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Just as the horror of Christmas departs and I manage to recover, term begins. Instead of being keen to get back to work there is more concern about playing with obscure tazos under desks and writing notes about ‘fat, farting Uncle George’. I feel physically sick.
Oh, and I got to see Harry Potter again today, whop de fucking do.
Pm
Draco Malfoy is basically a psychopath. He got me a Christmas present. A Death Eater action figure. Great. I’d have chucked it back in his face and told him to fuck off but he’d only go and squeal to his dad and you know what he’s like. I mean, how many parents do you know that let their kids walk around like a fucking Mafia boss? Jesus H Christ, I wonder what he hears over the dinner table…
‘So Draco my lad, there was this one time, when me and your mother undermined laws and destroyed the freedom of speech principles for an area the size of Constantinople, and let me tell you, after we blew up Constantinople, it was a bloody sight bigger than when we started our day out.’
I get stuck with Lucius every parents day, every sports day, every Christmas play.
Doesn’t he get it that something is wrong? We’re all paid to be nice to the parents but the only person he can sit with is the stroppy bastard he’s known for most of his life and hasn’t worked out can’t stand him and won’t talk to him.
Well, I suppose he can’t really talk to his wife can he? Christ.
Still haven’t won House cup.
Just as the horror of Christmas departs and I manage to recover, term begins. Instead of being keen to get back to work there is more concern about playing with obscure tazos under desks and writing notes about ‘fat, farting Uncle George’. I feel physically sick.
Oh, and I got to see Harry Potter again today, whop de fucking do.
Pm
Draco Malfoy is basically a psychopath. He got me a Christmas present. A Death Eater action figure. Great. I’d have chucked it back in his face and told him to fuck off but he’d only go and squeal to his dad and you know what he’s like. I mean, how many parents do you know that let their kids walk around like a fucking Mafia boss? Jesus H Christ, I wonder what he hears over the dinner table…
‘So Draco my lad, there was this one time, when me and your mother undermined laws and destroyed the freedom of speech principles for an area the size of Constantinople, and let me tell you, after we blew up Constantinople, it was a bloody sight bigger than when we started our day out.’
I get stuck with Lucius every parents day, every sports day, every Christmas play.
Doesn’t he get it that something is wrong? We’re all paid to be nice to the parents but the only person he can sit with is the stroppy bastard he’s known for most of his life and hasn’t worked out can’t stand him and won’t talk to him.
Well, I suppose he can’t really talk to his wife can he? Christ.
Still haven’t won House cup.