This day has had as many ups and downs as that ride did.
Up- Pansy. We kissed, we talked, we're an item. She seemed a touch distracted later on, but that was probably because I vanished just as we were finally working it all our. See the second 'down.' But she's wonderful, as I've said before. And she's staying in the other wing. I should... no, I probably shouldn't. Not now anyway. I'm looking forward to that party Annie's father is going to throw.
Up- Seeing Blaise and Annie again. They're like counterweights for one another- Blaise the wild and Annie the mature. Their presence and their banter buoyed me immensely. It's as if most of this summer never happened now. They're the same as ever, when everything else has changed so much- Blaise is still womanizing, pleasantly egotistical, and careless. Annie is still sharp-tongued, practical-minded, and quick to equalize any uneven situation with either a pointed or a meaningful remark. She doesn't give herself enough credit. Also, poor girl, I think she's fallen for Blaise. I had to do some quick talking to keep Blaise from finding out when I asked her about it, though- that was fun as well. I've been feeling as though my wit is waning. Maybe I was wrong, or maybe I'm on the upswing again, but today was much better in that department.
Down- We ran into the Gryffindors. Potter and Weasley wer idiots, as usual. Parvati Patil is a stone bitch. So is that old Chaser of theirs. They think they know so much. They think that just because they're known for courage, they are heros, and we are therefore the villains. Sod that. Bravery such as theirs is idiocy. It wold be far more accurate to say that we are the smart, and they are the stupid. Or, as Father likes to quote, "There is only power, and those too weak to use it."
Actually, I don't quite like that quote. Intelligence is power. A greater power than force or magic, than strength of spell or ruthlessness of technique. Intelligence lies in knowing when to use strength, and when to use finesse. Finesse is far more often the answer.
Come to think of it, I could stand to recall that myself.
Oh well. At least the Mudblood wasn't around.
Down- Adrian Pucey. He interrupted what would have been a sublime moment with Pansy to give me a sodding cryptic warning about what's going on. Acted sisnister and urgent when he first showed up. Frightened me a little, actually- I thought he'd come either to tell me someone dided or that someone had to be killed. I haven't cast that curse yet, and with the doubts I've had, I am not eager to. Even on some useless waste of breath and space, like the Mudblood, or a wrong-headed, spoiled prat like Saint Potter. But all Pucey told me was to keep my head down at school and stand ready to help fill the void, when it came. Bloody useless Pucey. He seemed to think it was awfully important that I know, as if Father wouldn't let me know what the critical Death Eater plans are, if it was crucial that I be able to act on them.
So, that was my day. Got a lot done at Diagon Alley- school supplies and a few new robes. Extra Potions materials as well. I've been eyeing a new broom as well, but that's a touch beyond my alowance, and Father is understandably not feeling indulgent. Other than that, I might like to invest in a second wand- I've been looking at advanced dueling techniques and if I can find a proper off-hand wand (they're exceptionally hard to match), I could finally begin on some more complicated curses and parries strictly for dueling use.
I think I will sleep well tonight, for the first time in a long time, Gryffindors and Pucey notwithstanding. They are but transient annoyances in a quickly improving world.