [ music | crash ] Merlin, I love it when it rains. Gets me all chilled, you know, like the lightning's actually hitting me and not just some random metal thing out there in the distance. Damn nice feeling, if you ask me - it ranks up there with the Big Bang and making Granger get that funny look on her face (the one where she looks like she's deciding whether to cry, hex you into oblivion, or run to the nearest teacher). I could sit here at the window all night, if it weren't for the fact that this is the hallway that the Bloody Baron likes to wander down once it goes inky out there and I'm not such a big fan of my hair standing on end. Don't get me wrong; I'm not scared of all that much (though I'm obviously pretty (---)ed up if I'm writing in this damned thing when I don't have to), but the Bloody Baron is another thing entirely. Draco admitted that the Bloody Baron made him scream like a girl in second year once; he wouldn't confess as to whether his trousers stayed clean or not. Oh, Merlin, would you look at that? That had to have been the biggest flash yet, and I was looking down when it hit! (----). Hey, I have to get my kicks somewhere these days, don't I? Not that I don't get plenty of kicks, as it is (because I get all the kicks I could ask for), but other than him, I'm starting to feel like I'm not doing anything worth doing. I haven't spoken to certain persons in a bloody long time now, and thanks to Dumblebore upping the security around here once again there haven't been any chances to enact anything whatsoever. (---)ing (----), can't let anyone have a spot of fun, now can he? Been keeping a closer eye on that Terry bloke, though; I keep expecting him to say something or do something, but nothing happens. Either little Mr. Ravenclaw figured out a way to keep things to a calm chaos, or... Or he found out about. Well. He'd kick me out of the loop then, wouldn't he? Oh, here's the best part: the thunder. That always makes me shiver the most. post comment

[public] [30 Mar 2003|01:56pm] [ mood | bored ] Today was an average day at Hogwarts, which is to say that it was one of the most hideously boring days I have had the intense displeasure to sit through. Or something like that. That great oaf Professor Hagrid got it into his head that it would be alright to give a presentation on dragons with Professor Weasley. It would have been interesting, except for the part where it really really wasn't. They couldn't bring in any real dragons (I'm sure poor Hagrid was in tears from that), so we just got to sit and look at diagrams drawn in the air, and a bunch of lame illustrations that we've all seen at least ten times before. Granger, of course, was fascinated. Has anyone checked that girl's head for abnormal growths? I can't wait til the match this month; we're going to beat Gryffindor flat, hands down. We'll sweep the bloody pitch with them, and I do mean bloody in the literal sense, in their case. I'm sure we'll hear a few complaints that we're being a bit rough, but come on, this is a game. If you wanted an ickle tea party then go back home and play with your dolls a bit; don't bother coming to the match if you don't want to see a real good bloodshed techniques. 7 comments|post comment

[PUBLIC] [23 Feb 2003|07:56pm] [ mood | mischievous ] Hmm, it's been over a week since we crushed Hufflepuff in Quidditch, and I'm still riding the high from that one. We kicked their arses, oh yes, and we'll be doing the same to Gryffindor in April. You might think that you stand a chance, Gryffindorks, but trust me, you don't. You'll be leaving the pitch with the remaining shards of your cheap broomsticks, and the tattered remains of your dignity, mark my words. No, really, you over there in the corner, write that down. I've been in an extraordinarily good mood this last few days, and I predict that it will stay about for a while. Things have been going well on many fronts, despite some minor setbacks, and now things... things are beginning to move, and I'm looking forward to pushing some to the next step soon. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then good. You're a bit daft, aren't you? Though most of the students in this place are... Practices have been going better than ever since a few things have been resolved between some of the players, and now I'm positive that we're going to score the Quidditch Cup this year. After four years of having it snatched from right under our noses, we're going to take it back. Potter and his cronies have no chance whatsoever, if they haven't changed their tactics drastically since the match in October. We've got another late practice tonight so I ought to be heading off, just wanted to write in this bloody thing before I got points taken off for Slytherin for not participating. ~T.D 3 comments|post comment

[PRIVATE] The pains of joys... [16 Feb 2003|03:43am] [ mood | thoughtful ] Good Merlin, was it really only two months? It seems like it was a lot longer, but I guess it was just the blasted frustration that did it, or it could have been the tension at practices. (---), it's nice to be able to crawl into someone's bed again. Or, at least, it's nice to be able to crawl into his (though he did spend last night in mine; I'm surprised the charm on the curtains didn't wear off). I've already stayed two nights in the prefect's quarters, and might I say that it is (---)ing nice to have that little bit of privacy. No Braddock-pests to wake us up and taunt us, no worrying about whether the dormmates can hear, no wondering how we're going to sneak out of the room without anyone else in the room noticing... it's quite nice, I must say. And he... he is just as nice as ever. In the sense that he is never nice, but being with him is like... like being fed chocolate for hours on end. Sex is like chocolate, you know- and he's like Honeyduke's best, I have to admit. Listen to me, I'm practically (---)ing waxing poetic about him- he makes me not think straight, you know. And that's the problem, you see; it always has been. He could be the loose end; he could mess this entire plan up simply by being there. If I get more attached, I'll be thinking about him and that, and my mind will be completely elsewhere when I need it to be here, to be focused on our plan and all that we have worked out. I can't risk it... But I am, aren't I? Every day, and sometimes twice a day, I'm risking this. I'm not telling either of them about the other- for one thing, Draco would flip and try to either stop it or help out, both of which would only be large annoyances; Mor the other would most likely flip on me as well, and that's the last thing I want to see. (---), if he knew that I had gone back to Draco... So I'm not telling him, and I'll take the pains to keep it a secret from him for now. As long as I can manage it. I should go back to sleep; Draco's been stirring. ~T. post comment

[PUBLIC] Drool and other things... [09 Feb 2003|03:33pm] [ mood | bored ] Well, things have finally quieted down around here, so far as annoyingly boring rumours go. I believe the latest rumour involves that great oaf Hagrid and his dear creatures, and it's not really something that I would like to have running about in my head at the moment. School is boring, as ever. Classes start, teachers go on and on about all sorts of bland and pointless things. Really, now, when the (---) am I ever going to need to know all about the Sphinx Riots of 1325 in my later life? We spent two hours listening to Binns go on about it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world! Well, those of us who weren't able to doze off, that is- I believe it is interesting to note that both Crabbe and Goyle were drooling, and Crabbe was drooling on Goyle's hand. Bet he must have been surprised to wake up with a wet hand and not find it was his fault. I don't intend to raise Sphinxes (now, who in their right mind would? Oh, right, the poster boy for sanity that is Rubeus Hagrid, I guess). I also don't really care about the exact position of Pluto on midwinter's night, or the perfect way to make a potion that causes the hair on House Elves' toes to turn blue. It's all very, very pointless. How many years is it now until I'm out of this place? ~T.D. post comment

[PUBLIC] [04 Feb 2003|05:20pm] [ mood | bitchy ] A few days ago, the rumours about Braddock and Malfoy were hilarious. Today, the next person who insists that I tell them if I've seen anything "strange" or "poncy" going on between them will get a swift kick and a quick hex. I mean it. I am sick of this topic, for (----)'s sake; why doesn't this school just go find something else to gossip on about. The horse is not only dead, it has decayed to a bleached-boned skeleton with not a scrap of flesh left, and even the flies have given up on it. Stop riding, already. ~T.D 10 comments|post comment

[PRIVATE] [01 Feb 2003|02:12am] [ mood | listless ] I will close the journal, and stop bothering to answer his replies. Any time now. Oh, really, who the (---) am I kidding? (---).... post comment

[PRIVATE] [01 Feb 2003|01:30am] [ mood | cranky ] Well, this (---)ing sucks. I think the only thing that could suck more than this right now would be to have Filch chain me up by my thumbs and let Peeves mess with me, and even that would almost be a joy compared to this. I'm bored. I'm bored, and I'm just a little bit lonely, and I want... I want something I'm not touching with a ten-foot pole. (---)ing hell, what the (---) am I supposed to do about it? Concievably, I could just go find someone (there are a few who could fill in, I guess) and get rid of this annoying little itch (for lack of a better description), but somehow I feel like it's not... not enough. Bloody hell- Malfoy, you (---)ding prat; you've effed it all up now. Certainly there's a potion to make this go away- I'll check the books and see what I can find. If all else fails, I could always go looking for something more interesting to occupy myself with, maybe sneak off to the pitch. We'll see. ~T.D post comment

[PUBLIC] And the rumours start to fly... [31 Jan 2003|05:02pm] [ mood | amused ] Well, I have to admit I'm just a wee bit surprised. I don't know for sure what happened, seeing as all that comes out of something like this is a mass of rumours. Most of them aren't true, you can assume, since most of the junk flying around the school these days is completely false anyways, but who knows what the truth is? Among the rumours are: 1) Malfoy and Braddock have been having a secret relationship for almost a year 2) Braddock is Malfoy's toy and slave 3) Malfoy and Braddock are going to elope after Hogwarts 4) Malfoy is secretly a woman. Oh, yes, I am very amused. ~T.D 34 comments|post comment

[private] Chains and Mrs. Norris... Filch must be a pretty wild guy, under all the grease [27 Jan 2003|07:22pm] [ mood | devious ] Well, finally I got something interesting to do. Snape, in that sadistic style that is so perfect for him, decided that my detention for leaving class early (though I really think the (---) was more peeved about me slapping his favourite student) would be served with him. If I had a dirtier mind (and who am I kidding, my mind's not exactly the picture of purity), I would say that Snape was up to something. Then I would shudder, be scarred for the rest of my life, and spend my remaining days under one of the girls' beds, refusing to come out. Anyways, the great git just had me going through his cupboards and tossing out Potions ingredients that were too old to be used properly (what? Filch needed his chains for something else last night?). It looked to be terribly boring, until he pointed me towards the second cupboard on the right. He always locks that one. Oh, (---) yes, I got to go through Snape's stash of seriously nasty ingredients. I think I saw a cat's skull in the mix, but I was rather distracted by one shelf, that had his Transfigurations potions. He watched me like a hawk for about an hour while I went through the mix, checking the books he pulled out to make sure that a potion was still good, but a house elf came in with a note after a bit. He growled something at me and said he would be right back, and I took the oppurtunity to nick a few things. Oh, yes, these will be very helpful. Very much indeed. ~T.D post comment

[PUBLIC] Yet another required entry. [25 Jan 2003|01:38pm] [ mood | bored ] [ music | Scarlet 7- Charmed by You ] Well, I can actually say that today was one of the most boring days of my life. This even tops the week last year where Binns was giving after-school lectures that those of us who don't care so much had to go to- it was that boring. Potions was as bland as usual; Longbottom didn't blow up his cauldron or completely botch the potion for once, so there was no entertainment there. Granger did her potion perfectly, as usual, and Snape seemed too tired for a snarky remark to that effect. Malfoy ponced about on his side of the room, gloomy and grouchy as though we were all supposed to watch him and feel sorry for him. I believe the highlight of my day was watching a Hufflepuff trip on the stairs and hurt his arm, but even the look on his face didn't make the day more interesting. I'm bored, Hogwarts. And being bored is so very boring. I'm so bored that I'm actually writing in this blasted thing, and I'm attempting to write an entire entry to McMyTartenKnickersAreTooTightGonagall's standards- not one curse word in here, wouldn't my mum and dad be proud of me? They haven't written me in about a week; I'm beginning to wonder if someone has died and they simply did not feel like telling me. Maybe Uncle Gerald? He's been getting up there, and leaning on the Firewhisky doesn't seem to be helping any. Never liked him all that much, anyways. So terribly terribly bored, that I'm beginning to imagine the deaths of my relatives. I'll shut up now. ~T.D post comment

[PRIVATE] [20 Jan 2003|10:46pm] [ mood | bitchy ] [ music | Emergency- Riot Witch ] Well, this is certainly looking gloomy, isn't it? I went to see him listen to what he had to say- and none of it was anything truly shocking. Nothing new, really; he insists that he did nothing wrong, I insist the same, he orders me to take this seriously, I threaten to hex him into next Friday. Ho-hum, we've seen this scene before, have we not? I'm so (---)ing tired of playing around with him. So very tired. I have plans- I have ideas that I've wanted to go through with, and I have the means to do it now. He just throws a wand in the whole thing, and ruins the entire bloody plan. He just makes it so much harder. (---). post comment

[PRIVATE] The way things stand [19 Jan 2003|08:57pm] [ mood | determined ] [ music | Off the Tome- Darker genre ] People, as a whole, confuse me. Some, I'm pretty sure I've figured out, or at least I've learned the key to why they act like they do. Others, such as Draco, I've still not worked out. That (---)hole deserved being slapped; he should be happy I didn't hex him. I provoked him, yes, but that's just how I am. You would think that after four years of knowing me, he would have learned how to deal with it. But no, this whole (---)ing mess has flipped all that was upside-down. Blaise, for one thing... we were really close once, when I was stupid enough to put trust into people and think that they would understand something about me. And now? We laughed, which is something I haven't done in a long time I think, and I told her that I would still be her friend... but what is a friend? It's something entirely useless. (---) being decent, or caring altogether- all I have in the world is me, and I know that now. I'm going to make it better for me here, and hell to anyone who tries to get in the way of that. ~T. post comment

[PUBLIC] Fine, McGonagall, just, fine [19 Jan 2003|08:48pm] [ mood | moody ] [ music | Bad Potion- Pass the Henbane ] I have to agree with Malfoy on one thing- all of you need to shut the (---) up already. It's none of your business, you know- and that just means that you want to hear about it all the more. If you want an explanation of what happened, then you can take a long fly on a Cleansweep Four, because you aren't about to get one. He deserved it- that's all you really need to know. As for me, I am pretty sure I didn't deserve the detention I've been handed. I can count too many times when students have left class a few minutes early and not been landed with detention- I honestly think Professor Snape, arrogant arsehole that he is, has gone discipline-happy. That idiot Longbottom got detention as well today- though that should be no surprise, he gets at least one a month. This marks the third time he has melted a cauldron this year. I think he deserves a reward for his stupidity, really. Like a silver cup with no bottom- he'd never figure out the difference. ~T. post comment

Accentuation... [12 Jan 2003|02:34am] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | 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. ~T post comment

PUBLIC- (---)ing required entries [12 Jan 2003|02:30am] [ mood | pissed off ] [ music | Wands and Roses- Welcome to the Dungeon ] (---) you all. Each and every one of you can all go to Hades, and not come back. (---). That is all. ~T.D 11 comments|post comment

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