Draco C. Malfoy

I was sorry to hear about Abbott; I didn't know her well but she seemed a good sort, and it's obvious that all of Hufflepuff was fond of her. All who knew her have my condolences.

Really though, I don't know about the rest of you lot but most of us in Slytherin are tired of having to sort through rumours and speculation about what happened. We heard here that it was Macnair or Snape, at first, but then by late last night the news was that Professor Carrow did it, and its because Hannah and Hydra (!?) tried to use Imperius on him for some reason, and he resisted it. I'm not sure how the Razzer ended up in the Transfiguration classroom at all, since it's not in the same corridor as Defence. I guess the Head Boy probably had something to do in the classroom, since he takes Advanced Transfig.

What have the rest of you heard?

I have to say that I think it's mad that a student could die here, of all places, but I guess it's happened before. Isn't that why that girl's ghost haunts the loo?

Father,

I know you're busy and likely weary of hearing more about either Professor Carrow, but I wanted to make you aware of a situation, particularly as it affects my standing both in class and amongst my peers.

Miss Professor Carrow called up myself and Sally-Anne Perks, Pansy's friend, to do a demonstration yesterday. We were to engage in some fairly uncomplicated duelling while she "distracted" us. I was wary of the situation straight away, because she seemed very excited for it, in an unsettling way, as if she had planned it out well in advance. Sally Anne and I did as instructed, though, until it got to the point where I had backed her into a corner, near a bookcase. At that moment, it felt like I had been hit in the elbow with a curse, and my arm jerked upwards and the hex I was casting hit the bookcase, which then toppled over, right on top of Sally Anne. She had a head injury and a fractured arm. She should recover well, but it looked quite bad in the moment it happened, lots of blood. Pansy was, as you can imagine, well upset when she heard what happened. Beside herself, actually--especially when she heard that something had fallen on Sally Anne and trapped her there while she was helpless and bleeding.

I know that you would caution me against jumping to conclusions when it comes to any adult's motivations, particularly a professor's. I also know that Miss Professor Carrow did warn us that she would be distracting us, and that I should have been prepared for anything. Still, I am convinced that the situation was designed to make me look incompetent and reckless, and to make Pansy feel helpless about the safety of her friends.

Advice would be appreciated. Staying out of their way and trying not to attract their attention is something I've always been mindful of, however, and it doesn't seem to make a difference.

You son,
Draco

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?

I've just left the Hospital Wing. Harry's resting there now, and he'll have to stay all night because stupid Lock the bones in his arm have to be re-grown. The mad bludger broke them, and then when Professor Lockhart was trying to fix the break he accidentally got rid of the bones altogether. Harry said it didn't hurt but from what Madam Pomfrey was saying it sounds like growing them back will hurt. That bludger could have done a lot worse, though, so if someone enchanted it for a laugh, they've no idea what's in store for them when they're found out. But it's nothing good, I can tell you that.

The Hospital Wing was packed with people trying to get in to see if Harry was alive or not. Even Professor Carrow's mudblood was all worried for some reason, and that must have been the last straw for Harry because he told him to bugger off. So we all decided we should probably leave, even though Hydra didn't want to.

Weasley, I saw what you were writing about me during the match. You can keep your fat, ugly grubs, bait man, because I'm not taking them. I'll only say that if my Father's purchase of the broomsticks bothers you so much, I suggest you take it up with him and see how much you like where that gets you.

Pansy, I think that's the foulest language I've seen anyone from our year use in the journals so far! Brilliantly done. Thanks

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.