If it weren't obvious, I've been doing quite well on my N.E.W.T.s. Last night Tracey Davis was crying over the idea of taking her Defence Against the Dark Arts exam, but I'm certainly not worried. I don't see why so many people have gone into fits of mental agony over this. It's not as though we didn't know we'd be taking them. Besides, they're not testing us on anything we haven't learnt, so I don't see what the difficulty is. Of course, I am quite clever, so it's difficult for me to comprehend the way the minds of the lesser than work.
Since we had a free day yesterday, I spent the morning playing Morchevi with Crabbe. I don't see why people even bother playing that with me, as I've never lost. I heard him screaming in the night, but it's his own fault for thinking he could win. Pansy and I had sandwiches for tea in the afternoon and had a long discussion about Quidditch. She was clearly enthralled by what I had to say, as she agreed with all of it. I also got more details about her row with Granger, but it's highly privileged information and I won't be sharing it.
I am, naturally, looking forward to returning to Malfoy Manor. I've not seen My Father or Mother since the Easter holidays, and I'm certain we have quite a lot to catch up on. I'd like to discuss a few things with Father, namely the shop I own in Diagon Alley as I haven't yet decided what I'd like to do with it. I don't imagine I'll spend a great deal of time with it, but it shall be a quaint summer project. I do enjoy taking on projects for the summer, as otherwise I tend to get bored and wind up being chased by house-elves. Actually, now that I've mentioned the house-elves, that reminds me.
Last night I found my dressing gown ripped to shreds, presumably by tiny elf hands, and a note on parchment that said 'un god turn deserved two' with a number of exclamation points that I can't be bothered to reproduce here. There was also a drawing of a house-elf, if you needed further proof. As soon as N.E.W.T.s are over I intend to have my revenge upon the elves. Since I do know where the kitchens are and I'll be leaving anyway, it's clear that my opportunity has at last arrived. I showed the note to Pansy, and she was quite sympathetic, unlike some of my former friends have been in regards to the terrorist house-elves.
The castle looks like a disaster. Our dormitory has a set of robes hanging from a torch and they certainly aren't mine, yet no one else sees fit to claim them. I've lost one of my shoes in the mess, and have I received an apology? No, as a matter of fact, I haven't. Instead, I received a lecture about how I haven't picked up after myself in seven years. In fact, Crabbe informed me that I deserved to have my dressing gown cut to ribbons because I left it on the floor. I'll have them know that my trunk is in impeccable order. I organised it nearly a fortnight ago and since most of my belongings have left it since then, it's still in top condition. The common room has an upturned chair and no one is bothering to turn it over. Is it really that much effort? Next thing you know a group of Hufflepuffs will rebel and tip over the house points counters.
I feel like I haven't spoken all day, which is likely due to the fact that I haven't. Everyone takes their N.E.W.T.s so quietly. Macmillan snapped at me today when I asked him why his handwriting was so large during the Astronomy portion. I could hardly help noticing. He continued bothering me, as though I haven't the right to hum during an examination, and he then demanded to know why I'd left him inadequate space on the table. It's not my fault he takes up so much of it. Midgen also seemed to think I shouldn't have brought food and beverages to the examinations. They're long. I was thirsty. Her parchment kept getting in the way of my glass, and I suppose she felt guilty for it and took it out on me. She also said that my clock was bothering her. Clearly it was making her feel inadequate, as she must have noticed that she finished a whole forty two minutes after I did.
The Hufflepuffs get stranger and stranger as the term draws to a close. I always knew this was coming. We've to take the practical examination in Astronomy this evening, and I do hope we're not going to share telescopes alphabetically as one more moment with Macmillan will likely cause me to remove all of the colour from his person. Perhaps I could just invert them so the whites of his eyes would be black. I wonder if he'd have a mental breakdown.
Now I've to go fetch my wand and have dinner with Pansy. Perhaps we can go for a stroll to avoid dining with unsavoury characters whose names rhyme with Pillicent.