1998 is here. School's back in session. Nothing's changed.

Private

I'm feeling rather...pointless today. It's a strange thought, to know that you'll soon be dead. It puts things into stark relief. And I don't particularly like what I see. So much time wasted. Now I won't even have time to discover what I want to do with my life, let alone make ( Read more... )

This is rumour control. Here are the facts.

My sudden absence has everything to do with my mother suddenly falling ill and needing my presence, and nothing with Inferi, Eggywooks, Dementors, Death Eaters or overly effective invisibility potions. I am at home and in good health. Get all those conspiracy theories out of your heads right now. When ( Read more... )

Attention Slytherin Quidditch Team

Match against Gryffindor tonight. I expect great things from all of you.

We're Slytherin. We play to win.

Good luck, everyone!

Is it just me or has the whole school gone rather quiet lately?

Private

Even Snape seems to be leaving me alone for the most part. Not that I mind, of course.

So, did everyone enjoy Halloween? I know I did.

There are some seriously sick people in Gryffindor.

Private to Pansy

I know you're angry with me, but I hope you'll agree we should work this out before the Halloween Ball.

Private

He still wants me, even after all this. I don't know what to do.

Private to Pansy Parkinson

Dearest, I have an unusual request to make of you.

Private

So it has come to this. Snape has just told me. I am to meet with Him on Wednesday. Most likely he will want me to take the Mark. Make me take it, rather. Father would be so proud. After all, he saw to it that this is what I've been preparing for since the day I was born. And am I thrilled? Anxious?

I'm sick, that's what I am. Physically sick ( Read more... )

Bloody Goldstein's Head Boy. I'll kill him.

Attention, all Quidditch-playing Slytherins. Try-outs for this year's team will be held on Monday the 11th. Start your arse-kissing early.