Journal entry 012

Mar 10, 2005 23:28

So. The life of an under privileged student at Hogwarts.

Well that’s how it feels these days. The common room smells. It has well an odour of B.O and sweaty feet. Crabbe, Goyle, Please keep your socks and shoes on in future, I don’t know how those little cretins get rid of the feet smell. But those plebs 3rd years aren’t doing such a good job.

I am still on huger strike. So far so good. [private to Slytherin] My sweet supply is beginning to dwindle a little so I may have to owl home for reserves. Knowing my mum she will arrive here with a house elf and a portable kitchen. Actually that might not be such a bad idea. I have a feeling Dumbledore wouldn’t let her in however, maybe we could sneak her in. I am liking this idea a lot actually. The more I think, the better it gets.

I think I may have to faint in a few lessons, get the point across. Maybe Madam Pomfrey will have some chocolate. Could we fake a Dementor attack?

Also, as everyone seams to be noticing the disappearance of our beloved Potions master, I really think we should do something. Daphne I think you are right. A full scale search of the castle is probably the best option. Maybe this weekend would work? While all the teachers are busy preparing lesson plans and the like, and we will have a whole day to poke our noses around.[/Private]

I got a very nice fire going this morning. Yes I know shock shock horror horror D. Malfoy actually helped out. Well it looks like that on the outset, but really I just wanted to play around with flames and stuff. It looked fun. It kind of wasn’t however, but nevermind, I won’t make that mistake again.

So that ends my day as an underprivileged student of Hogwarts.
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