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xxix

Dear me,

I have finally picked up enough dignity to write about the match.

We were demolished, and not even because of me, entirely. Eighty-twenty to Gryffindor was the score before Potter caught the snitch. I was...

I was super close. Super, super close to winning, but of course–

Anyways. Most of the celebrating from three thirds of the school has died down. Most of my house won't talk to me, and my entire team, and Crabbe and Goyle aren't the best of company to be completely honest.

I've been down ever since then, and Parkinson keeps on attempting to... court me, but I just don't care about any of that.

I just wish I could beat him at something.

The hippogriff of Hagrid's is going to be executed in a few hours, and I've started with those insults a bit, but I can't walk so confidently anymore. Potter, the Mudblood, and the Weasel seem to be moping, that's good enough.

It's the final exam day, and I have had a hell of a day. My only break was Care for Magical Creatures, and it was unbearably uncomfortable with the glares because from Potter and his two pets, but the other Slytherins praised me since the flobberworm test was so easy.

I — secretly, mind you — most enjoyed the DADA exam. Again, let's keep this between us — I really like Professor Lupin. Despite my constant teasing to him, he's a truly great teacher. If he didn't hang with Potter so much, I might've said he was tied with Severus — who bears a strange, strong dislike to him.

But, excitingly, I think he'll last two years! As long as Black is caught, surely he will. I wonder if Potter knows about Black yet... huh.

Anyways, if Professor Lupin is professor next year, I'll actually have something to look up to. His classes were great, and again, let's keep this in these pages.

I'm gonna go relax. Last day of exams is pretty relaxing, besides the fact that a semi-innocent beast is currently being killed on the grounds of my school.

Honorably,
Draco Malfoy