Sun, 21 Dec 2003 07:29:02 GMT

Hogsmeade was thoroughly exhausting! All the cheery wizards piping happiness for the holidays, trying not to betray their nervousness at anything Voldemort is most likely guaranteed to be up to...

Not to mention that this is the first visit the students have officially got a chance to visit, after the attacks, since the visit for the twenty-ninth was canceled because of security concerns logistically, re-grouping for "The Order" and grieving for the bereaved.

Tomorrow, London. Ya-hoo?

Thu, 11 Dec 2003 03:20:12 GMT

To scan the grounds of Hogwarts means to see a dismal thing.

It is our seventh year, and I can only use the term "our" loosely, because there is nearly no one left.

Slytherin is like an empty husk; half our number has gone to fight in Voldermort's Army [PRIVATE: (puh-lease! as if I'd still buy into that "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" shiite. it gives him power to have a name so feared. incredible, really, that wizards and mages could have been so petrified to call the bastard the name he calls himself. and, of course, he is no "Dark Lord" of mine.) /P]. Every one else, gone to..somewhere not here.

Nearly everyone.

There are still some of us left.

[PRIVATE: It's funny. I consider everyone left as part of "us" now. Maybe because there really is barely anyone left. Because while there are still some of us left..]

Our number is nearly less than a third of what it was my first year here.

That is why the grounds are so empty. Our peers are dying, or killing, or being killed.

Or maybe safe in the Virgin Isles, or off the main part of Europe hidden away in foreign countries. Most likely South America.

[PRIVATE: Mother has got word that Father has escaped Azkaban, or is being shipped off to Skrukduleil, the Secret Prison for Torturing Incredibly Dangerous "Criminals", or has escaped in transit from the second prison. Anyhow, she thinks he may be in Argentina. (I know a lot of Malfoy funds are tied up in Brazil. Magical, as well as Muggle.)

And that Voldemort is trying to launch a second headquarters for another Front, but. She won't tell me how she knows, or why she thinks she's right. I do know that she's not sure if this information is real or not. If it's to be trusted. The Ministry has not allowed any visits from "convicts" for a year and a half. When we ask questions, they never answer. It is, after all, war./P]

So the only people left, of course, would have to be the mighty Potter, who seems to be trying to fuck a ghost (I thought I saw something I rather preferred never to have seen. ever. over the Quidditch field, no less! :is torn between snickering loudly and retching in disgust:); that red-headed toff Weasel, probably still getting off being a dumb git; and then there's that buck-toothed bushy-haired "Head" Girl, tottering after Enwhatenfiefer, farfin' "Head Boy" that he is, or is she in a twist to get her knickers off as fast as possible over Snape? :shudders. very. much. and stops self from imagining-*eurgh*:

I don't know about my head of house. He seems to have his arse stuck on his head, or is it his head stuck up his arse? So hard to tell just by looking. Since sixth year, as the House grew smaller with each passing month, he's been more withdrawn and distant (not that he was ever...well, really, we're *Slytherins* after all! and it's *still* cause for pride. It IS.) and now he hardly seems available. Come to think of it, I think I've always caught him making eyes at the Griffindor table over meals. :brain freezes: But the intense scrutiny has GOT to have been glares of loathing!

:is not going into denial:

And then... and then...there's those two overgrown Hufflepuffs that seem to be shagging in public everytime I sneak out into Hogsmeade...

And..and Boot and that twin, Ravenclaws in heat, they really ought to just rub their heads together, then, I thought I saw Boot trying to put some moves on a tree a bit while I was having my walk..

It's madness! People are not sound enough to deal with "T"he "W"ar.. (!!!) and so, the little idiots are pairing up like turtle-squirreldoves that can't survive a measley hour without rubbing up against its mate, and yowling, and..

Well, I suppose it's good that my house..I mean, *my* House. is good. yes.

Although I think I may have seen Greengrass making eyes at "Head Boy." :shakes head:

I suppose the We're Doomed!/Let's Shag! instinct is kicking, kicking everyone in sight. :gulps:

[ooc-note: all of the this post is what Draco is muttering and scowling and being sexily devastatingly handsomely almost-melancholic and perhaps even silly about in quiet tones he thinks is PRIVATE but is actually, in fact, PUBLIC] /o-n]

"The World Is Ending! Would you fuck me if this was our last term or night alive on Hogwarts?"

:groans: :tears at hair:

:sighs: :pouts:

:thinks of House:

:becomes deadly serious: [PRIVATE:

And then..there's Zabini. Looks about ready to slit her own wrists, and that was before that attack in Hogsmeade.

Voldemort is not afraid. To send in minions held in thrall for whatever vice to do his dirty work.

And in the meantime, I see Nott stick his head in clouds -or maybe he's writing battle strategy in that notebook??- what is he thinking? Probably something of the muggle phrase "pipe dreams" ..maybe like everyone else.

Pansy seems to be made of stouter stuff; got a sound head, that one. She'll look out for you, after she looks out for herself.
I suspect maybe all of us "snakes" left could have the principle apply. /P]

And everyone that's left of Slytherin House seems to be moping or skulking uselessly about, childhood friends and former shags or former crushes or fellow schemers- *friends*. Or not. All gone.

Yes, skulking uselessly, all my House, faculty included.

:sighs quietly:

I will not be so useless. Fighting the malaise seems to be the thing to be done.

As for that googly-eyed business, for me it shall go the way of the melancholy:

Bite Me.

muggle divination, my arse..

Thu, 04 Dec 2003 21:01:44 GMT

:continues shaking head:

utter shite, that.

Thu, 04 Dec 2003 20:49:47 GMT

??

:mutters: 'stupid muggle internet..'

Unleash The Dragon

muggle divination, my arse..