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[Nov. 5th, 2006|08:54 pm] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Hells Harlot - Paint It Black | ] |
AM
You wouldn’t know it from watching those weedy films but Madam Pomfrey really is quite a spiteful tart. She pronounced me to be ‘seriously depressed’,,,, I don’t think the reply she was aiming for was ‘Shit off, really?’.
I’ve got to ‘avoid stress’ apparently. Little bit late for that really, isn’t it?
I need to take up ‘relaxing activities’ in my spare time, or find a ‘low-risk hobby’.
I don’t think that’s going to happen, somehow. Potter thinks this is hilarious. He recommended macramé. Pomfrey of course took this on board and booked me into some local courses in the village. I’ll get out of it, but I doubt that this fiasco will improve my stress levels.
I’ve got to sit through two hours of prep supervision with Potter and the rest of the second years this afternoon. Which should be about as ‘relaxing’ and ‘low-risk’ as one of Voldemort’s vivisection parties.
PM
He called me ‘dad’.
He called me ‘dad’ in front of the WHOLE second year class. Jesus Christ. I’m so embarrassed, I don’t even know what to do. I took 5,000,000 points from Gryffindor, but I doubt that can even start to repair the damage.
I was writing up a few penalty essays for the little brats as they’d taken too much time to get settled down to working, And all of a sudden his little whining voice rings out ‘dad, that’s not fair’
Potter had the grace to look almost as mortified as I felt, he has arranged to stay in the dormitory until Friday. I don’t know WHAT I’m going to do. Dumbeldore is grinning like a crack addict on benefit day. I should have known he would find inappropriate amusement in this. |
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[Oct. 10th, 2006|02:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Some crappy 'Paint It Black' cover | ] |
The beginning of term is never a very good time for me as it is but Dumbledore announced that the Potter brat was to stay with me! The reason for this, despite all the bollocks dark side crap Albus came up with is just clearly to get back at me for my 'nagging' him about the Dark Arts position.
Still, Potter seems to like my cooking and his grades have improved, albeit due to Herculean efforts on my part. This can't go on however, I caught myself on the verge of clapping for him at the last Quidditch match! I was sat next to Lucius at the time which would have made the outcome rather disastrous.
AH, he’s just traipsed in, ten minutes late!
'Can Ron and Hermione stay this weekend' kill me, just kill me. |
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[Aug. 3rd, 2006|04:09 pm] |
9 Lasts.
last cigarette: last night
last beverage: fire whiskey
last kiss: that’s not funny
last movie seen: I’m not a sodding muggle. Even if I was I’d have better things to do.
last phone call: What do you think? That I texted Voldemort to ask about clubbing on Saturday and I had to call him because he couldn’t understand me? …..NOT A MUGGLE
last cd played: Ultraviolence.
last time you cried: I don’t cry, I’m not Potter.
last party: The stupid ball that I didn’t want to go to and had a rubbish time at.
8 have you evers.
have you ever been heart broken: Of course, I’m alive aren’t I?
have you ever dated one of your best friends: No.
have you ever skinny dipped: I shan't dignify that with an answer.
have you ever kissed somebody and regretted it: Yes.
have you ever been depressed: There’s another way to be?
have you ever lost someone you love: More than once.
have you ever been drunk and threw up: Certainly not. How disgusting.
5 Things You've Done Today.
Been happy that I don’t have to see Potter for another month and a half.
Made potions.
Read about potions.
Prepared lectures about potions to present to a load of half wits who don't have any aptitude for potions.
Had a load of sarcastic back talk off Albus.
5 Favourite Things you like(in No Particular Order).
Potions.
Albus on a good day.
Slytherin.
Being alone.
Quiet.
2 People You can Tell [Almost] Anything to.
Voldemort and Dumbledore, so they think, anyway.
3 Wishes (in No Particular Order).
Voldemort to die. And not come back to life.
Albus to stop winding me up all the time.
Potter learning to take care of his Goddamned self for a change without me having to save his miserable arse every two minutes.
2 Things You Want to Do Before You Die.
Reincarnate James Potter and punch him in the face.
Give Sirius Black the worst case of fleas EVER.
1 Thing You Regret.
Not breaking out and having crème with my coffee instead of milk this morning. Or maybe the whole going over to the dark side thing. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2006|12:03 pm] |
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| | Cradle Of Filth - Paint It Black | ] |
Since ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lady_gaslight raised the question of what I’m going to do this summer, I have been pondering this issue with my free time.
Summer, analysis.
Problems:
I don’t much enjoy many outdoor activities.
The dungeons are hardly the place to entertain people.
I have no one to invite.
I dislike having fun as it is undignified.
Advantages:
Special offers on cocktail alcohol.
No students.
Options:
Igor I-denounced-you-at-trial-but-lets-be-best-friends-now Karkaroff invited me to go on some sort of revolutionary knitting course with him. If I get that desperate I’ll take my own life.
Lucius Malfoy is having his annual barbeque. There is something about the phenomenon of summer that makes people blind to their most grating hypocrisies as everyone seems to be going. Albus even burst in here clad in some terrifyingly bright Bermuda shorts and brandishing a bottle of cheap plonk and had the nerve to ask me why I’m not going.
Conclusion
I am nothing if not practical, so I intend to spend unhealthy amounts of time on the internet and drink heavily until I think of something.
Any ideas?
I’ve handed in my application for the Dark Arts position AGAIN.
Oh, and we didn’t win the house cup. Surprise surprise.
Here is a picture of me at the stupid ball that I didn't want to go to.
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[Apr. 20th, 2006|07:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rolling Stones - Paint It Black | ] |
Third Year presentations today were so hopeless I nearly killed myself.
Stopped by Hagrid’s before retiring for the night with some rum and he got out some ‘special’ smokes. I always have a good old laugh with Hagrid, no one knows of course. He told me a hilarious story about this dragon he raised and how he got it to take out people’s cars who pissed him off. Then we both remembered that I lost my car in an arson attack that year and the evening ended sharpishly.
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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[Feb. 28th, 2006|12:08 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Annoyed. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Chalice- Paint it Black | ] |
Volunteered to help Lockhart with his lame little duelling club today. By duelling he meant poncing around like the wanker he is. How old is he supposed to be? 40 or something? Bloody Hell. Clearly thinking he could make me look like a right prat at the same time. Expelliaramus has never ruled so much. I know I’m a bit famed for lack of exuberance but it was hard to choke it back today. Needless to say that whilst his teasing me has tapered right off his bitching is getting chronic. Still, I don’t think he’ll last long, myself.
I mean, what would you do? There's a moody looking bloke who has humiliated you once already, is reputed to be a bit unscrupulous, access to highly sophisticated potions ingrediants, wears black (dead giveaway)previously a death eater.
Let’s piss HIM off.
Nice work Lockhart.
Me: 1 Lockhart: 0
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2006|12:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | worried and annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Paint it Black - Gob | ] |
So, the crème of the Valentines crème was;
Dearest
If I see you talking to Arabella again
I’ll kill you both
Love from your precious
Bellatrix
Fu-ck-ing - Hell
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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[Jan. 12th, 2006|12:50 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Annoyed and drunk. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bob Dylan and U2 - Paint it Black. | ] |
Dumbeldore’s was OK. Got completely hammered on nettle wine tho. Ugh. I always get stuck on that whole you-know-who-dark-side-incident.
Then Lockhart made some lame joke about ‘why don’t you lighten up’, get it? Yeah, exactly. He’s now the life and soul of the party apparently. Lighten up, Jesus H. I dislike him intensely.
He keeps making all these digs about Valentines day, obviously he will get a card from every one in the school. I always manage a handful, from the rural kids who grew up torturing things for fun and write me voluntary essays on taxidermy. I know I have a reputation but fuck sake.
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2006|12:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Judas Priest - Paint it Black | ] |
Going to Dumbledore’s wine and ice-cream night later on today. I do like him despite his clearly trying to pass himself off as a harmless old codger all the time just to sidestep his and McGonagall’s twisting of everything to favour bloody Gryffindor. I wish someone would just tell me, what the hell is so fucking great about Gryffindor?
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2006|02:10 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Annoyed. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cradle of Filth - Paint it Black | ] |
Am
Just as the horror of Christmas departs and I manage to recover, term begins. Instead of being keen to get back to work there is more concern about playing with obscure tazos under desks and writing notes about ‘fat, farting Uncle George’. I feel physically sick.
Oh, and I got to see Harry Potter again today, whop de fucking do.
Pm
Draco Malfoy is basically a psychopath. He got me a Christmas present. A Death Eater action figure. Great. I’d have chucked it back in his face and told him to fuck off but he’d only go and squeal to his dad and you know what he’s like. I mean, how many parents do you know that let their kids walk around like a fucking Mafia boss? Jesus H Christ, I wonder what he hears over the dinner table…
‘So Draco my lad, there was this one time, when me and your mother undermined laws and destroyed the freedom of speech principles for an area the size of Constantinople, and let me tell you, after we blew up Constantinople, it was a bloody sight bigger than when we started our day out.’
I get stuck with Lucius every parents day, every sports day, every Christmas play.
Doesn’t he get it that something is wrong? We’re all paid to be nice to the parents but the only person he can sit with is the stroppy bastard he’s known for most of his life and hasn’t worked out can’t stand him and won’t talk to him.
Well, I suppose he can’t really talk to his wife can he? Christ.
Still haven’t won House cup. |
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