Mother and I are returning to the Manor tomorrow, as the term is ending and no one has any burning desire to linger around Hogwarts. Today I've got to write a letter to Millicent's mother to ask if Millicent can stay at the Manor for the summer. I've not asked Millicent, but I can't imagine she'd rather do anything else. She's still asleep, or else she hasn't come up to the common room.
Nott's packed my trunk for me, as I haven't bothered to do it myself. Everything's in the wrong order and I can't change my shoes because I don't know where he put them.
I've been looking through old photographs of Millicent's, since Pansy's parents have taken her and put her in the ground to rot. I spoke with Pansy's mother at length on Saturday. She agreed that Pansy ought to have gone into the Ministry for law, which I suppose I ought to have considered nice, but I hardly feel that too little too late is touching. Perhaps the fact that she put Pansy in a nice box of wood should be a consolation. Oddly, I don't find it to be one. Do you realise that we might as well bury people directly in the dirt? It's not as though coffins keep the bugs and worms out. I've been looking through these old photographs and for some reason, I keep thinking about the fact that Pansy's body is rotting and being eaten.
For the fourteen separate people who whispered to others while I was standing there, as though they wanted me to think that they weren't doing it intentionally, no, as a matter of fact, I am not a Death Eater. No, actually, I didn't leave dinner early to murder Pansy. And no, in case you were still wondering, I didn't know what was going on in advance. Thank you for your consideration. It means quite a bit that someone would blame me for Pansy's death, especially considering the fact that I was, in fact, the only one there who could have done something about it. I didn't even have my wand. I don't intend to discuss my father with any of you, and I swear to god that I will hit the next random person who tries to OFFER ME CONSOLATIONS ABOUT THE FACT THAT MY FATHER IS DEAD AND YOU'RE HAPPY ABOUT IT, YOU FUCKING MORONS.
If we've never spoken before, it's because I dislike you. Don't bother trying to make me like you now. The only people I'm interested in speaking with are my mother, Millicent, the Slytherins and Potter and Finnigan. Weasley is acceptable, mainly due to the fact that he seems to be frightened of me.
I don't intend to discuss this again.
I still intend to teach my mother to fly this summer. I've to purchase a new broom for her, so it shall wait until she can pick it out. I'm not entirely certain what I'm going to do when I leave Hogwarts, but for the summer I'm going to spend time with my mother and Millicent. I suppose I can put aspirations off until later.