I don't understand him sometimes. He works so hard to make everyone miserable sometimes. People don't believe me when I say there is a good side to him- and there is. They have no bloody idea about the things Sage did for me when we were younger. If I didn't know he'd murder me for telling you all, I'd have shouted it from the top of the quidditch pitch. Our parents were awful to Quincy and I, but I know Sage kept it from being horrible. Sage is, really is, my protector, and when I see him reduced to this, to how he was this afternoon, it's not easy to see. At first he sounded like Greg, just annoying, but the more I thought about it, the more he sounded like Daddy. The thought of Sage becoming like Daddy... What if he grows up to be him? Greg's already well on his way.

He didn't even blink when I said some of the people were my friends. I hate that he doesn't realize it's insulting to say I'm friends with idiots. Or maybe he does and just doesn't care anymore. And I hate the way he's so flagrant about his sex life, especially with Westley. I suppose it's not exactly his fault he started sleeping with a boy I fancied if I didn't tell him. But really, I wonder if it would have stopped him if I had brought it up. And, you know, I also bloody hate the way my friends look at me when I stand up for him, like I'm sort of traitor.

Speaking of- Albus bloody Severus Potter- how dare you try and use me against my brother? Thank you for not only insulting me but confirming the fact that no one in their right mind would ask me to a party unless there were ulterior motives. I thought we were friends. I'd say I wouldn't have said yes anyway, but I'd be lying. I would have been excited, you bloody prat. And I do not hate my brother, for your information, only some of the idiotic things he does.

I'll be on the pitch until shortly before the party tonight if anyone needs to find me. Which they won't.