Women. Where do I spit?
Ah, but for all their uselessness and incessent trivialities, they can be so very amusing:
So very innocent and naive... and yet drawn to the darkness. The worthless whelp is actually turned on by pain and (presumably) anything that goes against her dear Christian ways. Oh, I will enjoy corrupting this one.
A whore. And one intent on seducing Draco. Too bad, with the moves I've seen, she couldn't seduce a three-year old child. Though, she's entertaining in the least. I suppose she'll do if I every need... a snog -- though she's certainly on the bottom of my list.
Fiery one... but a bit daft. She really might want to consider wearing the yellow and black of those ingrateful Hufflepuffs. Very easily aggravated, excited, and annoyed. She seems to have a little... issue with Slytherins, as well. And lacks some self-confidence. Easily disturbed. And even easlier snogged -- the little tramp.
Oh, there are others -- but they hardly warrent placement in these sacred pages. Only the most prospective choices for my harem, naturally. Mmmm. It would be rather interesting to see them all in chains, naked, worshipping me... Especially Daphne -- oh, I'd love making her where a collar.
Of course, women are only second in importance to me. Second in importance to... Lord Voldemort.
Some, like Miss Parkinson, do seem to quail under the pain of the Mark -- I wonder if Miss Parkinson finds the Mark to be more of a... curse. Though, in my personal -- and very righteous -- opinion, the Mark is simply a gentle, and oh-so comfortable, reminder. Admittedly, avoiding one Harry Potter could be best. It seems to flare up it the presence of that... cur.
On that note: Miss Hermione Granger. What an interesting girl. Rumor among the Slytherins is the Head Girl is whoring herself to Severus. Of course, these rumors are courtesy of Miss Parkinson. And we all know how bitter that one is about her... failure to compete against the brilliance of Gryffindor's Granger. Even so... I wonder just how many good, sweet, innocent girls these days... are so attracted to the pull of darkness. In Granger's case, she is ever-so stubborn and self-righteous. She follows Harry Potter around like a little dog, begging for attention. ((Sidebar: I do believe, if I am correct, Granger may want more than just attention for said Harry Potter.)) Just the other day, I saw Hermione in the library -- working away fervently on some essay or another. She's studious, honorable, and noble (in her own annoying way). And yet... could one such as she really be on her knees for the Potions Master?
It's an interesting situation -- one that, like most little kinks in the system of Hogwarts, I shall keep my eye on.
[Private: Hogwarts Students]
Yule Ball. How absolutely pathetic, don't you agree? A chance for the rubble of Hogwarts, including those worthless peons whose parents were nothing but non-magical trash, to cavort around with those more noble -- in dress robes and gowns. Don't get me wrong, dear mortals, I could easily fetch a little whore to attend said ball with me. But why would I waste my time? It's terribly cliche.
Wishing you all a horrible Christmas Eve...
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