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My dress robes will not be ready until Friday. This is ridiculously unimpressive. Madam Malkin's usually has more adequate service than this. Of course, I suppose I should make an exception. I'm sure they had to import the fabric overseas. However, I'll be owling My Father in regards to their tardy service. They haven't seen the last of me.
Speaking of shoddy service, has anyone noticed that the house-elves here are becoming stingier and stingier? Last night at dinner, the only thing I got on my place was a limp stalk of celery and a note that said "Hehehe!" Except that it was spelt wrong, and looked more like, "Hhffef." I can only assume this was meant for a Hufflepuff. Perhaps it's a hint that Susan Bones should finally start that diet of hers. Honestly, if I had a chin like that, I certainly wouldn't go out in public. Or should I say chins?
I had the unfortunate disgust of sharing an hour of Charms lessons with the Hufflepuffs this afternoon. I really don't know what this school is thinking. Surely the Slytherins deserve to have classes by themselves. Between double Care of Magical Creatures after lunch and Charms with the Hufflepuffs after that, I felt as though I'd spent the afternoon at a convention for hags.
Which, of course, just makes the prospect of the Bleu Ball oh so exciting. The thought of Hogwarts' driest coming out in their Sunday worst isn't the most appealling way I can think of to spend an evening. Nonetheless, I have to make an appearance. Besides, it will be charming to spend an evening with a girl so enamoured with me. Pansy is quite the witch.
Now, I've got to go off and patrol the corridors to see if any deviants have sneaked out after curfew. Being a Prefect is such a hardship.
Speaking of shoddy service, has anyone noticed that the house-elves here are becoming stingier and stingier? Last night at dinner, the only thing I got on my place was a limp stalk of celery and a note that said "Hehehe!" Except that it was spelt wrong, and looked more like, "Hhffef." I can only assume this was meant for a Hufflepuff. Perhaps it's a hint that Susan Bones should finally start that diet of hers. Honestly, if I had a chin like that, I certainly wouldn't go out in public. Or should I say chins?
I had the unfortunate disgust of sharing an hour of Charms lessons with the Hufflepuffs this afternoon. I really don't know what this school is thinking. Surely the Slytherins deserve to have classes by themselves. Between double Care of Magical Creatures after lunch and Charms with the Hufflepuffs after that, I felt as though I'd spent the afternoon at a convention for hags.
Which, of course, just makes the prospect of the Bleu Ball oh so exciting. The thought of Hogwarts' driest coming out in their Sunday worst isn't the most appealling way I can think of to spend an evening. Nonetheless, I have to make an appearance. Besides, it will be charming to spend an evening with a girl so enamoured with me. Pansy is quite the witch.
Now, I've got to go off and patrol the corridors to see if any deviants have sneaked out after curfew. Being a Prefect is such a hardship.