"The name's Headmaster!"
The eve of my ascent to the throne of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as depicted in movies is nigh. Spiffing. A position I never wanted. How ironic that we Slytherins are known for our ambitious rise to positions of power, yet every position I have ever held in recent years has been thrust upon me, to be accepted grudgingly out of duty to my Remembered One... ..Lily.... I suppose it is better than a stint in Azkaban. How much, I know not – students can drive one near to madness, while dementors... they can't harm one who has nothing left for them to take.
Apparently I am in only one opening scene of this latest Hollywood travesty, that lovely interlude in Malfoy Manor. So much the better! I loathe the limelight, unlike a certain Mr. Potter –!
Last year, I created this cake for "Snarkfest," on the eve of HP Half-Blood Prince's premier. Chocolate with sour gummi bright crawlers, accompanied by thick dark beer. Not many people came. Oh well, more cake for me! hee hee hee!
Get ready, Potterheads!!!!! 10..9..8..
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