May 16, 1997
I hate sitting around not doing anything. The memorial service was...I don't know. Nice, I guess. It just feels inadequate. And I get that Dumbledore wasn't my dad or my best friend or even the Professor that "inspired me" to be "better than I am" or what-the-fuck-ever. But he was this presence, you know? And for that to be snuffed out prematurely, how do you deal with the scope and magnitude of that in one ceremony?
Anyway, this journal entry had a point. I was watching the media coverage today and when I went for a walk I noticed all the press, practically frothing at the mouth for a glimpse of our grief and what have you. It made me think about how I'd want to be represented in death -- definitely not with 24/7 coverage on the BBC news. Unless everyone was telling funny stories about me. Happy things. Not posting segments on "Draco Malfoy: When Platinum Blondes Go Bad" (I am making this up).
My point. I was thinking of putting together a little documentary -- something small. Maybe some old archived footage (I did a hilarious little movie in tenth year on Dumbledore, and he let me follow him around for a day), but mostly I'd like to have anyone who has a story -- preferably a funny one -- let me interview on film. We'll put it together, remember him the way he ought to be remembered. And I don't know, maybe the news will play that instead of updates on Fuckwit Malfoy.
In less pressing matters, my dad's being a twat and threatened to pull me permanantly. I told him to shove it, but I don't know. He's such an asshole.
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