Benedictory

I was out practicing Quidditch when Louis asked, thank you very much. I'm not nearly as tied to these journals as some of you are. There are more important things in life than gossiping in journals all day. I am back now, along with the rest of you. That does not mean I feel like talking to most of you. So stay away.

[PRIVATE TO ALEX AND TALLY]Is it just me or is this possibly the worst year at Hogwarts ever? First I got paired with that damn Potter in Austria, and now my girlfriend dies. The way this is going, Slytherin has no chance of winning Quidditch. Maybe I'll start some correspondence with my grandmother.

I wish the first years would just shut up. They're Slytherins. If they want to cry, they can go do it in private. But basically you are the two I'm alright talking with, if you have the urge. I won't hex you, though no promises for anyone else.[/PRIVATE]

[HEXED EXTREMELY PRIVATE]What the fuck? Bloody hell! CHELSEA? She was slightly down, but she was not suicidal, and she was not stupid. No one just falls into a ravine. She wanted to live! And hopefully have my children. She would have been a good wife. And that's what she wanted!

It's the Trio, it has to be the damn Trio:
1. They threatened to throw me down a ravine.
2. Chelsea got into some fight or something with them.
3. Chelsea is dead - in a ravine.

Coincidence? There has never been a ravine in the Forbidden Forest before, never. Things don't just happen. Dom actually has some morals, and Perdie isn't bright. Matilda has to be the mastermind behind actually following through on this. Dom might have gone along, but getting it all done, that's Tildy.

I am so never sleeping with one of them. No matter how big Dom's boobs are.[/PRIVATE]

Also, Slughorn should just retire. Now.

So my mother, who lives for social niceties and sweet conversation over tea, decided that as heir I should spend more time out and with people. Really, there are more important things - as I have said before. But given that she'll keep yapping at me continuously if I don't do something, I suppose I should.

So, there is a very long nice stretch of beach we own, or I am not against visiting you, assuming you have no garden gnomes. London is also an attractive setting.

I love the coastal air. And since we own so much of the land, I get excellent practice in without any worries. And you know what's great fun? To fly out over the water.

And I think I've talked to enough muggles to last me quite a long time. Curiosity satisfied, thanks.

You better be practicing. We didn't get much time in Austria, but we need to be in tip top shape. I have my eye on each and every one of you.

No slacking.

Oh Potter, you are so dense sometimes. I do hope you really like Barbie.

And no, our room will not be the honeymoon suite.

[Private to Slytherin Quidditch Team]

Practice will be next Sunday (a free day) at nine a.m. in the meadow behind the Alpenhof. Bring your brooms, and come in proper clothing.

[Public]

Apparently I'm not half-bad at this muggle-sport thing. It took a while to get a hang of it, but I didn't make a fool of myself. I doubt I'll do it again, but for something muggle, it could have been worse.

HEXED AGAINST PROFESSORS

Everyone says Slughorn is going senile, but this is the worst. I am rooming with James Potter? Are you bloody kidding me? I do not believe there is anyone worse I could have been roomed with.

Oh, and Slytherin Quidditch Team, I will be scheduling practices to fit in with the itinerary.

( The answers you've all been waiting for )