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First Person (entry type):
[Hexed so very, very private]
This is so unfair.
Mother says I have to go to Hogwarts but it sounds so pathetic. It is full of Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers like that stupid headmaster Dumbledore. I don't see why I have to go there. Would it be so bad to be sent a little further away to go to a much better place? I can always Floo back and forth, surely.
Father is totally on my side for this and I want to make him proud. Maybe I can talk to Mother again and get her to see how much better Durmstrang would be. They teach great things there and I heard Hogwarts teaches pretty much rubbish subjects like Muggle Studies. Who would ever want to study Muggles? That's just disgusting. Can't she see how awful that would be?
If she won't change her mind, I'd better at least be in Slytherin.
Third Person:
Draco Malfoy was in his bedroom at the manor that belonged to his family line. It was stately and full of luxurious little touches - the finest linen on the bed; priceless magical objects scattered almost carelessly on a nearby table. He would have to put them back before his father came home or else he'd be in strife but for now he wasn't thinking of his playthings.
With a sneer, Draco called out angrily: "Where are you, you rotten little elf?!"
Getting no immediate response, Draco frowned to himself and glanced around. That stupid Dobby. What good was a house-elf if they were as bloody useless as that one was?
With a sound of annoyance - that of someone used to having his every word obeyed by those he considered the lower classes - Draco opened his bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. All was quiet. He knew his mother was around but in a house this large she could be anywhere. He was feeling peckish and he wanted that house-elf to appear now to make him something to eat.
He wasn't about to call out again just yet. The lengthening amount of time would be enough of an excuse to make that horrible creature punish himself all the more for his non-appearance.
The blond boy smirked to himself at the thought. That's right. Dobby wasn't going to come when he called? Then he'd pay for that. Of that Draco was sure.
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First Person (entry type):
[Hexed so very, very private]
This is so unfair.
Mother says I have to go to Hogwarts but it sounds so pathetic. It is full of Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers like that stupid headmaster Dumbledore. I don't see why I have to go there. Would it be so bad to be sent a little further away to go to a much better place? I can always Floo back and forth, surely.
Father is totally on my side for this and I want to make him proud. Maybe I can talk to Mother again and get her to see how much better Durmstrang would be. They teach great things there and I heard Hogwarts teaches pretty much rubbish subjects like Muggle Studies. Who would ever want to study Muggles? That's just disgusting. Can't she see how awful that would be?
If she won't change her mind, I'd better at least be in Slytherin.
Third Person:
Draco Malfoy was in his bedroom at the manor that belonged to his family line. It was stately and full of luxurious little touches - the finest linen on the bed; priceless magical objects scattered almost carelessly on a nearby table. He would have to put them back before his father came home or else he'd be in strife but for now he wasn't thinking of his playthings.
With a sneer, Draco called out angrily: "Where are you, you rotten little elf?!"
Getting no immediate response, Draco frowned to himself and glanced around. That stupid Dobby. What good was a house-elf if they were as bloody useless as that one was?
With a sound of annoyance - that of someone used to having his every word obeyed by those he considered the lower classes - Draco opened his bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. All was quiet. He knew his mother was around but in a house this large she could be anywhere. He was feeling peckish and he wanted that house-elf to appear now to make him something to eat.
He wasn't about to call out again just yet. The lengthening amount of time would be enough of an excuse to make that horrible creature punish himself all the more for his non-appearance.
The blond boy smirked to himself at the thought. That's right. Dobby wasn't going to come when he called? Then he'd pay for that. Of that Draco was sure.