Jul 16, 2004 17:15
There are no words to describe the ferocity of the rage I am feeling at this time, towards a certain potions master.
He took 10 points off and gave me a detention because I was late. I am not cross about the punishment, I should not have been late. But I did not think it necessary to insult me.
you insufferable little know-it-all
unfortunately blessed with a overly-large brain
The words are still ringing in my ears.
It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt, Miss. Granger
As I think about it now, the injustices of it all make me quiver with anger.
At least I managed one remark before my nerves failed me; I don't think tardiness necessitaties insults
It's just so unfair.
As if I haven't got enough work to be getting on with at the moment without this stupid detention, wasting my evening.
And now Raine has invited everyone to some club. I do not think I shall go though, I do not feel up to it.
I must go; I have work to do.