CAREER MEETINGS ARE SO OVERRATED, i think i can remember a bunch of QUEERS AND LESBIANS complaining about it in here last year I MEAN REALLY, I DON'T NEED A FUCKIGN CAREER, I'M FUCKING RICH IF YOU HAVEN'T FUCKING NOTICED. Jigger's an arse, he TRIED SUGGESTING JOURNALISTIC JOBS AND SUCH THINGS LESBIANS LIKE RITA DO, I AM HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT I'LL BE LIVING OFF DAD FOR QUITE A WHILE, THANKS. Crouch thinks i'd be good as an auror but WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW? THE LAST THING i want to do is be like his fucking dad who sends him PROPHET CUTOUTS EVERY WEEK.
fucking hogwarts Shirtliftington was a bit too fucking supportive at the line to get in Jigger's office.
PLEASE SAY THIS ISN'T TRUE. I REJECT BEING A PREFECT. I REFUSE! THIS IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE!
NOT ONLY DO I HAVE TO SHARE THE FUCKING CLASS AND PREFECT DUTIES WITH A FUCKING LESBIAN, BUT I ALSO HAVE TO GO TO HOUSE MEETINGS WITH RABASTAN LESTRANGE AND LOOK UP TO FUCKING POTTER!!??!? MERLIN YOU ARE THE WORST QUIDDITCH PLAYER IN THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD BUT YOU GET THIS?? I DON'T EVEN WANT TO THINK WHAT KIND OF FAVOURS YOU DID TO MCGONAGALL!!
i fucking resign!!
this is fucking shite and if i get another owl from Parkinson to meet at Diagon Alley I'm going to send him kreacher with the fucking owl and have it bite his hands off.
So it's back to being amused by the squib and the foreign house elves, not to mention that NO ONE IS TELLING ME ANY FUCKING THING and i just KNOW Rabastan knows what the fuck happened but he's not talking to me since he told me we were in his room and I pointed out the stains on his sheets.
Well I don't know about you fuckers but i just found out about the fucking Unforgivables news that are out on the prophet and just WAS IT SO FUCKING HARD TO TELL US YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMETHING REALLY FUCKING SERIOUS LIKE SOMEONE DIED FROM SUCKING TOO MUCH PENIS (someone named SIRIUS) OR SOMEONE ELSE HAVING A MISCARRIAGE (someone TOUCHING that thing)!!
Unlucky for me none of them happened so i have to at least pretend this uh Robert GIT-BIN's second name was Sirius. oh look! Cecilia just finally completed a backflip! I put some spice in the game, tied her ankles so it's harder to get it right. i think she hurt her shoulder but i can't be sure and i don't really care.
I know i'm going to regret this but i wish Parkinson had a fucking journal because his birthday was soon and i wanted to see which present i want to keep.
I think Cecilia snapped something. I'll be right back.
Well Cici's tea party was absolutely more fucking boring than i thought so this place is still trying to kill me out of boredom. I hate this. I cannot stay one more day here I DON'T CARE IF TOMORROW WE HAVE TO GO TO KING'S CROSS. I want to go home and meet Rita, my new house elf, which I'm SURE mum bought me because otherwise she would've sent a howler just to say no.
Parkinson is excited that next year we'll be fifth years even though I keep telling him it's going to be the fucking same. He's even excited about OWLs. i think someone just hexed him, wish i knew who it was really so I could give him about TEN GALLEONS as a fucking prize.
Honestly, to make a report about a fucking halfblood is really low, Rita. The other slytherins don't care because they just liked how it seemed like a professor was dead or something, i don't even care about the bloody OWLs anyway. All i want to do is go home at grimmauld and stay there but NO MUM THINKS IT'S FUNNY TO SPEND THE FUCKING HOLYDAYS WITH THE LESTRANGES so I have around three days to kick Rita. Amazing.
Rabastan's taking his OWLs soon so there is no point in talking to him or any of the fifth, sixth or seventh years. God, i can't wait to get out of this school. I've had enough. I'm tired. SUMMER HOLIDAYS WHERE ARE YOU. Fuck, you'd think they'd be any slower.
I got an owl from mum last night too!! Well, actually, I got one this morning because last nights was from Dad and dad said that mum wasn't sending a howler this time, so, it would be good to open the letter. so i did, and she said we're spending time with the Lestranges over the summer. Joy. I am jumping with fucking damned joy.
But I was in potions the other day and Rita had no choice but to sit beside me, so i let her. We didn't talk at all. Which is good because I really didn't want to talk to her or yet be near that wench. She might be a pureblood and all that, but really. she might as well be a mudblood with the way she's treated. Not that I care if anyone does anything to her. people laugh at her because she's so horrible and her writing is so fucking bogus and fake and stupid. Yet she still writes and i don't understand why that girl does so. Something is definitely wrong with her. Shite, I can't see why I went out with her in the first place.
I asked mum if I could have my own house elf. I want to name it rita, just so I can kick it. What fun.
It's funny. i don't even care that we didn't win the cup. I just want to get out of here.
i want everyone's attention. Last night, i spent a bloody good portion vomiting my dinner out to the toilet. I woke up at four bloody AM to, again, spew my insides out. I'll say this once and only once so help me, Andromeda and Sirius Black were never part of our family. they have known since the beginning that they were never going to carry on the black name, and we - the loyal sons and daughters of Royalty knew as well, and it comes to no surprise whatsoever for what they have chosen. they do not deserve to carry the Black family name, which has been around for centuries and they can both die for all I care, because i don't fucking care for traitors - blood traitors - for that fact. i don't care for Sirius - who fucks whoever he wants whether it be a girl that's a mudblood, a halfblood or peter fucking pettigrew. i don't care for Andromeda, who has chosen the life that doesn't follow her mother or father's wishes, for she, the slime under my fingernails, can go with Ted Tonks and live the life she thinks she'll live. happily. sadly. dead, hopefully, whatever, i don't care anymore. the last week has been nothing but extreme bullshite. at least we know now, for sure, who are true to the family name and who will find a better ending than what you two have chosen. go ahead, fuck the mudbloods, and the tossers, and the idiots, and the disgusting filth that runs around this school with nothing more than dumbledore's fucking invisible ropes to their necks that aren't even attached. no, I am not fucking angry because that would be stupid and i would be wasting my breath and my fucking strength getting goddamned ANGRY when there is no fucking need to be. as i see it, there is no baby.
as for others asking about our family - Lestrange is right and i want to thank you, Rodolphus and Rabastan, for the support. and as for me, my only relatives are Narcissa and Bellatrix Black, and my beautiful queenly cousins, I am your little king.
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and now, i have to write an owl to mum and explain why this school is a stupid, stupid, place to be. I wish they sent me somewhere else.
so we wait with bated breath for the blood to trickle and taint and then they die while others faint and we live once again.
how does that sound, bellatrix?
I was bored in Transfiguration yesterday and I think that's a rather fascinating piece of written work myself. and you know, The Fifteen Glorious Years of Regulus Black will include some of the earlier written masterpieces. My book will be the best, of course.
Other than that, I actually cannot wait to go home to Grimmauld this year. received an interesting owl from mum the other day - not a howler, but i think she's gotten over our differences - regarding some things, and you know how it goes.
Oh and Bellatrix, i am still waiting for it. I thought about owling mum and you know that mum doesn't like our families keeping secrets from each other. so, I am waiting and you will tell me soon, i am sure.
Rita, i've heard, has called me considerable names. no one cares about that twat anyway, i think.
