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[01 Nov 2004|12:41pm]
Almost time for the Halloween Ball - I've got to finish getting ready. When I said "Clean my dress, make it spotless" to those first years, I meant really, truly spotless. I've had to send the little idiots back three or four times already to get the last bits of dirt out of the skirt.

Invitations went out. I do say, the guest list is inspired. It's important, keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and your enemies in power closest. One useful thing Daddy taught me.
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[24 Oct 2004|03:08pm]
Best wishes for your birthdays, although slightly belated, darling coz Reggie and dear Barty. I know I'm sending presents a tad late, but it took a while to pick out the perfect ones and send away for them, you know.

For the ball, I'm almost settled on that wonderful black dress Mother gave me for Christmas. (She does, it appears, do some things right!) The skirt's a bit wide, but the laces up the back are exquisite. The whole thing is, in fact. Must have cost a fortune. Probably a year's income of some of the poorer families. You know, as Slytherins, the house with the best social connections, we ought to throw a party after. By invitation only, of course.

In other news? I have another career counseling appointment after Halloween - apparently because I'm not "rooted" firmly enough in my plans after Hogwarts and need further guidance. (Ugh. Guidance is one of those words that all sensible people ought to flee from. Unless, of course, it's somebody trustworthy doing the guiding. E.g., not a teacher.)
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[16 Oct 2004|11:31am]

Tired and I have another foot of potions homework to forge through. I think the turn towards cold weather is leaving me rather uninspired. I need to live somewhere warm, dammit. Perhaps I can persuade Granny that she'd like to have me live with her for a while.

I'm getting violently sick of all the political junk going on at school. Blah blah blah, muggles and mudbloods and blahhdy blah blah. I'm expected to care, of course, practically being poster girl and new recruitment officer for Bella's what-do-you-ma-callems (not that I actually ever knew the name, because she hasn't told me, because she doesn't trust me. Which is understandable, except we're family)

All this recent uproar, political thought and whatnot, has me distracted from the important task at hand. I need to be less distractable, don't I.
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[11 Oct 2004|08:13pm]
Congratulations to the Quidditch team and all, good show. In other news, I keep being bothered by career counseling questions. Career? Honestly? Me?

Ha. Obviously, they ought to talk to my mother. My career was set at birth, to a) make a good marriage and b) bring forth little Pureblooded babies. She'll give them a good idea of what I'm doing after graduation.

Not that, really, being married would be so bad. Having my own house, away from HER and anything else unpleasant.

Brewed the potion from Severus. Now, all I really need, is a lovely plant and the opportune moment.
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Society? [30 Sep 2004|04:34pm]
[ mood | indescribable ]

It seems to be the new vogue on these journals to contemplate society, the wizarding world, the nature of life &co. &co, on and on until the end of the world. I simply can't see what all this society hullabaloo is about. What does society matter? It's mostly full of people you don't want to meet, or won't meet, mostly people you'll never even know exsist. Members of society that interfere with you merit attention, but because they're specific people, not some abstract non-exsistant group.

I hate thinking about large things. Like society, or whatever. Maybe that's why I'm always left behind when Bella and Andromeda forge ahead. They both seem to care. Bella fights, Annie fights -- god, I wish they could fight for the same thing -- and I watch and wait and don't really care. What business of mine is society? It can't affect me, it can't affect us. We're Blacks, we're above that sort of thing.

[Private to Evan]
You said you wanted to talk? I've got Charms homework that needs sorting through, so I'll be in the Library for ages, meet me there for conversation of whatever philosophical nature you desire, darling?

In other news, I suppose all one needs in life is a cause. Severus, your notes were a godsend. Thank you ever so much! [Private to Severus] If you need a favor in return, you know you can always ask me.[/private]

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[19 Sep 2004|08:09pm]
[ mood | angry ]

This school facist dictatorship is possibly the most horrible place on the Earth. Detention on Hogsmeade weekend. Detention! Let me reiterate. The world is unfair and I think I'm about to kill something. Professor Sprout, by God, if I can't control myself. She gave me detention on Saturday!

I repeat. Detention. Of all the cruellest, most arbitrary and evil things a woman can do to another woman, to give her detention on a Hogsmeade weekend, for all bloody day Saturday, potting plants! Someone ought to file a complaint with the Board of Directors, or what do you call thems. The people who fire the teachers, you know. (Why Daddy isn't ON that board I'll never know. Honestly.)

And if that isn't bad enough, being given detention because of not being in dress code (I maintain my skirt was firmly below acceptable level!) and for "sassing" her! Professor Plant Loving Sprout! And the whole dormitory smells of butterbeer and candies and I'm absolutely starving. And life is NOT fair.

Rita, I would certainly be in favor of you writing that column. Perhaps a special edition? But above that. Revenge is in order.

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[07 Sep 2004|03:09pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Oh, how time flies when life is reduced to N.E.W.T. preparation and scrambling from one class to another. Really, after seven years of it, learning has just become a bore. Kettleburn has been awful recently, always lecturing me about the 'proper way to handle' this that and the other. Honestly! Being outside in the mud is the proper way to handle nothing! I'm beginning to think that this class is a waste of time - wait, I already thought that. It's just an easier waste of time than something ridiculous like Arithmancy.

But why are we learning how to take care of these big ugly animals? That's what servants and gamekeepers are for. We pay them to do the unpleasant things, thereby giving them a living. If we take care of nasty animals, we're robbing an entire class of wizards of their livelihood. Disgusting.

In other news. More than a week till Hogsmeade and I simply can't hold out. Can't something more interesting than classes happen, just for a little bit? (Speaking of which, how did the Quidditch tryouts go? Barty, Evan?)

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[21 Aug 2004|11:35am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

Ah. A day without class. I won't say without homework, but I certainly don't intend to waste a wonderful Saturday morning thinking about that.

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[16 Aug 2004|11:48am]
[ mood | angry ]

Finally out of the Hospital Wing, in part because Pomfrey kicked me out. Oh well, no matter. I'll have a thank you flower arrangement sent, and I can fall ill again in a few weeks. I got back to my room, irritatingly, to proof that Mummy's finally gone off her rocker.

She's sent me an itemized list of all the men who I'm allowed to marry. Lunacy. She even put stars next to the ones she particularly likes. She's gone stark raving mad. It must be spending all day alone with nobody but house elves that's finally done her in.


The list includes some Italian fellow who I think Mummy's got a crush on (she doodled little hearts all around his name. Insanity!), Count von Something Something, who sounds disturbingly like a vampire or vampire supporter (ick!), way too many of Bella's friends, and Evan, you're on there too.

Mummy's insane, it's final. UGH. Does this mean I have to go home for Christmas Hols to tend to her in her insanity?

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[13 Aug 2004|05:01pm]
[ mood | creative ]

The Hospital Wing, while wonderfully restful and healing-y and all that, is quite the bore after a few days. I'm frightfully glad I finally managed to cow one of the house elves into bringing me my diary; the silly things have been telling me they're not allowed to leave the Hospital Wing. I suppose my persuasion finally won, though. It's worse to cross me than to cross some ridiculous rule from Merlin knows who, after all.

But all in all, it's been a pleasant stay, after my migraine wore off. Of course, that was on Tuesday afternoon, so I've been happy as a clam with no school work, ever since. Mummy sent chocolate once she heard I was "ill" --that's the one advantage of being her daughter! Anybody who wants to come visit, or join me in illness, you'd better do it now. I'm running out of diseases to come down with.

Uh oh. Madame Pomfrey's looking at me suspiciously. Better moan in pain for a few minutes, or she'll decide I've recovered and kick me out.

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[10 Aug 2004|09:07am]
[ mood | sick ]

Ugh. I'm feeling horrid. When I woke up, my head was pounding - and now my stomach's started. There's no way I'm lasting through a day of this! Blast all of my classes, they can carry on without me. I'm going to the hospital wing.

Ew. I feel queasy.

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[08 Aug 2004|03:39pm]
[ mood | bored ]

Sunday becomes a horribly boring day, once you've gotten all the work out of the way. Or forgotten about it. Someone's mad, assigning a History of Magic textbook this heavy - I'm just glad I've convinced one of the fourth years to carry it for me.

I think I'm going to do something interesting with my afternoon. I just can't decide what. Somehow, plotting something doesn't appeal today. Maybe my brain hurts from all this school-type thinking.

Bella wants to know all about the boys in my year. Reg's too. I don't think it's just an extension of Mummy's matchmaking ideas. (UGH UGH Mummy, stop it. I can find people I like well enough on my OWN.)

Speaking of which. Broke it off finally with that Beaubaxtons boy, after I got absolutely tired of blackmailing Anamarie to write him in French. It's not like I'd ever see the silly thing again, and even if I did, he'd just start talking romance and amour. I can't even understand his language, it just won't work out. Ah, Henri. So pretty, but so emptyheaded.

Despite how annoying they can be, there are some first years who show potential. There's one who I think is even a distant relative, and that's always good. I'm going to investigate, do some networking perhaps? Ah, the joys of school life.

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[03 Aug 2004|11:17am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Until very recently, I was feeling quite sick and tired of the first years. Well, I'm over that.

Of course, it helps that one of the first years is now probably quite unhappy about his previous behavior. The little redheaded boy with the beady eyes? He's been staring up my skirt ever since the Sorting practically, and somebody seems to have noticed, because they slipped a few drops of Swelling Solution between the pages of one of his textbooks. His fingers are roughly the size of apples, and the silly boy was rubbing away his tears, too. I don't even want to discuss his cheeks. They ferreted him off to the hospital wing just now. I've been sitting in my armchair by the fire, quite enjoying the spectacle.

Oh, I wonder who my defender could be? Perhaps just someone tired of the first years? Because certainly now, they're all a little more nervous looking.

Revenge is sweet. Little bugger will think twice before oggling me again, especially since I left a note in his Potions book.

"Don't look up a girl's skirt. It's impolite."

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[29 Jul 2004|12:02pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Frenzied packing. Daddy doesn't know where the better half of my text books have gotten off to, and I've barricaded myself away from the madness. I'm painting my toenails at the moment, a lovely shade of silver to celebrate the beginning of the school year. (Although it's a mad thing to celebrate! Beginning of work. Ugh. But beginning of school social life and fun, good thing.)

I wonder if Dumbledore's going to do any more mad things at the start of term banquet? I mean, after this whole Head Boy and Girl thing.
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[26 Jul 2004|01:40pm]
[ mood | confused ]

It's a bit odd, this idea of a public diary? Backwards, but who am I to argue against fashion? Anyway, Bella has one, and this is the best way to keep in touch with her. Mummy picked one up for me along with all my school things, in Diagon Alley a few days ago. I'm still mad she wouldn't let me go - what makes her think I'm still too young to do my own shopping? Marriage, yes. Shopping, oh heavens no!

But at least she's brought new robes in the colors I asked, and a new silver cage for Lena. And this journal, so she's got something of her mind in the right place.

The trouble with back to school shopping, of course, is that it means that school is starting in a few days. August 2, in fact. A week. (Not that I'm complaining. Summer was fun, it always it. Spent a weekend down on the continent at Grandmama's place on the Riviera. Wonderful, lots of beautiful Beaubaxtons boys flitting about. Like Luna moths; almost see-through, slow moving, beautiful creatures.)

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