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Splendid. All the adults are going off to the Ministry function this evening, and I'm left here. Alone. To babysit. It's not that I would wish to attend - I have never been fond of large groups, particularly of humans.
Current Mood: apathetic
Private - Warded to all|
It greatly disturbs me that the most intelligent conversation that I have had in the last year was with a Death Eater. Or Bellatrix, as she asked me to call her. She was clearly extremely intelligent, and markedly persuasive and articulate.
I must remember that Wickedness must always be more attractive than Virtue, or who would not choose to do right?
What she does not (I believe) realize is that I have seen the hazards of the kind of isolated society that she wishes to create - indeed, centaurs are a model of a community with little interaction with other cultures. It has not, in my opinion, been good for us.
Though, with all the inanities I must endure at this castle, I am almost ready to aid their unwholesome cause if it would get me out of here.
Current Mood: contemplative
Warded against officious persons|
I will say this once, and I will say it very clearly.
I am a centaur. We are quite possibly one of the most lusty species known to man.
Perhaps if you undisciplined beings paid attention in your History classes, you would know that. Some of us control it, some do not.
I recently mentioned an attraction that I had for Miss Clark. Many of you assumed some sort of nonsensical romantic entanglement.
The next person who harasses Miss Clark on this subject should be extraordinarily careful the next time I am out for archery practice.
That is all.
Current Mood: angry
Troubled by, among other things, my confinement, I leave the castle as soon as classes are finished for the day. I find myself wandering towards the forest, but veer away. My banishment is still in effect. Saddened by that knowledge, I find a tree, and draw my bow, and an arrow from my quiver. As I draw the bow, it cuts into my fingers slightly - I have become too soft, living indoors for so long. With a satisfying twang, I let the first arrow loose. It flies straight and true towards the tree, but lands just a hair off-center. Frustrated with my deteriorating skills, I draw another arrow, and try again. Despite being separated from the herd, I will not allow myself to become less than a centaur.
Current Mood: determined
Warded against all officious beings who might wish to interfere in my sex life|
Humans are so odd.
They mate and procreate constantly, if their numbers are to be believed, yet any mention of sexuality shocks so many of them witless.
It has occurred to me that, given these strange conventions, I may have said more than could be wished in my last journal entry, and yet there was nothing, to my mind, that could offend.
Then again, my race is historically known for carrying women off and raping them, which is not perhaps a custom to which I would care to adhere either (that leads to poisoned arrows being sunk into your flesh, as my conversation with Miss Brocklehurst reminded me).
Somewhere, there is a line between frankness and hypocrisy, morality and self-denial.
I believe tomorrow I will go practice with my bow and arrow - I have been idle too long, and physical exercise often serves to clear the mind.
Current Mood: confused
Warded against Albus Dumbledore|
Hmm...it appears that the headmaster has finally woken up from his rather lengthy nap. Hopefully he will not notice that I have taken to tantalizing the female students with my gorgeous centaur anatomy. I am a trifle concerned about that anyway. Having not heard from my lovely Polly in several days, I fear my wild lusts may have frightened her away. Is there no man or woman in this castle with courage enough to love a centaur?
Now that classes are concluded for the day, I am left with leisure to think - too much so perhaps, since all that keeps running through my mind is last night's encounter with Polly. She was warm, and willing, and I told her to take some time to think about it. Perhaps too much time among the humans has softened me - surely no proper centaur would ever behave so foolishly.
I leave the castle as quietly as possible - these stone floors are murder on the hooves - and it is pleasurable to simply feel the true earth beneath my hooves once more. I wander the grounds aimlessly, when my eyes light on a white rosebush.
Soon, I am plucking its full and half-blown blossoms, and binding them into a small bunch. They look pure, yet seductive, just like her. Entering the castle, I corner a first-year Hufflepuff, and order her to take them to Polly's dormitory for me. I cannot help hoping that she will know, even without being told, that they are from me.
A lifting of the gloom...|
Things seem to be looking up for me.
Finally some of the girls in this castle are beginning to understand that centaurs prefer subtlety to blatant attacks. I am beginning to realize how rewarding teaching can be, and my time at Hogwarts is beginning to seem less like a punishment. Also, I believe that Aragog is going to eat a portion of my former herd.
A Notice to Certain 5th and 6th Year Girls (You Know Who You Are)|
I swear by Arcturus, the next one of you who sneaks up behind me and tries to pull up my tail to see what's underneath will force me to
sink my arrows into your nubile teenaged flesh and watch you expire on my classroom floor remove twenty points from your house.
That is all.
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