Malfoy

I have been at that club every night this week. I didn't realize what a pain in the arse having a staff can be. It makes me want to just fire the lot of them and bring in a bunch of house elves. They are much easier to deal with and don't bloody argue. They aren't getting paid enough with my generous payroll, plus their tips. You have to be fucking joking.

Tomorrow is my birthday. - I will be having a celebration at the club and everyone is invited. If you can't make it, at least send a bloody gift.

Draco is back!

I know you all missed me but I have fully recovered from whatever the hell I had. I did attend the ball as well even though we took it as a quiet evening. I'm very surprised that my picture was not in the paper but I can live with that, all things considered.

The prophet had other interesting bits. My team, the Falcons, lost. It is interesting about possible trades. Roger Davies, maybe? Well, he should have played better. That is a game better forgotten, I would say. Once you are traded as a player the reputation isn't quite the same.

Now for the actual news.

Purgatory is opening on May 15
The party will be on the grandest scale, sparing no expense for the entertainment of all.
I do expect to see everyone there.

Private invitations will be sent to personal friends.

( Private to Victoria )

I feel like shit. Absolute shit. I can't stand moving or loud noises. My head might explode and I'm not even going to talk about my stomach. Mum's old potion doesn't work. I have a million things to do and I can't afford to be fucking sick.

Pansy, what the fuck did you do and why did you drag this shit in my house?

My head is spinning and I am burning up. I can't move. I don't even have the energy or ambition to dress. My stomach can't take the activity, or hold down anything.
Victo -

I was in the Hogs Head, Diagon Alley, The Leaky, and a few more places. Whoever gave this to me will fucking pay.

I can't believe some people have such a limited capacity for thought. That is definitely exhibited over these books. Of course, those same people will all step out of the woodwork to call me an arse, as if I care. The truth is though that the one they choose to follow, their patron saint Potter, just can't step up to play a charity quidditch match for the war orphans. Excuse me, but how did I become the arse suddenly when I support the event fully?

I certainly enjoyed the fact that others see just how it is with Potter instead of following him blindly. I have done that from the start. A scar on your forehead is not any reason to see you as the school messiah. It's about you showed the fact that you don't care, Potter. Your false bleeding heart persona was irritating me.

I know the orphans are probably invited to the game for free, but I will donate the money that those seats will usually cost. It is my way of making a contribution and ensure the orphans have a good time while they enjoy the match.

~ Draco Malfoy ~

( Draco Abraxas Malfoy - A Bit of History )