The Mudblood Queen

A Swift Kick To The Balls

// A picture of Iohmra Yosh //

Okay deep breaths.

Come on Iohmra Get yourself together.

It's just Sylvia, she's your angel, she'll understand,

Hopefully.

Well today's the day.

I'm finally going to tell Sylvia everything that has happened for the past few days.

It's been a week since that Cheering Charm incident took place. And I've been sneaking out past midnight to meet Malfoy everyday for the past week.

Well what can I say, I really like Malfoy, as a friend, sure he's a git but somehow he manages to be tolerable, again,  JUST tolerable, during our midnight rendezvous.

Now on the other hand, I feel guilty, a little too guilty, to even sleep soundly. Because, Sylvia doesn't know anything yet. I've kept her in the dark for way too long, and I'm ashamed.

So I'm going to have to break it to her today, by ALL means.

now what makes this nerve wracking, is the fact that, Sylvia's opinion matters, it matters as much as mine does. That's how close we are.

If Sylvia says no, that its not healthy or it's wrong, I'm going to have to stop meeting Malfoy, because Sylvia is obviously a bigger, WAY bigger priority than Malfoy.

I mean sisters before misters.

(even though I prefer the more vulgar version of it: chicks before dicks)

and honestly if Sylvia thinks Malfoy isn't the right kind of friendship I should harbour, then I'm going to have to put a fullstop right there.

Obviously I will reason with her, try and convince her that Malfoy isn't that bad after all. But if she's adamant about it then I'm going to have to go with Sylvia, cause honestly, your girlfriends, really do know the best for you SOMETIMES.

So I guess fingers crossed. That's all I can say.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and I finally had enough time to sit down and have a long rational chat with Sylvia about Malfoy and everything that has happened.

The school had been on its tippy toes, busy readying the castle for the arrival of the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I on the other hand was busy trying to keep my sanity intact, as one does, per usual.

The MgM meetings took place once every two weeks, instead of once every week, because I guess people have other things to attend to in life. And aren't as jobless as me.

But we kept a check on every member, to steer them away from Muggle-Born trouble.

The first years still used their moonstones when they were being bullied, and the person at closest proximity, was expected to make sure nothing major goes down.

I had the privilege of giving Millicent Blustrode a moustache On one such encounter.

Ended with a detention but was totally worth it.

The football matches I told you guys about couldn't take place at all, the rains made sure of that.

It's been raining nonstop and I needed, NEEDED the whiff of autumn air, the golden leaves and the spicy winds to start up already, and break this never ending cycle of cold rains and soggy muddy grounds.

So I guess that clears up everything that has happened in the past few weeks.

Now.

Back to Sylvia and me. I had finally got enough time to sit her down and explain everything, I took a deep breath and flopped my self on her bed next to her, where she was busy reading a book.