Last day of the school term. Surprisingly, I'm not as ecstatic as I would have been in the past. So, my childhood's draining away from me, is it? I got a fucking B4 for Maths. 72.4% was my overall percentage. That bad, I suppose. A bloody 72.4%. Forgive me. I don't usually swear that much; I just feel way too vulgar today.
I've developed a surprising, seemingly absurd affection for two Slytherins: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Who wouldn't? Admittedly I'd prefer Zabini, though. I'll take brun over jaune anytime. Both are French words, by the way, so don't complain that you can't find these in the English dictionary. I highly doubt it. Writing humour is hell, you know. Maybe I'm trying too hard.
Joan of Arc rules. Three cheers for (Thomas) Edison!
