You great twat, you ate all my Fizzing Whizbees.

Oh, look, a Black has bowed to fad and connected himself to strangers and family alike.

That Black, of course, being me.

There are times I deplore being stuck here at school for another year. This is one of those times, although I have to admit that there is a certain attraction to this year in general, it being my last. For one, my derelict miscreant of a brother is not here. For another, I simply find it difficult to believe that this is my last year and what the future will bring seems to hinge on every moment.

Although there are also times I feel as though I am wasted here, even though I know certain things are required of me. It would reflect poorly on the family as well as me as an individual if I failed to finish. I hate failure.

Hell, if Sirius can make it out of here, I surely can.

I'm not sure where that came from.

I partly wish that I were out there able to be a help with His Cause, but I do not think he would see a use for a wizard who has not learned all he can, even if I am a Black. It's only that some days I feel that I am beyond studying for NEWTs and house Quidditch matches and wish to move on to other concerns. Some familial, some not, perhaps, though there are certainly plenty to concern myself with there. There were once five of us in the generation and we have dwindled to three. And I am the only male left, obviously, this leaves greater responsibility on my shoulders.

As I've digressed into babble, it's time to stop for the night.