Qu'est-ce que le point?
Arg, I hate fifth year. I am being engulfed by work. Surrounded. Suffocated. And it's only September, for Merlin's sake! O.W.L.s are ages away, I don't want to be worrying about them now. Ron did alright on them, and I'm smarter than he is, so I should do fine. I just don't see the point of starting to study now when all it's going to do it rot my brain into nothing before Christmas hols.
Still, it's nice having a prefect for a brother. It's like a security blanket, or something. I've got a connexion. Family in high places. He wouldn't rat me out - I've got too much blackmail material. And Hermione's my friend; I couldn't see her getting me into trouble, either. All those night we spent talking until three in the morning - plenty of blackmail material on her as well. Not that I've ever done anything that would warrant me getting into trouble.
Not since I dumped Michael Corner, at any rate.
Well, I'm off. I want to finish those last three inches on that paper for Snape before I go to lunch.
Still, it's nice having a prefect for a brother. It's like a security blanket, or something. I've got a connexion. Family in high places. He wouldn't rat me out - I've got too much blackmail material. And Hermione's my friend; I couldn't see her getting me into trouble, either. All those night we spent talking until three in the morning - plenty of blackmail material on her as well. Not that I've ever done anything that would warrant me getting into trouble.
Not since I dumped Michael Corner, at any rate.
Well, I'm off. I want to finish those last three inches on that paper for Snape before I go to lunch.