alt_draco | Entries tagged with disturbances

What is with today? I think I've finally got Dennis calmed down now. For a while there he wouldn't stop trying to punish himself like a house elf would, trying to take his eyes out with a toasting fork and whatnot.

Vince, I heard what you were telling people. As if I would really make my mudblood summon scones during Transfiguration because I was too upset to eat breakfast, owing to Patil losing her hair! (Not that I don't feel bad for you, Padma, but I managed my breakfast just fine). So now I suppose I have to give some kind of public explanation, don't I?

Well the truth is that Dennis is... his magic has manifested. And it's been going off at random, inconvenient moments, like during the middle of Professor Carrow's lecture. (I'm terribly sorry I had to leave during lecture, sir, but Dennis was making such a scene and you looked...displeased) Dennis thinks he's a bad mudblood because of it, now, but it seems to me that he can't really help that his magic's shown up. With the way he beats himself up about it he'd obviously turn himself off if he could.

I was going to bring him to class this week because I thought his magic might stay away if I was constantly watching him, but that obviously didn't work. Maybe I should just leave him in our room all the time. Only he isn't really any use to me then, is he?

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: the dormitory

Well I suppose what the Professors Carrow did was only practical, really, but I can see why it might be a little embarrassing for some people. I mean, some halfbloods live with really good and important pureblood guardians, and I wonder what their guardians will think. I just think if we're going to be ~~segregad~~ segregated now then they should have done it all the time so it wasn't so confusing to some people.

Anyway, Teddy and I were talking at lunch about

Oh for Circe's sake....DENNIS? WHERE ARE YOU?

Why are there SCONES all over my bed? There must be about fifty! I told you I don't want any scones with tea, just like I told you last week and the week before. And yet you keep bringing them and can EAT fifty scones, really?

They had better be gone when I get back from supper or I don't know what I'll do with you. I suppose you think you're being helpful but really you're being very disobedient. I thought you knew better than to behave this way, but I guess I was wrong. Maybe I haven't been firm enough with you. Well, that's all going to change!

Current Mood: aggravated
Current Location: the dormitory

Mother and Father, I'm writing here to let you know that I won't be owling your Christmas gifts off in time for Christmas Day.

I'll send them off later, at some point when it's a bit more convenient for me. Possibly this could be months from now. Sorry about that, I'd give more explanation but I have exams to think about right now. Let's just say that something's come up, yeah?

Your son,
Draco

Current Mood: cold
Current Location: the library

Some people have seen Harry and I coming back from practice with our brooms lately and rightly put two and two together, asking what was ever determined about that mad bludger. It is true that Harry and I have been allowed to fly again, and it's because my Uncle analysed the bludger and figured out that whoever hexed it did it through the box that the bludgers are kept in, and also that it was a hex meant to injure, not to kill anyway. So I guess it really was just about helping Gryffindor to win the match. Bit mental to think that the Slytherin team is seen as such a threat, but also a bit understandable, too, seeing as we won anyway despite the bludger.

Beyond that it seems the only thing to be done these days is revising. I'm getting bored of it all, even if it is a necessity, but at least there's duelling to think about.

Current Location: the great hall

Valerian just came by the breakfast table. There was a note from Father about the bludger incident at the weekends match.

I guess Harry's Father thinks someone might be trying to kill him again, because he's ordered that Harry not fly at all, even at practice. Not until Uncle Rodolphus finds out who put the hex on the bludger. So that means I'm not allowed to fly either.

I really hope Uncle Rodolphus figures out that bludger soon. And I hope whoever did this is bloody satisifed with themselves.

Current Location: the great hall

Well I have no plans to attend a Deathday Party ever again if I can help it, and I would advise the rest of you to do the same. It was freezing, for one, because if you get a load of ghosts in one place the air goes all chilly. For two, did you know that ghosts eat horrible, rotten food? I didn't. Apparently the more the food reeks, the more they convince themselves they can still taste it. Though they aren't truly tasting or eating it, they're just floundering around in it helplessly. I don't think I can imagine anything more undignified than being a ghost.

That toilet ghost, Myrtle, was at the party moaning on about how much everyone loathes her. Honestly, after hearing her complain I can't see why anyone wouldn't. Peeves was actually useful for once and drove her away with a fistful of mouldy nuts. And then the group of headless ghosts showed up and were awfully full of themselves. Losing one's head - what a brilliant thing to be proud of, that. I don't really care whether or not Gryffindor's ghost gets to go on the headless hunt, but this one particular ghost, Sir Patrick, was pretty rude and gobbing off all over the place, especially to Harry. So when he showed up we were all more than ready to leave, and as we were heading for the Entrance Hall, Harry thought he heard someone or something speaking in Parseltongue. I didn't hear anything, but I don't have a pet snake or study the reptilian tongue. I don't know if Harry could actually make out any words but it must have been the Heir of Slytherin talking, because when we followed the voice up some stairs we ran right into Granger's petrified cat. And then there were those words on the wall, which I suppose everyone must have seen by now. It was all quite exciting but Harry might be a little unhappy because Granger is his mudblood and that means that no one should bother her cat without asking him first. And Granger's gutted too, obviously, because when you think on it the cat's probably her only real friend.

All of that happened but I scarcely had any pudding. Did they serve anything good? Last year there was treacle tart but it was sort of watery, I was hoping for a nicer one this time.

Current Location: the dormitory

Can anyone really be that unlucky? Even if he did live at the camps and think he was a mudblood his whole life, it just doesn't seem possible that someone can create that much havoc all on their own. Maybe the Transfiguration classroom is cursed, or that chair that Thomas sits in. I suppose we'll know more if all that mud business keeps up even with a new teacher for Transfiguration.

Harry's still quite upset. He doesn't want to disrespect Professor Carrow but he doesn't like it when people try to mess about with his belongings, especially if its Granger. Professor Slughorn says it's a good manners to share, and Harry normally really likes to share, but I think it's different with Granger because she's not a broomstick or a book, she's a ~~per~~ mudblood, and hardly anyone gets to have one of their very own. And she saved Harry's life once, too. I'd feel the same way if I were him. If it were Dennis who I had to share, I mean.

Now I'm sure that Harry will speak to his Father about it, and he doesn't do that very often because if he ran to his Father every time somebody or something upset him then most people would be terrified of Harry and he wouldn't have any real mates. It's the same reason why Hydra doesn't run off to Auntie Bella every time someone or something upsets her.

Current Location: the common room

Note to all:

Might want to avoid Weasley at dinner if you can. He may still be belching up the slugs that he apparently dines on for breakfast.

Current Location: the common room

Quidditch tryouts for Slytherin are on Friday, and I'm going for chaser, even though Blaise keeps telling me I have a "seeker's build," whatever that means.

What I think it means is that he wants to go for chaser and knows that I'll definitely beat him. I bet nobody will even try out for seeker because there's no way they would be better at it than Harry. So why bother?

I can't believe that someone brought lice into the school. I wonder who that could be. Not that it's their fault, I guess. I mean, the prefects said that anyone can get it, and I looked it up in a book and it said that girls get it more because they have longer hair to cling too, and also that lice prefer clean hair, which was surprising to me. I would have guessed they liked dirty, greasy hair, and Teddy told me he would have guessed the same thing. It's funny how sometimes something that isn't true can become what everyone thinks. Still, it would be completely disgusting to have lice and I'm glad that I don't.

Ugh, now I'm sorry I wrote about it. I feel all crawly.

Current Mood: thoughtful
Current Location: waiting for the moving staircase

I haven't decided if I like camping or not. For one the tent is pretty cramped and I think we have more people in our tent than anyone else for some reason. The tent also smells a little off and isn't very nice, but we've really only been in it at night, so I guess it doesn't matter that much. I rather wish I'd been able to bring one of Father's tents, though. They're really posh, with full kitchens inside and everything.

Teddy definitely seems to know the most about being outdoors, probably since he's from Wales. He shared his insect-repelling potion with me yesterday, since the bugs were really bad and kept biting me more than anyone else, even though I was using the charm they showed us on Tuesday. I counted later and I have over thirty bug bites, ugh!

Seeing the Falcons again was pretty wiz-nift. Auggie Orville remembered me from Harry's birthday last year, and asked what position I play at Hogwarts. I told him I'll probably go for chaser. He has the same broom as I do, ha! He seemed surprised that I'd got mine before he even got his.

I tried to talk with Harry about what happened on his Birthday and how I was sorry I had to miss it, and then I asked him why he never writes in his book anymore, either. I'm not sure he was listening to me very closely, though. He didn't say much about it.

Did anyone else hear anything dodgy last night? We all heard something tromping about in the underbrush. Percy Weasley told us it was probably just an animal that was further away than it sounded, and reminded us that there were likely wards cast around the campsite. Still, we all heard it. Vince was so petrified I think he might've been crying! Whatever it was, it made noise for about twenty minutes between midnight and one, and then it stopped.

Current Location: outside

I'm sorry, but we just barely got to Buckingham when Mother decided we should leave to be there for Auntie Bella's baby. I really begged them to let me stay but Mother just wouldn't budge. I didn't see you anywhere and there wasn't any time, so I left your presents with some elf, named Dobbsy or something, and he promised me that he'd make sure you got them before today was over.

Granger, I don't know if Harry's been reading the books anymore, since he hasn't written in ages. I know you have the day off or something, but if you see tell him what I wrote, would you?

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Location: Auntie Bella's house

I know I shouldn't of but you were taking so long at the booksellers and I just wanted to find a place where I could get something to drink, a boire, you know, and I walked too far and I don't know where I am! Only there's lots of muggles and some who weren't much older than me were calling me names in French and shoving me about. Oh they were horrid and

well now I'm hiding in a park and there's people sleeping on the benches. I don't know what to do please send someone to find me!

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: something Rue - I don't know!

Mother sent me a book that's meant to improve my French before we go away on holiday. French used to be a part of my and Harry's lessons before we went to Hogwarts, but neither of us worked at it very hard and I've since forgotten a lot of it. This book actually speaks French if you hold your wand or your finger to the word, because accent and pronunciation is supposed to be important. And last night I fell asleep reading it, but soon woke up because it was squawking "je me rends!" in my ear, which made everybody else laugh.

And then Blaise told us that his Mother used to go to France a lot before, and that she says that all of the muggles there are naked. Not completely naked, but walking around with a lot of their bits showing, or with only a fan or a shawl to cover them. I said his Mother must be exagerating and then Teddy tried to join in and say that he'd heard the same thing, that the French muggles are all naked and also maniacs for sex. Even though Teddy is Welsh and hasn't been anywhere. If it's true and the muggles are all naked and maniacs, then I think that the French Ministry is doing a shameful job of handling them. I know that France has all the best food and robes and entertainment, but they obviously don't know how to govern.

Even if Blaise is wrong and they wear clothes, it will be odd to be around muggles the way they used to be, just out in the open. I know that Mother and Father will try to keep them away from me but still, it's strange to think that they won't know I'm a wizard and how to treat me with the proper respect. That's why we're leaving Dennis behind, because I don't want him to get confused or upset.

Current Location: somewhere in the dungeon

Well Ned stopped trying to get Dennis to do things for him, so I guess Professor Slughorn must've told him to stop trying to get at my property. Which is good, except on Tuesday Sarah Yaxley gave me a shove on the stairs and said I was a nasty little telltale. If you don't know who Sarah Yaxley is, she's a seventh year Slytherin with a big, misshapen pumpkin head that looks like it took a hit with a bludger one too many times. She's always fancied Ned so of course she'd try to get into his good books by terrorising me. Though really, she needn't have bothered with all the shoving - one look at her face is terror enough, ugh.

Anyway, I talked to Melinda about Ned and she said that he's just jealous that I have a servant, and that he even said that first-years shouldn't be allowed to keep mudbloods because it makes the first-year owner look more important than the older students. He said it's the same reason why first-years aren't allowed broomsticks. I wonder if he'd spout that opinion in front of the Lord Protector, seeing as Harry's a first-year with both a broom and a mudblood. Not that anyone would really be jealous of Granger as a servant, since she's really terrible at it.

Someone's cat was sick in my second-best shoes last night, and I'd be really hacked off about it but Dennis had them cleaned up in no time. Still, I can't ever wear those shoes again. I bet it was Pansy's kneazle.

Current Location: the great hall

Last night's exploding snap game in the common room got cut short just as I was about to beat Blaise for the second time in a row. A load of the seventh years wanted to have a NEWT study party, they were going to stay up all night with the wireless blaring, drinking butterbeer and practising charms and whatnot. So they kicked everyone out, and since it was Ned who was giving the orders there was really no choice but to listen. And then without asking me first, Ned tried to get Dennis to go to the kitchens for more food. And even though Dennis waited for my say-so it's not as if I could say no, since Ned's Head Boy and can use Crucio when he wants to. I suppose he thinks that just because we're cousins, he can use my servant whenever he wants. But too bad for him, because I'm keeping Dennis hidden away from now on. Only I wish I didn't have to, because I like the idea of him being there whenever I need him. I'd take him to class so he could be there to sharpen my quills when they get dull, but I don't think he should listen in on lessons. Hearing about magic might make his magic manifest. Plus I like sharpening my own quills.

Did anyone see that Harry's servant was wearing livery? She's not wearing it now but she did on the train back to Hogwarts. I'd like to get some livery like that for Dennis. He'd wear it much better than Harry's mudblood, who looked more like she was wearing a costume than someone who really understood the part.

Harry, did you ever find that thing you lost? I guess there's not really any way to ask around about it, but still, I wish you hadn't lost it.

Current Location: the common room - finally

I went to the hospital wing last night and it was one of the worst things I've ever done. They listened to my breathing and said it sounded fine now but that if I had an allergy I would need to be tested. And I had to stay over night and Madam Pomfrey woke me up every half hour to drink a potion that had ingrediants I might be allergic to, and then I was to sit back and wait to see if the ingrediants made me change colour or cough or have a fit of some kind. So this went on until almost morning, and I wasn't allergic to wheat, eggs, shellfish, tree nuts, soy, milk, cat, or bees. I drank bees!

But I haven't an allergy to bees or any of the others. Which means that my father must be right and someone's been hexing me behind my back!

I don't know which if you is doing it, but you had better stop.

Current Location: to class

Does anyone know if the colder whether has changed the air quality of the castle? It seems awfully hard to breathe around here lately. Sometimes when I talk there's a sort of whistle in my words. And also, the back of my neck always itches. I asked Harry to look and he says he doesn't see anything on my neck but it itches like mad sometimes, it really does. Maybe its the shower water that comes out of that gargoyle's mouth. That gargoyle looks like it hasn't been cleaned in centurys, and its teeth are practically black. Its a disgrace, really. Someone ought to speak to the house elves. Oh, I know Hogwarts is supposed to have the best elves in all the land but how often does an ancient castle really get a good, deep cleaning?

On the bright side of things, its only fifteen days and a few hours until we leave for the hols.

Current Location: some draughty corridor

No one has told me yet if I'm in trouble because I was with Harry when he ran off to ~~help the mud~~ see about the troll. I was trying to stop him, actually, so if anyone asks me I don't think that I should get into trouble for that. But if I am in trouble, I wish someone would tell me so that I can stop wondering.

I also wish someone would tell me why there was a troll inside in the first place. Someone said it was Professor Macnair's but why did he bring it in the castle? Was it supposed to be part of the feast? So far there's a lot more to watch out for in this school than just ghosts.

Current Location: the dormitory

Look here, just because someone offers to share their Earl Grey tea to one person doesn't mean that the option is open to every Tom, Dick, and, ,.. whoever. My stash has dwindled down to scarcely a handful of tea leaves, and it was meant to last well into the month of October. My Martin Miggs' comics aren't for just anyone to read, either. I'm not a lending library, am I? And yet I can't find my new issue anywhere, not even in my usual hiding spots. This is why I really prefer not to share, if at all possible. Once you start sharing, everyone just comes round and takes whatever they like, when they like. Prats.

I would also like to point out that choosing not to share notes with a house-mate doesn't always make one a git. I don't mind showing my notes to house-mates who don't have their notes for a good reason, like illness, or a bout of confusion that occured during one of Professor Slughorn's more colourful stories about his "wily youth," but honestly, if one's mucking about with spells like that, spells that could destroy their notes ~~and worse~~, I'd rather they borrow somebody elses than mine. Sorry Harry, but you know I'm right.

I can barely see for all the Transfiguration revision I've done, and to judge by some of the ugly, gawping faces I've seen in the library, I'm not the only one. No one wants to pull a Longbottom and lose one-hundred points for their house this week. I don't see that happening to anyone in Slytherin, but you never know with Professor Carrow. He's a bit...unpredictable.

Current Mood: testy
Current Location: the common room