(Untitled)

[caustic_serpent]

I really do not understand why everyone is making such a fuss over that dead girl. Oh well. Although I didn't understand it when the other Hufflepuff died too. Maybe it is their way of getting people to notice their pathetic excuse for a house? If they want to go around killing off each other than they can go ahead, it provides me with a source of

Comments

[cunning_malfoy]

Millicent, just shut your over-large mouth for once in your God forsaken life! Why are you still on about love? Is this your way of getting people to notice your pathetic excuse for a life? Maybe if you were just a bit more pleasant people would actually want to be around you, or maybe even go out with you. Ever given that a thought?

"Oh woe is me, I'm sooo evil and mean and no one wants to be my friend because I'm sooo evil and mean! I'm Millicent and I complain about things I don't have the right to complain about because no body loves me! OH WOE!"

Jeez, if you want to wallow in the "ignorance of humanity", go wallow with Cho Chang or someone equally pathetic.

And honestly, complaining about people making a deal out of Abbott in a public journal? People are going to think you did it. If you want to be blamed, go right ahead and bitch about it, by all means, but just because you didn't like the girl doesn't mean you get to laugh about her death. I didn't like her either; she was a bit annoying, but do you see me laughing?

As ignorant as you say the rest of us are, I'm more inclined to say that you are the ignorant one, Millicent.

[caustic_serpent]

Oh you poor simpleton. Do you really think that I care in the slightest about what you think? If I ever did I certainly would not now, especially with the way you are consorting with Potter. Tell me, does your father know about your love interest? And if he did so find out, how would he feel about that?

And I have no idea where you ever got the idea that am complaining because no one loves me, or that I am bitter about that. I have a right to say what I say because everyone else is too blind to see the obvious truth.

And I would also like to add that as much as you may ridicule me, may I say that the rest of Slytherin ridicules you. "Oh look at me, I'm the fearless Draco Malfoy, one of THE Malfoys, hear me roar...but wait, I'm in love and that's a very tender subject so please don't insult it because I am going to get emotionally upset, and now I'm crying and I want HARRY!"

If anyone should take up with Chang it would be you.

[cunning_malfoy]

Simpleton, am I? If I'm the simpleton, why are you the one talking about love being so trivial? It seems very simplistic to regress back to an animal-like state of mind when humanity, especially wizards, have developed a mind complicated enough to actually feel emotions like love. We have posable thumbs and complex brains for a reason, you know, and that's to be superior to other animals. I'm pretty sure emotion plays a part in that. Of course if you would like to adopt the "live, eat, crap, reproduce, die" way of living, I won't try to stop you. I'm open to alternative lifestyles, quite obviously.

Think what you want to think, just don't complain about it so much. No one likes a whiny little bitch who can't keep her mouth shut. I think that is more the obvious truth than what you're on about.

And the rest of Slytherin? I can name three Slytherins right now that I know don't ridicule me, and in my honest opinion, they're the only ones that matter. Slytherin is just a name for the dormitories we sleep in. A greasy old man named it after himself and, voila, now suddenly Slytherin is the reason for living? What's Slytherin going to do for us in the long run? Nothing, it's just a house name with a fashionable colour scheme.

Newsflash, Millicent, you're just an ugly little butch girl who wishes she was in any way appealing to men, and no one has ever liked you. You look like a troll, you sound like a troll, and no matter how smart and tough you make yourself out to be, you're just a bitter teenager with no friends. I'm honestly not surprised you've given up on love. Convincing yourself it's a bad thing must be an easy way to cope with your obvious lack of... well, everything.