Thought you might be interested to know that detention tonight involved quills that cut into our skin to use our own blood as ink. I now have a scar that reads "Magic is might." You can only really see it up close but it looks atrocious. Additionally, cutting into your own skin a hundred times rather seems like torture to me. Surely there's some sort of prohibition on that. For the record, I'm currently using a Dictaquill because it's still painful.
If you're getting your priorities out of order and wondering why I was in detention, it was because I told Professor Carrow (female) that I didn't care that I failed the assignment for her stupid class. And I really don't care. Mother said to prioritise my other courses and this one wasn't important, and for once she's right. This is a ridiculous waste of time and transparent propaganda and I'm not going to work to do well in it because one day, having succeeded in Alecto Carrow's Muggle Studies course will probably be perceived as a blight rather than a gold star on your record.
I'm in a miserable mood. Quidditch trials went all right if you're interested but I haven't had much time to think about it on account of the whole sick and demented detention business.