December 16th, 1977
School is about a thousand times more boring without Rabastan here. Has anyone heard from him yet? First thing they did when they found out he'd gone was confiscate all his stuff and search it. Dumbledore said I could have it back eventually, but they're looking for something. He won't find it, though.
He also told me I'd be a lot better with Rabastan gone. Right. He said he was a bad influence on me and I was really a good kid at heart. Stupid old prat. It'd serve him right if I decided to leave school too. Rabastan said things would be better outside.
At least its almost Christmas hols. Not really looking forward to dealing with Mum and her ranting and raving, but some plans make the trip more than worthwhile.
Current Mood: bored
October 15th, 1977
It's Saturday and the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term and I spent it cooped up in this fucking castle with a bunch of snivelling first years who kept asking me for help on their Charms essays. I really hate being a prefect. Is there anyway to stop being a prefect without getting expelled. I half considered just leaving with the rest of the students, but I was afraid McGonagall would see me and stop me. She's been all over me ever since The Incident.
Sometimes I think you're right, Rabastan. Why do I bother?
Let me know when you're back. I want to hear about what happened.
If you're not locked in a dungeon, that is.
Current Mood: annoyed
September 1st, 1977
Leaving for King's Cross first thing in the morning. It'll be good to get away from home. I only just arrived back yesterday, but I think two days with my mother is more than enough. She hasn't stopped shrieking about whatever Bella said in that owl yet.
Of course I'm a prefect again and that does please her. Somewhere between the "your own cousin!" and "good enough to take you in!" she mentioned something about being glad she has a son she can be proud of.
We went to visit Father's grave today. Mother said he had great plans for me, though she didn't say what they were, and that I should do whatever I can to live up to them.
My mother talks too much.
Rabastan, what time are you leaving tomorrow? We could sit together maybe. If you've not got other plans already.
Current Mood: uncomfortable
July 7th, 1977
Mother seems to think I need a strong male role model in my life now that Father is gone (who knows where she got that idea) so I'm leaving tomorrow for my aunt and uncle's. I think she just wants Grimmauld Place to herself now that she's free to decorate it however she likes (which is frightening). Truthfully, I'm glad to be getting away.
Narcissa, mother says you'll be keeping me entertained. I am so looking forward to it.
Apparently my ex-brother is shacked up with a boy. How quaint.
Current Mood: cynical