Deplorable.
I cannot wait to return to the estate for the summer. This year has been more than a little difficult to endure, as I'm sure all will understand. But, apparently, as the school year is not yet over and our participation in these is mandatory, an update is required every two weeks, and naturally it's been two weeks since my last entry. As if I have the time to be writing three a week like that piteous Gryffindor, whoever she is. The one who's apparently poor, with skirts that are literally dissolving away. I suppose that the Sorting Hat automatically sends the impecunious to the house of lions. After all, with poverty comes a lack of proper education early in life. I expect that most were too busy picking corn or whatever it is that those pathetic indigents must do to help support their lazy families to get a reputable at-home tutor, as I did. And, to continue, with stupidity comes the sort of foolish "bravery" that Gryffindors possess. It all makes sense now, doesn't it?
Anyway, enough about other people. I don't have time to be charitable today. My exams have been going perfectly, as they do every year. That doesn't need to be discussed. What does need to be discussed is Mexico. It's not long away, now! I haven't a clue how I'm going to survive that vile wasteland. But perhaps there is hope yet. If I can use Millicent's potion on Uncle before the trip, and he becomes a eunuch, then his Spanish whore will have no reason to want him, and can't use love - or lust - as the guise to get him to take her to visit her disgusting family. I hate Mexico. I can't believe that I'm actually going there. Once was horrible enough, and it was only for a day. If Mother wasn't dead, this certainly wouldn't be happening. It's all so depressing.
Speaking of all that, I need to speak to you immediately, Daphne.
Back to me. I'm feeling very stressed out all of a sudden. The fourth year has gone back to staring; that's another good reason to want to leave. I don't really know why it's so obsessed with me when some ugly girl from our house in his year (I don't keep track of their names) has been practically jumping into his lap at every opportunity. I would play matchmaker, but I'm not bored enough to waste my time on other people just now. After all, I'm going to have to buy an entire new wardrobe when I return to the estate, considering that Uncle threw out the majority of my tops and skirts -
Oh, wait. He didn't throw them out. He gave them to charity. That's even worse.
Whatever the case is, the facts are that I'm going to have to buy an entirely new wardrobe, and get a new haircut to match. Of course, I would never cut my hair short, but it needs a trim. I can't wait to contact Frederique upon my return and demand that he come to the estate to give me a massage; this year has caused me to be quite tense and he's the best in the world. And he's a fabulous dresser.
Speaking of, I've deduced that Melissa and that Cameron Mandrake Root or whatever her name is must not be getting much business, as nearly everyone's gone back to dressing horribly. They've grown lax with their beauty regimens, too. You'd think that people wouldn't want to be assaulting my eyes day and night, but apparently they have nothing better to do than torture me. It's sad, how little of a social life the majority of the students at this school possess.
Well, forget this, I can't continue. I'm in too horrible a mood, and I have more important things to be doing. Don't expect many entries from me this summer, as I actually have a life.
Oh, and I expect that Slytherin will be having some sort of celebration after exams are over, will we not? Pansy? To send off the seventh years and all that, and more importantly, so that I might finally relax. Ethan, I know you're allergic to actual social situations, but I'm sure you can handle it.
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All of a sudden, I feel absolutely awful. I've just realised that Mother won't be waiting for me when I get off the Hogwarts Express this year, a bag of presents for me on one hand and a new boyfriend on the other. I miss her quite a bit. I don't know why it's all coming up now. What a horrible time for moping, honestly. I must be insane. Still, my father's non-existent, aside from his money, and now she's dead, and who do I have save for Uncle, now? No one! Who's going to listen to all of my problems and comfort me regarding them? Who will insult Grandmother from me? Uncle has all of these mad notions about being kind to her or some such. It's ridiculous. It's not as if she's kind to me.
Uncle's an absolute git. I can't even go into all of the restrictions he's placing upon me; it's too distressing. Who does he think he is, telling me that I can't travel with Daphne and her own uncle? He made it sound as if there was something wrong with her uncle. Daphne does hate Mudbloods more than the average witch, but I don't see why Uncle suddenly cares. He's never expressed any views to me before. Then again, we didn't talk much. He used to buy me so many gifts. Whatever happened to my kind, giving Uncle, who let me do what I want? Has this monster always hidden beneath that surface, waiting to come out when my mother died? It's awful.
Though, perhaps if her uncle really is dangerous, I should appreciate this. However, I refuse to. I hate being ordered around. Who's anyone to tell me what I ought to do?
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-- Tracey Davis
Anyway, enough about other people. I don't have time to be charitable today. My exams have been going perfectly, as they do every year. That doesn't need to be discussed. What does need to be discussed is Mexico. It's not long away, now! I haven't a clue how I'm going to survive that vile wasteland. But perhaps there is hope yet. If I can use Millicent's potion on Uncle before the trip, and he becomes a eunuch, then his Spanish whore will have no reason to want him, and can't use love - or lust - as the guise to get him to take her to visit her disgusting family. I hate Mexico. I can't believe that I'm actually going there. Once was horrible enough, and it was only for a day. If Mother wasn't dead, this certainly wouldn't be happening. It's all so depressing.
Speaking of all that, I need to speak to you immediately, Daphne.
Back to me. I'm feeling very stressed out all of a sudden. The fourth year has gone back to staring; that's another good reason to want to leave. I don't really know why it's so obsessed with me when some ugly girl from our house in his year (I don't keep track of their names) has been practically jumping into his lap at every opportunity. I would play matchmaker, but I'm not bored enough to waste my time on other people just now. After all, I'm going to have to buy an entire new wardrobe when I return to the estate, considering that Uncle threw out the majority of my tops and skirts -
Oh, wait. He didn't throw them out. He gave them to charity. That's even worse.
Whatever the case is, the facts are that I'm going to have to buy an entirely new wardrobe, and get a new haircut to match. Of course, I would never cut my hair short, but it needs a trim. I can't wait to contact Frederique upon my return and demand that he come to the estate to give me a massage; this year has caused me to be quite tense and he's the best in the world. And he's a fabulous dresser.
Speaking of, I've deduced that Melissa and that Cameron Mandrake Root or whatever her name is must not be getting much business, as nearly everyone's gone back to dressing horribly. They've grown lax with their beauty regimens, too. You'd think that people wouldn't want to be assaulting my eyes day and night, but apparently they have nothing better to do than torture me. It's sad, how little of a social life the majority of the students at this school possess.
Well, forget this, I can't continue. I'm in too horrible a mood, and I have more important things to be doing. Don't expect many entries from me this summer, as I actually have a life.
Oh, and I expect that Slytherin will be having some sort of celebration after exams are over, will we not? Pansy? To send off the seventh years and all that, and more importantly, so that I might finally relax. Ethan, I know you're allergic to actual social situations, but I'm sure you can handle it.
[Filter: Private to Self]
All of a sudden, I feel absolutely awful. I've just realised that Mother won't be waiting for me when I get off the Hogwarts Express this year, a bag of presents for me on one hand and a new boyfriend on the other. I miss her quite a bit. I don't know why it's all coming up now. What a horrible time for moping, honestly. I must be insane. Still, my father's non-existent, aside from his money, and now she's dead, and who do I have save for Uncle, now? No one! Who's going to listen to all of my problems and comfort me regarding them? Who will insult Grandmother from me? Uncle has all of these mad notions about being kind to her or some such. It's ridiculous. It's not as if she's kind to me.
Uncle's an absolute git. I can't even go into all of the restrictions he's placing upon me; it's too distressing. Who does he think he is, telling me that I can't travel with Daphne and her own uncle? He made it sound as if there was something wrong with her uncle. Daphne does hate Mudbloods more than the average witch, but I don't see why Uncle suddenly cares. He's never expressed any views to me before. Then again, we didn't talk much. He used to buy me so many gifts. Whatever happened to my kind, giving Uncle, who let me do what I want? Has this monster always hidden beneath that surface, waiting to come out when my mother died? It's awful.
Though, perhaps if her uncle really is dangerous, I should appreciate this. However, I refuse to. I hate being ordered around. Who's anyone to tell me what I ought to do?
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-- Tracey Davis