I'm tired of your face

I'm tired of playing around with you idiots. My head and ribs hurt, I've got bloody Aurors coming in and out like they own the place, and meanwhile my mum looks like she's going to pop in any second, and nobody seems to give a damn. Instead of looking for clouds, how about going out with a little dignity and getting some work done instead. Damned lazy whiny bloody Mudbloods. I need to find a Midwitch and fast. I don't need this.

( Private to Sylvie Fawcett, Anthony Goldstein and Lavender Brown )

I hate to say I told you so... I think even the greatest minds in the wizarding world knew this was coming.

Oh well. At least you all can be happy that once again, Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Cup. Bravo.

For the last time, I don't know what's going on you stupid silly lot, so stop asking me. Especially you younger students. Don't tell me you've never seen a lightning storm before. Get a grip.

What the hell is that?

Stop standing around and gawking, damn it. Don't think I won't still take Points from you imbeciles. Salazar.

Well well well. According to that little Ravenclaw I should be tired, exhausted rather than ...how did she put it? 'patently aggressive'. Rather. Sorry Theodore old chum, I know you liked that girl, but I apparently just couldn't help myself.

What am I saying? I wouldn't touch either of those filthy mongrels with a 20 foot wand. Unless I wanted to turn them into the cows they are. Honestly, can't those two idiots keep that foolish little bint on a leash? It might be up to be to put a muzzle on her once and for all.

But then people might actually buy into her rubbish. She's not worth my time.

Peh. Tasmania. That vampire infested hole? If I was going to buy something, it'd be one of those nice countries you hear about. Now there's a dream...

In an answer to Bones' inane question, I found all the information I needed about a possible future career. For example, I've learned that there are far too many Mudbloods and such working in the Ministry today. It's shocking! When my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, was younger and working in the Ministry, it apparently wasn't surprising to find whole departments that were pure-blood. What a difference time makes. What a sad difference. Oh well, won't be long until the pendulum swings back the other way, as they say. Of course I'll be there to help it swing a little faster.

It's nice to have some good weather around here for a change, but Summer is still taking entirely too long to arrive. You'd think we would have mastered the weather by now.

Flint, Vaisey, Millicent, Dobbs, Vincent, Greg, I've gotten Slughorn or should I say Blaise got Slughorn, the bastard to reserve us the pitch this afternoon and Thursday. If we don't put the screws to those loser badgers, there will be hell to pay. Beating them isn't an option, I'm talking about destruction: utter humiliation. Get me?

Just don't be late.

( Owl to Pansy Parkinson )


I've been trying for the life of me to figure out this annoying stench that's been infecting the castle for the last, oh I don't know, few months or so. I thought it was that Professor's dog. You know, the one they actually allow in the castle, instead of outside with all the other wild beasts. Couldn't be that. Then I thought that with the old man dead, the House Elves had taken to not showering. After careful interrogation I found out that wasn't the case. Then what could it possibly be -- other than the continual foul stench coming from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw.

I'd tell you all to start cleaning up after yourselves, but in your situation it'd be quite impossible.

Don't feel comfortable. Your kind won't be able to bully me out of Hogwarts the way they bullied Salazar. Not a chance. I'm not leaving until I say so, until I've finished what I've set out to do. Deal with it.


( Private to 7th Year Slytherins )

( Private )

( Private to Theodore Nott )


( Private to all Slytherins )

Damn it.

Well done for surviving another year without being railroaded by a system that loathes and fears us, old chap. Try not to party too hard.

Oh Weasley? I understand your brother has joined the elusive Elephant Man club. Bravo. Not the type of exclusive society I would like to be involved with, but I do understand you're low on options. The purebloods won't have you, so where else will you turn?

If it's any consolation, I hear it's actually been a great improvement. At least he can say he looks like he feels.

Still in love with werewolves?

Though I am glad to be away from the forced company of mudbloods and halfbloods, I don't think I've recovered yet. My head must still be a bit clouded from the illness, I've only been about 75% successful when preforming spellwork for my assignments. Millicent, you're well aren't you? You'll aid Pansy and I, of course. You too, Theodore.

Speaking of, it seems I've gotten a summons to testify in this trial thingy they're happening for Death Eater Casal. How interesting.

( Private to Casal/Through the Malfoy insider in Azkaban so it's completely private. Ooh, money! )


So can anyone outside of Potter's little club create a corporeal Patronus? I rather like my Opaleye Patronus myself. I wish it had been a bigger, stronger-looking dragon, like a Horntail, or an Ironbelly or a Ridgeback, but its mercurial form is rather fetching, don't you agree friends? After-all, a dragon is a dragon.

How boring. How many Muggles does a man have to kill in order to get some excitement around here?

Oh, but I'm sure that little group for that charity nonsense is sure to come up with something. Don't bother forcing me to be recruited, Granger. I'll allow you to play your games on Theodore, but only because I think the experience will be good for him. If you're thinking about charity cases, how about those who have been railroaded and falsely accused by the Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and those who are still in Azkaban because of it? Why, I'd donate plenty for that.

Whatever you do, don't make it about the bloody elves. Pretty please?


( Private to Theodore )

( Private. Oh so private. )


Practise, team. 6pm. Don't be late, I have rounds in the evening.

So it appears that through the gracious actions of my father I've been exonerated and allowed to continue my studies. I won't say anything else about that other than it's about time. Oh, but then I'm sure nobody even noticed I was gone, thanks to the old men kicking off at long last. Dreadfully sorry I missed the ceremony, was it nice? Did it induce such raw dripping emotion from everyone, or only the hormonal women? I'm guessing the latter. Well said, Theodore.

I'm sure most of you will be expecting everything to go on as usual, and I would tell you that for the most part, you're right. It will. Since I did nothing wrong, I'm still Prefect, which means cross me at your own peril. I really don't care who's still alive and who isn't, understand?

Oh, and Madam Hooch, Goldstein; Slytherin forfeits tomorrows match. Congratulations on your hard won victory. Salazar knows you need it.

( Quick letter to Sally-Anne Perks )