[Currently, Draco's sitting on the porch of house 25, kind of just watching the area around him. He has a piece of paper crumpled up in his fist, and it looks as though it's been crumpled a few different times. If he looks a little peeved, well, it's because he is. To distract himself however, he's going to pick up his journal and open it, looking to see if anybody will take the bait.]

All right. Hypothetically speaking, of course, let's say you were angry with someone over something that was entirely their fault. What would be the best form of revenge?

[To be fair, he's overreacting, but hey. You can't spell drama without Draco Malfoy. Plus he's a bit bored anyway.]

...at least the weather's more of an accurate representation of home. ...Merlin, is this really what I've been resorted to? Commenting on the weather? I'm a Malfoy. Malfoys should have something more interesting to talk about than the bloody weather! Ah. I suppose I could comment on my incredibly loud neighbors. I almost miss the dungeons...almost.

[And then there's a sigh, followed by a murmur that may or may not be recorded.] Damn. I've been spending far too much time with these people. Granted, I could leave if I wanted. I could leave anytime I wanted. Bugger, if Tsuzuki's right and I end up in such a situation, I'm honestly going to just dunk my head in the lake.