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Remember when we first met, Draco? It was at the St. Mungo's Gala when we were both eight. Well, I think I was eight, and you were still seven. It was the year they had the special children's party, with the bouncy quidditch pitch and twenty-four flavours of fizzy squash. And you demanded that the elf serving the squash allow you to try all twenty-four flavours in the same glass at once. Oh, what a sour face you made, when you tasted it!

And even though I was eight, I thought to myself "oh, he's got such a sour face! I would love to be able to see what it took to make that sour-faced boy smile!" And I've been trying ever since. Hasn't most everyone?

I wish you would talk to me. I'm part of the group now, and you still haven't said anything to me. Even if you want to say something sour, that would be better than nothing, you know.

I'm so very glad that you are alive.

Sally Anne's just told me...

Draco is dead. He tried to escape and that awful man murdered him.

He's dead and it shouldn't have been like this. Not Draco. He was going to be head boy, he was going to serve the Protectorate. He was the best at everything, almost always, and now he's gone.

Sally Anne didn't want me to find out from the papers. I didn't want you to find out that way, either.

Blaise, I don't know. I can't feel anything.

I'm afraid of what it will feel like when I do.

Most of the decorations for Draco's birthday party are still hanging up in the common room.

I can't think of anyone else to ask for help in taking them down, and I'd prefer not to do it alone.

~~Everyone's staring at me~~

Have either of you seen Draco?

I was returning from lunch and I saw Teddy on the stairs. He was giving me one of his smiles...you know, the gloating kind. I asked him if he had something to say, and he told me that I was in for a big surprise. That we're all in for a big surprise. "Wait til you learn the truth about Draco," he said.

Well, I just ignored him and went on my way, of course.

Only now I can't find Draco. He wasn't at breakfast or lunch, either, but I thought he might've just imbibed a bit too much punch last night.

It's you two that Draco's closest to. Do you have any idea what's going on? What's Teddy going on about? It's just nonsense, surely. Isn't it?

As all the birthday wishes for Draco roll across the journals, I wanted to remind everyone that Draco's birthday party will be tomorrow night and not tonight, so that we can all enjoy it with exams well and truly behind us!

The party is open to those in fifth year and above, and will be held in the Slytherin common room starting at 8 o'clock. Naturally, all regular school rules are still in effect, even when celebrating.

Now, that being said, many happy returns to you, Draco, on becoming of age! I'm sure all of those reading will agree with me that many wonderful things are in store for you as you transition to this new stage of your life, and I am so very pleased that I can be the one to accompany you down that path.

Ugh, the list of people that Teddy makes himself a menace to truly never ends, does it? He pulled me aside for a talk both last night and then again this morning, asking about what our summer plans were, and all sorts of other invasive things. And by "our" he meant you and me. I told him I didn't know that we had any specific plans as of yet, and he feigned mock surprise (honestly, he's not half the actor he thinks he is... unless he wanted me to pick up on his feigned surprise, in which case I suppose he actually is a better actor than I give him credit for. It's so hard to tell, really). "But surely a couple of your standing has plans of some kind," he asked, then went on about how it was so interesting that we haven't been caught doing anything scandalous like Hydra and Justin were, and maybe we were just especially good at not getting caught, since we're both prefects.

Oh, and then he had the nerve to suggest that if I ever wanted to date the only other eligible male in our house and year, he'd be willing to consider it. The fact that he sees himself as eligible nearly made me laugh in his face. Only one never knows how he'll react, do they? So I said I had no plans to date anyone but you for the time being, and he gave me a sort of strange, knowing grin.

I don't know what he's up to but I can't help but think he was trying to indicate that he knows our relationship is, well, a little staged. I have no idea how he knows this, or, more importantly, why he even cares. It's very peculiar, though, and leaves me uneasy. Not that I gave him any sign that I was unnerved. But I thought you should know. And, well, do you think we should do anything about it?

So did you bin her gift into the fire or do the decent thing and open it? Or at least put it aside until you're feeling less raw about the whole thing.

But you didn't really think you'd end up with Padma in the long haul, did you? Her parents would never allow it, and whatever excitement you got out of quarreling together would have eventually gone sour.

And I hope you're still not holding Draco responsible. You know as well as I do how mortified he was by that entire display.

Anyway, as far as birthdays go, I'm sure you've had better. But you are of age now, so at least there's that.

I left everything at the foot of her bed this morning, just as you asked! And then I had to leave straight away - I wasn't sure I would be able to keep a straight face when she woke up and saw it all.

Really, Draco...earrings? And emerald, at that! They're far more rare and precious than diamonds, you know. When are you going to finally up and ask her to be your girlfriend?

Greetings to you both,

First things first: Weasley, I'm not worried at all that you and Finnigan will cross wands during this activity. I know that I, for one, am sure that you have no intention of being an instigator, and I think Draco is counting on family connections between the Malfoys and the Rosiers to keep Finnigan on his best behaviour. In fact, I think we shall all have a terribly grand time - especially when we WIN!

As for recruitment plans, I suspect that Harry's team is planning to go for Krum, Lovegood, Zimmerman, and Goshal, and possibly Longbottom and Lovegood's Yule Ball date, JP.

Padma's team will, I think, have Teddy, and most likely Corey, Sandoval, and Durand. Possibly Thompson or that other thirdie, Rhys-Meyers, too.

I've also been hearing that everyone wants Hydra, but they're all more or less letting us have her. That's kind of them! It also means we could try to get F-F, and an English-speaking Beauxbaton's person would be a huge bonus. You've become mates with him, too, haven't you Weasley? Finnigan's friend Evgeni is a good Durmstrang possibility.

My own personal suggestion is that we do whatever we can to go for Goyle. Believe me, I know what you're probably thinking, but we won't regret it!

What suggestions do you two have?

Remember that just because the other teams are planning to go for the people above doesn't mean WE can't try to get them, too.

I'm ever so excited for this, aren't you?

Confusion, now hath made your masterpiece.

I mean to say, what a long and tumultuous night, full of both wild celebration and quiet mourning. As exciting as it is to grow up, every now and then there's a moment of sadness, a realisation that even as you gain exciting new knowledge and experience, you lose something, too. However, I'm not one to dwell on lost innocence for long - knowledge and experience are far too valuable in their own right, and only with them is innocence really seen for what it is: ignorance.

Some of us began with charades in the common room, but then it soon grew far too crowded and noisy so different groups split off. I was in the music alcove with Antigone and Elsie and a load of others, dancing to Tintagel and Starstruck. The fairy-lights were charmed to flash with the beat of the music, and some of the boys were pulling crackers so that we all had streamers and confetti in our hair. Eventually, Antigone, Elsie and I went deeper into the dungeons to cool off. We had masses of ~~champagne~~ chocs (Draco, you know the kind!), and we were sat in a little nook under the staircase, hugging ~~and crying for some reason~~ and talking. Then Elsie fetched some parchment and we decided to make lists of what we accomplished in 1994, and a list of what we hoped to accomplish in 1995.

I'll share some of it here, but it's been heavily edited. I don't want to present all my accomplishments and hopes to the whole of the school, after all.

1994 - DONE

Made the "Best Dressed" lists in various magazines.
Started regular correspondence with Athena Belby.
Kept Astoria in line.
Maintained old and dear friendships.
Turned 15.
Endured the (mis-reported) death of ~~a loved one~~ someone I admire.
Did not gain weight.
Improved physical fitness.
Provided moral support for others in times of need.
Made meaningful contributions to YPL.
Performed admirably in CCF.
Improved marks in Transfiguration and Charms.
Dated an older man.
~~BWP w/Barney~~
Assisted in the redecoration of the Slytherin common room.
Finally received a compliment on vocal resonation from Mrs Gibbons.
Made it socially acceptable for girls to ask boys to the Yule Ball.
Put in a striking and memorable performance for the school play.
Remained best dancer at Hogwarts.

1995 - TO DO
~~Break it off with Barney~~
~~Find out who my Father is~~
Solve the mystery of myself.
~~LV w/???~~
~~Bump into A.C. at summer symphony~~
Convince Mother that a Gerard Joosh original is worth the galleons.
Expand vocal range and balance vibrato.
Improve marks in Potions.
Prove a suitable candidate for prefect or YPL counselor.
Maintain weight.
Improve physical fitness - upper body strength.
Improve dueling/sparring techniques.
Write poetry.
~~Stop reading trashy romance novels.~~
Read books of philosophical and political import.

That's as far as I got before Barney called me back for the countdown to 1995 and our midnight kiss. ~~I wish~~

Looking back, I see that some of my accomplishments might appear quite frivolous. Appearances can be deceiving, though - sometimes, something frivolous can be quite transforming. And I don't believe there's any accomplishment too small that it's not worth celebrating.

So what did you accomplish in 1994? And what do you hope to succeed in now that it's 1995?

Happy New Year, all.

I do so appreciate the concern that has come my way today, but I think I should assure you all that everything is back to normal between Millie and myself. What took place was a simple misunderstanding, and we've both apologised to one another and made up completely (and her face is as good as new, as I'm sure you all observed!). I've even decided to make it up to Millie by sending her robes to the head dressmaker at Gladrags, who has promised that she will have them expertly re-fitted by the time we go to Hogsmeade tomorrow.

Also, I would like to publicly thank Professors Lestrange and Sinistra for our meeting after supper; I'm terribly sorry for the misunderstanding, and for... doing such a poor job of rearranging your books, Professor Raz. I hope that if there's anything future you require from me, you won't hesitate to ask. Oh, and I promise I shant create such a disruption during dueling practise again, on my honour!

Well, with that said, let's return to more pressing subjects, I think!

I must say that there are many people who seem to have benefited from Draco Malfoy's list of individuals without dates for the Ball. Listening to talk around the castle, it now seems as if almost everyone has found someone or other to escort them. Well done, Draco! Just think, there may be future couples who will one day have you to thank for bringing them together.

Hogsmeade is sure to be a madhouse tomorrow, what with last-minute shopping for the Ball piled on top of Christmas shopping. Still, I'm thoroughly looking forward to it! Barney, do you mind if we meet in the common room instead of the Great Hall? I want to change my shoes before we walk to the village.

Did anyone else see Mrs Lestrange arrive at supper? She's so impressively tall, isn't she? I love her style of robes, too. I wonder who designs them? They're very crisp and severe, but nonetheless eye-catching. I think I would like to try a look like that in a few years. I imagine she was here to look into the attack on Professor Carrow, since it looked as if she was heading straight in the direction of the hospital wing. I've heard people saying that a few of the older students might have been behind the attack, but it's hard to imagine that someone as important as Mrs Lestrange would be brought in if it were just students. At any rate I am relieved that the incident seemed to happen far away from the castle, on the edges of the Forbidden Forest. I always knew that there had to be a good reason that the Forest was Forbidden.

Mother wrote to both me and Astoria and says she has some tremendous news to pass along once we've come home. I'm quite literally on the edge of my seat (really! Come see me if you don't believe...) wondering what it would be. But then that might be because I'm simply excited to return to Belgravia for the holidays. Mother has all sorts of New London excitements lined up for us girls, including a trip to the new beauty salon in Mayfair. My hair's in sore need of some pruning, so I particularly can't wait for that. Millie, Mother said you could come along, if your parents will allow it! I know you don't believe me, but I still think you would look especially nice with a bit of a fringe.

Who all is attending the Malfoy Christmas party? I know that Draco had planned on inviting everyone in our year last time, but from what I heard that doesn't seem to be the case this year. Blaise, I know you're going... who else? Astoria's thrilled because she'll finally be allowed to attend this year (as Mother and Father's guest, of course, since she doesn't really know Draco), and she's already pestering me about what robes to choose and what all. Queenie's probably beside herself because she'll have to stay home alone with Miss Jessup while we're all out celebrating. I can't say I envy her that. Miss Jessup is a nice woman, but she has a Christmas fixation on gingerbread people (not houses, just people!) that's downright unhealthy. I remember one Christmas, many years ago, Mother and Father were out at an event and Miss Jessup had us decorating gingerbread people until nearly sun-up, and she was weeping into the lace sleeve of her robe because her gingerbread replication of the Lord Protector wasn't quite as symmetrical as it ought to have been. I never told her that Father ate her lopsided Gingerbread Lord at breakfast the next morning. Dunked it into his tea, no less! Poor, dear Miss Jessup.

I love times like this in the common room, when we're all meant to be revising but are really just listening to music and chattering about instead. I think I'll make some tea and get comfortable. My eyes are too bleary to read anymore!

Current Mood: excited

Yesterday was positively the most tremendous birthday I've had yet! I remember being so excited for thirteen, how it sounded so grown up, but fourteen just sounds ages beyond that for some reason. Mother must've known, for the party hamper she sent was filled with things suited to a more mature gathering. The fairy lights are still going in the common room, and I do so hope we can keep them up until they flit out. They add such a lovely cheer to the place. I have just gone and cleared the streamers off that high-backed chair near the fire. As much as I would like to have a throne at all times, if I don't remove the streamers now some brute shall happen along and tear them off, not even thinking to ask if I had plans to save them.

Now, I do so hope that everyone invited had a lovely time. Blaise, the doves were such a clever touch. I was admiring them all evening, and then, when you suggested we take the cage up to the castle parapets I thought we were simply going to free them, I didn't at all expect them to transform into a shower of brilliant, sparkling stars! It was so beautiful. And romantic! Draco, your guitar solo was really so impressive; I had no idea that you'd come so far. And that song you're trying to write? "Hey, Hey Merlin?" It's so catchy! Milli and I have had it stuck in our heads all morning.

Belinda, your trick with the diva's delight had me in absolute stitches! I used to love those sweets more than any other, but my voice tutor has restricted me from them until further notice. He says that if I rely on them too much they'll make my real voice lazy, and I shall never progress and be able to sing a true aria. Anyway, I've just found more diva's delights in a dish on a pouf, do let me know if you would like any extra. Oh, and someone's hidden their tea cup under the pouf, too! Maybe they didn't like the reading in their tea leaves?

That reminds me...some of you may have noticed the beautiful bouquet of snowdrops that my parents sent me; they're a breed that Mother has especially cultivated so that they will bring about a happy, restful sleep if the flowers are placed near a bed. She and her society ladies often deliver them to the patients at St. Mungos, you see. Well, I had all of them in a vase by my bed when I went to sleep last night, and I scarcely wanted to wake up this morning! Sleep was like a delicious, feathery blanket I wanted to wear forever. So, for all of you who were kind enough to attend my party, if you would like one of the flowers to put on your bed-side table so that you too may experience their magic, please let me know. I think I have far too many for one healthy person to have. The snowdrop should stay alive for two weeks or so, but thereafter you can dry it out and keep it under your pillow. It will still work, thought not as strongly.

Teddy, I must say that your coll

Oh!

OH.

I've just found the cake. I had left it neatly wrapped up on a little pedestal table so that Astoria and I could send the last slice to Queenie. But SOMEONE HAS GONE AND EATEN IT! Not just eaten, the plate has been laved clean so that nothing but grotesque streaks of spittle have been left behind. Ugh! WHO WOULD DO SUCH A HORRID THING? You've just deprived a very small girl of a slice of cake from her own sisters. I hope your stomach becomes so upset that you vom up for DAYS! I bet you're the same beast who grew that odd, glowy fungus in the girl's toilet, too. Now I have to go write to Queenie and tell her that I couldn't save her a slice of cake because one singular person in my house is horrid. At least I hope that it's singular person. Surely Slytherin would never bring together multiple cake thieves!

MONDAY
9:00 - 11:00 -- Defense Against The Dark Arts w/Ravenclaw
11:00 - 12:00 -- Transfiguration
12:00 - 13:00 -- Lunch
13:00 - 14:00 -- Study Hall
14:00 - 15:00 -- Astronomy (lecture)
15:00 - 16:00 -- Study Hall
Night -- Astronomy (practical)

TUESDAY
9:00 - 11:00 -- Study Hall
11:00 - 12:00 -- Charms
12:00 - 13:00 -- Lunch
13:00 - 14:00 -- History of Magic
14:00 - 16:00 -- Study Hall

WEDNESDAY
9:00 - 11:00 -- Potions w/Hufflepuff
11:00 - 12:00 -- Study Hall
12:00 - 13:00 -- Lunch
13:00 - 15:00 -- Herbology w/Hufflepuff
15:00 - 16:00 -- Study Hall

THURSDAY
9:00 - 10:00 -- Transfiguration
10:00 - 12:00 -- Study Hall
12:00 - 13:00 -- Lunch
13:00 - 16:00 -- Study Hall

FRIDAY
9:00 - 10:00 -- Charms
10:00 - 11:00 -- Muggle Studies
11:00 - 12:00 -- Study Hall
12:00 - 13:00 -- Lunch
13:00 - 15:00 -- Study Hall

Other: flying II, music lessons, dance lessons, dueling primer (try to find someone in dueling club already?)

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It’s good to be back at Hogwarts.

Padma’s right, Diagon Alley is wiz-nift! Mother took me to Malkin’s since I’ve grown, and to get a new satchel. We stopped in at Ollivander’s to show off my wand, and he said he liked it very much. No new cauldron, though, so I’ll have to make do with this.

Papa also sent me off with sweets. If anyone would like some, I left a bowl in the common room. You’re welcome!

I made sure to tell Malfoy and Marvolo they could have some if they wanted any, after the wonky night they had. Malfoy almost went spare when he found out Marvolo wasn’t on the train. There was a problem getting past the platform, and Weasley said he thought it was hexed. So Weasley nicked his father’s charmed car and flew it to Hogwarts. They crashed into the Whomping Willow, missing sorting and everything. (Congratulations again to Hydra!) I’m not sure they even had supper.

I’m just glad everyone’s all right. Weasley’s helping take care of the poor willow.

Schedules are out, and Slytherin is nearly done with its Loyalty Oaths. Marvolo and I were talking about it when he signed. It must be queer to sign something swearing to your father, but he is the Lord Protector. He was kind of shirty with me, but I might be too after the day he had. It's already forgiven.

Now, it's time to feed Omen. She looks hungry . . .