July 2011
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I wonder if Bellatrix had a diary:
Dear Diary,
Today the Dark Lord looked at me.
Love, Bellatrix
07. Scorpius was sorted into Gryffindor. When Draco found out he cried, because it meant he had done something right for eleven years.
we're immortal, you and i.: I wonder what it must have been like at Malfoy Manor every time Draco uttered "Wait till my father hears about this!" →
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Narcissa: “Lucius! A fourth owl has arrived today from Draco.”
Lucius: “What is it this time?”
- Father, Today someone told me that Slytherin robes make you look sickly. Can you hardly believe the people they let in this school. Please have them promptly expelled so I don’t have to deal with this in person. Or perhaps you could speak to Dumbledore about a color change should this be something you agree with. Whatever you think’s best, Father! Regards, Draco
- Father, Subsequent to being told that I look ill, we were taken to our dormitories. The dungeons?! Please send a quick owl to that dreadful headmaster and put in a word about relocating our house. Now I’m afraid I’ll actually fall ill and that idiot from this afternoon will have been proven correct! Regards, Draco
- Father, The Potter boy you told me to look out for publicly humiliated me. I don’t see what’s so special about him. All he has is an ugly scar and wonky-looking muggle glasses. Father, I refuse to give peace a chance. Please see what you can do about ruining his life because he seems like the conceited type. Regards, Draco
- Father, He’s befriended a Weasley. A WEASLEY. Desperately, Draco
- Father, And now a muggle-born twit who’s more annoying and uppity than a house elf on Felix Felicis. This is unacceptable, Father. I am mortified. Regards, Draco
- Father! You’ve yet to respond to any of my correspondence so far, but this is a life or death, emergency situation. They made us go into the forest, Father. The forest! All alone with that Potter idiot and a useless ball of fur they called a bloodhound. Have them all arrested, Father! The school, the staff, even the other students for getting me in trouble for trying to keep the rules followed! Call the ministry! They’re having students look around a dangerous forest for signs of dead unicorns. This is the stuff of nightmares, I tell you. I’ll be sure to write you again tomorrow once I’ve had one, that’s how positive I am that this is nightmare material. This is servant stuff, Father. Not what you should be having an egalitarian school child and a band of lesser but still underage students do. We saw something, too, Father. Like a ghoul, but with black robes. I don’t know what it was, but I expect to hear back from you soon. Regards, Draco (P.S. This gamekeeper is a total mess, Father. See what you can do about taking him to court just for being ugly and stupid. I’m sure we’d have a solid case, Father. Sure.)
that moment when your drinking something
and your friend looks at you like this..
and then you’re just like..
