This ship is a little more bearable since there is now a place to escape the filth. I would still prefer it if we could at least dock on an island or something once again, but it doesn't seem very likely. I've almost been stuck here a full year. I'm itching to find a way to release all this pent up frustration and there is none to be found.

[Private to Walden]
Come to this stupid party with me. I need to break the monotony of daily life. And piss off Rodolphus.

[Private to Andromeda/Narcissa]
You've both been rather quiet. Doing anything fun lately? I assume you are both intending on attending this party?

[Private to Self]
I find myself wishing the Dark Lord were here. Even if he was as young and unrefined as the version of him that was here when I arrived. Rodolphus reminds me more and more every day why I refused to marry in the real world and has yet to prove to me that it was a good choice to marry him in my future. My father is not my father; he does not approve of the woman that raised me to be. And Walden is becoming more and more frustrating. Salazar Slytherin is a complete disappointment. The male species is pretty much useless on this damned ship.

And I'm wasting my sodding time writing about my feelings. This ship is rubbish. I need to kill something.