PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I smell your sins.

They are delicious.

Has everyone here gone completely off their bird?!

Really. If you spend your entire life hating someone, whether they're evil or not, d'you really think that you'd want to hop on a bloody broom and start playing Quidditch with them? No. D'you really think that you'd want to hear your little sister talk about how "oh, well, Ron he's not so bad" and act as though there's absolutely nothing wrong with the bloke who was supposedly working with him and went off and pretty much was supposed to up and off Dumbledore? What about all the tormenting he did? All the years of insulting our family and making us look like the scum of the bloody earth?

I am NOT playing Quidditch. Not if he's going to be there. And d'you know what else? If he's living with us, I'm leaving.

Interesting. I have seen a sign in the heavens. A snake and a skull. I wish to meet those who have made such a thing. I have a suspicion it may have to do with Mr. Riddle. A pity he has left, we were just about to have a discussion. But it is my understanding that his disciples are still present. Perhaps an alliance is in order.

I think I've given up on this internet thing too soon. Muggle computers and internets can be very helpful on occasion when you're wondering what sort of sodding evil god brought you back from the dead only to put you next door to the greasy git.

Look! It’s Potter and Weasley as children!

I haven't even been here a whole day yet, and it already feels like my life is ruined. I do not like this! I won't put up with it, I just won't. I have things to do back home and Draco has a son with someone else and the sodding Weasleys and Potters are here and I'm going to go completely nutters.

That being said, any former/current Slytherins around here? There has to be someone I can stand in this place.

I need to get out of this place, I can't take this.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one and that's little Anne,
For she crept under the frying pan.


Watch for it.

All the little children will die.

You wait and see.

All the filthy little children. Only Anne will be allowed to go back to her dollies, for she knows how to behave .

Ha! Ha!