Annoyances
May. 1st, 2009 08:16 amWell 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.
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.