Post by jazzyjess on Oct 19, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -8
Title: The Trouble With Tutoring (vi)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 348
Warnings:
Summary: Draco is being tutored. His life is falling apart. Everything is a party.
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Granger –
Do not make the mistake of assuming I’m not entirely devoted to spending every spare hour of my personal time bent over a table in an outrageously small and boring room, poring endlessly over arithmancy textbooks and transfiguration notes – oh, wait, that isn’t a mistake after all – assume away. I have many appeals on my time aside from your insistence that I waste my free time in your demanding, prissy presence. And for the record, whatever Pansy and I might do in our own personal time is absolutely none of your sodding business.
I will be at the designated meeting place for our designated mutual torture tomorrow afternoon, according to the previously designated schedule.
– DM
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Herein lies a record detailing events having occurred since June 20, 1995.
Journal,
I cannot get this right. I am aggrieved to note that any time the door hinges closed, the backing pops out. My time is growing shorter. I have never been quite so observant of every ticking second the clocks make. Today, I feel positively wretched. As has become the norm, I spent my week in preparation for tomorrow’s questioning, yet as has become the norm, I cannot keep down any food. I will again face Him on an empty stomach. He will look into my soul and see my failure.
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Herein lies a record detailing events having occurred since June 20, 1995.
Journal,
The more time moves forward, the more desperate I become. Despite mastering the spell of laying another spell onto an object – something for which I must creditthe mudbl Granger – the necklace was intercepted. The poisoned wine never did make to its intended target – this I know, as he is still walking. I have repaired the vanishing cabinet to the extent that it will stay closed. I have tested its properties on sparrows but they appear unable to survive the transfer. There is nothing for me to do now but to keep working.
Dumbledore keeps one hand in his pocket. What is he hiding?
Every time a bird dies, so does another fragment of my hope.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 348
Warnings:
Summary: Draco is being tutored. His life is falling apart. Everything is a party.
-
Granger –
Do not make the mistake of assuming I’m not entirely devoted to spending every spare hour of my personal time bent over a table in an outrageously small and boring room, poring endlessly over arithmancy textbooks and transfiguration notes – oh, wait, that isn’t a mistake after all – assume away. I have many appeals on my time aside from your insistence that I waste my free time in your demanding, prissy presence. And for the record, whatever Pansy and I might do in our own personal time is absolutely none of your sodding business.
I will be at the designated meeting place for our designated mutual torture tomorrow afternoon, according to the previously designated schedule.
– DM
–
Herein lies a record detailing events having occurred since June 20, 1995.
Journal,
I cannot get this right. I am aggrieved to note that any time the door hinges closed, the backing pops out. My time is growing shorter. I have never been quite so observant of every ticking second the clocks make. Today, I feel positively wretched. As has become the norm, I spent my week in preparation for tomorrow’s questioning, yet as has become the norm, I cannot keep down any food. I will again face Him on an empty stomach. He will look into my soul and see my failure.
-
Herein lies a record detailing events having occurred since June 20, 1995.
Journal,
The more time moves forward, the more desperate I become. Despite mastering the spell of laying another spell onto an object – something for which I must credit
Dumbledore keeps one hand in his pocket. What is he hiding?
Every time a bird dies, so does another fragment of my hope.