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Mar. 21st, 2007


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What the fuck is going on?

Jan. 16th, 2007



I hate Pomfrey! She won't let me leave this god-forsaken hell-hold of an infirmary! I'm bored out of my mind and Pansy's pulling the silent treatment on me again. I need...entertainment.

Some third year in the bed next to me, Hufflepuff I think, is playing this odd muggle contraption called a game-boy. He's been utterly entranced by it for the last couple of hours and I can't see why. How can pressing a few buttons be fun? The thing is really annoying, it's making all these horrible sounds and they are starting to get on my nerves. If I had my wand, I'd hex him blue.

I need chocolate.

Jan. 2nd, 2007



Pomfrey brought me my journal so I could update here. I'm not really sure what I want to say. Harry is here and I don't want him to go, but he should really get back to his classes. Pomfrey said I can't leave the hospital wing until I'm better. I don't want to leave. They'll come back for me. Guess this is a boring entry.

Oct. 16th, 2006


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I hate Snape. I hate Dumbledore. I hate father. I hate the Death Eaters.
From the same source I have not taken I need sleep. I haven't slept decently in so long and it's killing me. My sorrow; I could not awaken They won't let me sleep. Every couple of hours I have to take another potion and I don't think I can do it anymore. My heart to joy at the same tone; Last night I slept for about two hours and I dreamed of the Manor and mother the whole time. And all I loved, I loved alone. I dreamed about stuff I had forgotten, like how on the third floor in the West Wing, there is a secret alcove where I used to hide when Grandma came to visit. She used to pinch my cheeks so hard they'd bruise and then she'd laugh and laugh and it was horrible. Mother adored her, father hated her and she frightened me. I usually got in trouble for hiding from her. Father would always be livid. I think he was always jealous because I could hide, but he was too big to fit into that alcove. All are needed by each one; I afraid for Snape. Nothing is fair or good alone.He's taking such good care of me, but he can't go back to the Dark Lord. He says that if he goes back, he'll be forced to bring me with him. I'm not sure how to take this. Uncle Sev has always been one of the Dark Lord's biggest supporters. He and father used to spend hours talking about how grand everything was going to be after their Lord defeated Dumbledore and his pathetic army. Now...now he's throwing it all away for me. But amid my broken slumbers I know whose taken the mark at school. It's obvious. Still I heard those magic numbers, I think Dumbledore probably knows too. As they loud proclaimed the flight Uncle Sev hasn't told the old man anything, I'm sure of it. But they are the reason he's taken me out of school. And stolen marches of the night; And hidden me here.

I'm glad there is only one way in and out of this place. I'm glad it's locked to me. But why do I keep trying to escape? The urge is a getting stronger and soon I won't be able to stop it. Now I know how a canary feels; trapped in a gilded cage. Only problem is, I have no one to sing too. How awful is that?

[occ: experts from ; Alone by E.A. Poe; Each and All by R.W. Emerson; Carillion by H.W. Longfellow. ]

[occ:I took of the ability to comment. This is just Draco ranting and most of his posts will be the same. Sorry folks.]

Oct. 15th, 2006


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I'm living in a damn broom closet! I'm so bored!

I hate you all.

Good day.

I don't hate you Harry. I love you Harry. Don't hate me Harry. Miss you Harry.</strike

Oct. 1st, 2006


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Somebody help me damnit! Harry's convulsing and screaming and I don't know what to do! Granger, Weasel, where the hell are you???

Sep. 28th, 2006


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Today I'm actually in a good mood. Things are starting to look up. I only had to hex a handful of first years and that went well.

Have I gained weight? Harry made me promise I'd have one box of cookies a week instead of the six several boxes I usually have.

Harry wants me to go with him to the Gryffindor Commons. I think he has a death wish out for me. I told him no, but he then pulled out those puppy dog eyes that alway get me and fucked me into the mattress afterwards so I said yes. Gods am I stupid.

Damn I'm late for breakfast!

Sep. 27th, 2006


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So far, I've hexed at least forty of my peers. Mind you, nothing as drastic as before because Harry got mad at me and well, told me I couldn't have any more cookies and then punished me Oh Gods yes!. I am however running out of innocent hexes. I've used the orgasm hex Abbott gave me, a zapper hex, a hex that give one massive boils that pop and ooze vile smelling puss...I've used the tentacle curse, the Blank Hand hex, yada, yada, yada. Hm...I think I have an idea.

Sep. 21st, 2006



[occ: I went on a mental holiday. I'm back now, no worries.]

After much thought and philosophical debating, I have decided certain individual can all go to hell and die. Except for these people:

Turpin- She provides me with cookies.
Harry - If I have to point out why, you're obviously an idiot
Abbott- She gave me that hex and because of that, I owe her.

I can't think of anyone else that is safe from my wraith. If you doubt my sincerity, by all means, please go visit that poor unfortunately Hufflepuff in the infirmary, who will soon be transferred to St. Mungo's do to the fact she is lacking bones in most of her body and is not mentally unfit to be called a human being.

Side Note: If anyone sees Crabbe, remind him he has my notes from Potions and he is to return them post haste.

That will be all.

Sep. 10th, 2006


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Who ever said cookies weren't made by the gods, are bloody idiots.

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