Draco C. Malfoy

As I flip through the pages of my book for the last day or so, it's interesting to note that the majority of other people's entries (and my own) consist of Private Messages. As much as I use and value the PM system, I have to admit that I do miss the days when people would simply log their schedules, comment on recent events, or just say something utterly daft and laughable. People still do that, mind; just seems as if it all gets overwhelmed by the surplus of PMs.

So, in light of this observation, I am planning a return to more public postings, and I hope that some of you lot reading will do the same.

Getting closer to the end of the term is always an odd time. Everyone can feel the hols building in the air, and that, along with the pleasant weather, makes it really tempting to just faff about and play portkey, or go for a fly around the lake. But then there's all this building pressure too, with more revising, upcoming exams, and the summer YPL stuff.

So, if anyone wants to come to a combined study-and-games/music-after session, let me know and I'll see if I can organise something snitch.

Mother: I hope you received my package and that it found you in good spirits.

Crabbe: Where's my France-Bulgaria quidditch programme? If you've sopped up your juice with it or something then we will have problems, you and I. I hope you're not hanging onto it because you're actually trying to read it, because it's written in French, genius. Goyle was convinced for a while that it was just really strange handwriting.

Harry: Has your Father said yet what you'll be doing this summer? You'll get to stay with us for a while, right?

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.