Murderous

So apparently my parents have completely lost it. They think they can force me into getting married? I'd like to see that, really. I mean, it's not that I'm opposed to marrying an acceptable, tolerable pureblood at some point. But if they think they're making that choice for me, well they've got another thing coming. And before you all think I'm a ridiculous sap who thinks I'm going to fall in love someday, don't be idiots. Love is a delusion and leads to nothing but weakness and clouded judgment. If I'm seeking anything in a potential husband, it would be that he doesn't drive me to homicide.

Or that if he does, at least he's willing to partake in said homicide. Obviously, my hand in marriage is not for the squeamish.

Oh dear, who could have done such a thing? The report in the Prophet is absolutely awful! I can't believe that human beings could be so horribly cruel, especially to a man of God. Such cruelty and senselessness is truly beyond my comprehension. I just don't understand it. I should go and hug my mother and father in case they are taken next in such a brutal manner. I think I should cancel my subscription, really. The uncontrollable sobbing is taking a toll on my health.

I believe I've avoided these ridiculous journals for a reason. So full of absolute drivel. But dear Mr. Sirius Black, in regards to your former blathering about buying a motorbike, perhaps you should. I can think of nothing better for your head than for it to splatter across the pavement. That would be a scene I'd love to watch.

And despite this lovely distraction, I'm bored as usual. That must change.