Name: Solan Montague
Gender: Male
Date of birth: 9/10/77
Year: 7th
House: Slytherin
Blood status: Pureblood

( With blue eyes that never cry... )

Current Mood: calm

Parkinson apparently hopes that there will be Dementors in Hogsmeade the upcoming weekend due to the escaped Death Eaters so that "Potter will make an idiot of himself in front of everyone again".

I don't know if she realises that Dementors are actually evil and don't live to do her bidding of Potter-baiting. But eh.

Then again, some other girl apparently told her that Malfoy couldn't have enough room in his heart for himself, his hair AND her, so she was a bit miffed at the time.

Ugh. Why are some females in my house so incredibly insipid? And why are some other females, not of my house, so... nevermind.

Current Mood: blah

Well shit.

So much for SNAPE playing favourites.

Makes me wonder what she wants from us more than anything. Defense isn't even my strongest class when taught by real instructors.

Current Mood: bemused

Wasn't Oakby likely on his way out before hols?

Why is he back, looking more unctuous than twenty Knockturn Alley crooks combined, and not only getting quite grabby with Tracey Davis, but informing her that were she to do anything unpleasant to him, she would not like the consequences? I'm not really concerned about the girl, who is fairly capable of taking care of herself and making it look like an accident, but... why does Oakby seem to think that not only will he not get in trouble for being up to his tricks, but that he's being backed up by someone as well?

And what in the world is with the DADA assignment?

Current Mood: shocked

( Private to Fawcett )

Current Mood: busy

( Private to Cassius, Adrian and Susannah )

( Private to Fawcett )

Current Mood: blank

Right, then.

As I'm coming down the hall, I come across Weasley (the Prefect) apparently having what seems to be a stare-out with Celia Warrington, who appears to have about ten pounds of chocolate tucked under one arm. The girl then informs Weasley, in a haughty voice, that she is not "A midget", but "THE Midget to whom all the OTHER midgets bow".

Cassius, do you have any idea what that's all about?

Current Mood: okay

330 to 250, Ravenclaw. Not badly played by either team, and I suppose it's to be expected that both Seekers took longer than the usual amount of time to spot the Snitch.

Why the devil has Oakby taken to lingering under doorways and leering?

... Never mind. Did he not learn something from the last time he propositioned Tracey Davis?

Ouch.

Current Mood: okay

Am I the only person who doesn't give a damn about the stupid ratings that the twitty twosome came up with?

Oi. So it seems as though Travers finally said one nasty remark too many. I hope to hell that I'll NEVER have a repeat of the scenario in the Common Room again.

Anyone who wants to train security trolls, work as a hit wizard or an Auror, or do some other strenuous, high-risk combative vocation after Hogwarts, try to break up a catfight between the queen of tarts and Harmonia Nutcombe for practice. It would probably be better training than months of more traditional work.

( Private )

Current Mood: weary

The game's over and done with. Those still pissed off at Malfoy? Take it up with him. Leave me the hell alone.

( Private )

Current Mood: listless

Picture if you will the following scenario.

1) Quentin Oakby, perhaps finally getting into his head that Katie Bell will not have anything to do with him, accosts Tracey Davis and Daphne Greengrass in the hallway.

2) Davis laughs in his face and Greengrass give him the classic princess-to-peon look after about two minutes.

3) Not deterred, Oakby continues the onslaught and ups the ante by feeding Greengrass a sleazy pick-up line.

4) Blaise Zabini happens to come down the hallway just in time to HEAR said sleazy pick-up line. Zabini is slightly less than amused.

5) The resulting bedlam results in two students in the hospital wing and several more in detention. According to various unfortunate Prefects who had to break up the melee, Oakby's parting words, as he was hefted off to the infirmary with warts all over his face and a fishtail instead of legs, were "You all will get it when Gryffindor wins the game!"

The altercation didn't even have any bloody thing to do with the bloody Quidditch!

One more week, and perhaps the madness will be at an end. And there won't be any more of this crap next year, thank Salazar.

I hope the Gryffindors know to expect something from Malfoy at the game. Having Weasley the younger playing Quidditch would be all too dear of a chance for him to pass up and NOT do anything.

( Private to Verity Jenkins )

Current Mood: annoyed

Twenty five gallons of hangover potion brewed. Salazar knows how much left to go. And the night is still young.

Well, well. For all she's an overly talkative fifth year type, Tracey Davis seems to have considerable talents in throwing a party. I'm not quite sure Pucey asked her to do so, but he doesn't seem displeased that she took the initiative.

And miraculously, no one has broken anything yet.

Current Mood: busy

Oh for fuck's sake... NO, Travers, I am NOT going to help you brew love potion to snag the Head Boy once and for all. And for that matter, NO, I also don't have any sort of clue what you should get him for his birthday. No amount of batting your eyelashes will change my mind, and in this case, "NO" means exactly that, NOT "I'm playing coy and will do it if pestered enough".

Current Mood: irritated

Another most interesting owl, and this time not from Malfoy.

However, for the sake of protecting the anonymity of the sender, I'll not put it up.

Hmmm... this doesn't SEEM like Yet Another Infantile Weasley Prank. At least, I don't believe that they're likely to humiliate one of their own friends just to aggravate ME.

I suppose things will be clarified tomorrow.

Current Mood: curious

What I should REALLY put here is something along the lines of 'You lot, sass each other somewhere OTHER than this journal'. But that'd be counterproductive to the parties who can't seem to shut up.

Oh wait. An owl... what is this?

Oh for fuck's sake...



( Private to Pucey and Warrington )

Current Mood: aggravated

Red's really an ugly colour on me Weasley. Next time certain people feel like amusing themselves, let's hope it's in a less garish fashion. In the very least, I had a spare set of robes, so the afternoon wasn't an entire waste.

I suppose it's too much to ask for certain people to TRY to act like they're not infantile first-years. Or at least determine whether someone did anything to warrant infantile first-year behaviour aside from existing. But... Eh, whatever.

Current Mood: cynical

Yes, I went to watch Gryffindor tryouts. This is because there's nothing to stop me from doing so, as Madam Hooch does not put wards on the pitch keeping other teams out. So, stop bitching about that. I don't see anyone giving Davies and his lot grief over attending mine, nor am I giving him the what-for over his presence.

Yes, various of my housemates took undue amusement in Weasley's incompetence. What can I say? Some people are immature and very easily amused. Considering that Malfoy, Croyle and Josiah Haughton were there, this should have been deemed an inevitability. Had I arranged for them to be hogtied and Silencing charmed and their mouths sealed with spellotape, I do not doubt that they still would have managed to jeer at Weasley, and then I would have had to deal with angry ranting from McGonagall for bullying younger housemates. Weasley should make sure to prepare himself for the pressure if he wishes to play Keeper for Gryffindor.

That being said, no, I didn't join in the jeering. I have better things to do, like to take notes on the team's dynamics and Angelina Johnson's approach to captaining. Besides, hate to say it, but I really don't give a fuck about what Malfoy says and does, as it has no bearing on me.

No, I also didn't join in with the amusement when Weasley One broke Katie Bell's nose, nor did I find it amusing when Weasley Two made it worse. Honestly. Why in the world did none of them think to take her to the hospital wing right away? Are they really so egotistical as to think that as well as big fucking heroes, they're also fully-trained medical personnel now?

Yes, some members of my team are gits. I'm sure I don't need to mention names. That being said, I was unaware that I was there to befriend them.

No, I shall not be kicking them off for being gits. How would this be my problem, anyway? Last I checked, Malcroyle KIND of had a mind of its own. Yes, singular usage intentional.

Therefore, yes, sod off about it and stop giving me lip over it. And no, don't tar everyone by the same brush over the behaviour of a few individuals. It's stupid. But considering who all's doing it, not at all surprising.

Current Mood: irritated

( Private to Self )

Ugh, tryouts. That's bound to be thrilling.

Current Mood: cynical

[OOC: Pretend this is posted on the the 1st. Posting earlier because I'll be out of town]

So, according to Pansy Parkinson, I am as good as engaged to Susannah Caligo, as it is "all over the train" that we were seen having tea together in Diagon Alley after we'd run into each other buying school supplies, and therefore, we must undoubtedly be desperately in love, planning a glamourous nuptial ceremony in June once school lets out next year, and settling down to have a half-dozen attractive Slytherin brats after a leisurely honeymoon tour on the continent.

Someone clearly neglected to send me that memo.

Paracelsus on a thorn bush, don't they have ANYTHING better to do? And Parkinson's a PREFECT this year? Oy.

Current Mood: blah