I've been thinking (and I'm an exceptional thinker), Hogwarts really ought to put on a play. I'm serious! It would certainly promote house unity, and, most importantly, it would be fun. I, of course, would be the lead. Every show needs a talented, handsome, young actor to spice things up, and I certainly fit that role well enough. Actually, I've never acted before in my life although sometimes I recite Shakespearean monologues when no one's around, but I'm positive I would make a brilliant actor.

Either that or the lead singer in a famous rock band. But wait! My talent knows no bounds, because I would also play the electric guitar. Although, come to think of it, I don't know how to play the electric guitar, and I've never had a singing lesson in my life. But singing can't be all that difficult, can it? Especially in a rock band. Rock singers usually just scream some pretentiously written ballad and call it art, often times sounding like a cat in heat. Easy enough. Maybe I'll start a band myself. And learn how to play the electric guitar, of course. Is anyone interested?

Current Mood: artistic

I'd like to take this opportunity to use my authority as Prefect. NO RUNNING IN THE COMMON ROOM! NONE! AT ALL!

I'm sick up to here with all of the hyperactive, little first years running about like mad. One of them even knocked something over. They used to be so innocent and honestly looked as if they'd cry if I came within 1 metre of them. But now? Now they're brazen and far too cocky for their own good. If you ask me, first years should be seen and not heard. Well, I'll make exceptions if they actually have something meaningful to say. But 99.99999% of the time, they don't. Maybe Bulstrode can put them in their places. Except she might strangle one of them, and that'll get us nowhere.

Speaking of mindless violence: Terry Boot, you snore, and I'm quite close to snapping. If you don't stop, I may just go mad and take some little first year hostage until the nightmare ends. And I'm sure I'm not the only one whose ears are ringing. Nothing personal, Terry, you're just driving me mad.

Current Mood: aggravated

I finally did something productive with my time and got one of these. It's about time. I thought these were just a fad, but suddenly I feel so in-the-know. I'm going to tell everyone to get one, including my grandparents (even though they may be slightly dead).

I just thought I should take the time to make it clear that I'm still angry hardly none of my mates from Ravenclaw (blokes, that is) stayed at Hogwarts. I'm so angry I could just ignore the rules of grammar! It's tapering off, though. I suppose I shouldn't really be angry in the first place. It's not their faults. I should be angry at their parents. But I don't know them, so that takes too much effort.

But I'm still angry at Michael Corner. He even told me himself he'd be coming back this year. But I guess that's what happens when parents become concerned. Still, it'll take a lot more than those chocolate frogs he sent me to win my forgiveness. Try six months worth of daily compliments about how handsome and charming I am. And he won't even have to lie!

Current Mood: grumpy