{filtered: Regulus Black}

Are you awake?

I think perhaps waiting for torture to come upon me is the torture itself. I've been peeking around corners and looking over my shoulder all day. Merlin's beard, they were only sweets. Granted I helped myself to most of the stash but my father can send me imported chocolates from anywhere in Europe and beyond, if it's payment you seek, Regulus. There's no need to be so gutted.

Arithmancy, I give you up. You are nothing but a source of constant consternation and woe. I will get wrinkles at twenty, at this rate. {I am currently ignoring the fact that I cannot in fact leave this subject behind at this point in the year. Not to mention the howler I would suffer in doing so. Leave me to dream, if only for a moment.}

As for owls, I don't suppose anyone will own up to the pair of knickers I received after supper? I have my suspicions, but then pink is a popular colour with the ladies.

The month isn't even over yet and I've already had it. Honestly, everyone's such a bore. All my house does is sit in the common room pretending to revise when really they're just having a pissing contest over who goes to fetch another cloak or cast a warming charm first. The dungeons are ridiculous this year. Why aren't there any house elves around to do house things, such as kindle a fire, say? I'm sure they're looking over the other houses first. And while we're used to being disfavoured, surely we shouldn't be expected to live in subhuman conditions? After all, the majority shouldn't suffer for the obstinacy adventurousness of the few.

I don't feel like doing any work. Or reading any more confessions of unparalleled devotion owls. I suppose I should say hello to father as he hasn't heard from me in a while, but the fires in our dorm hearths aren't sufficient to carry conversation, I think. That leaves me to bother Regulus. Excellent.