Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All except for Professor Klecel!
The Forced Journal Assignment
Chapter One
Dear Diary,
…No, no, no. That is such a idiotic way to start my entries! I am a boy for Merlin's sake! I am not some giddy little girl who obsesses over countless things that do not need obsessing over! But, of course, it is a essential thing that must be done when writing in this journal, so the professor says. Sometimes I just hate the rules teachers make up.
Hmmn…but what if I just change it up a bit? And instead of sounding revoltingly girly, it can sound like this:
To My Leather-Bound Notebook,
You know, I actually kind of like that…and it fits me enough and it fits book as well (the book is covered in black dragon-hide leather). Not too girly, but not to masculine so that the professor doesn't think I'm trying too hard.
To My Leather-bound Notebook,
Well, now that I have that settled, onto telling you why I am writing in you in the first place. As an assignment in Muggle Studies—which we are all being some-what forced to take since the Headmaster thinks it will help us in the future (though I highly doubt I'm going to need any of this information any time soon)—we have to write journal entries at least every day for the next three weeks, "telling the journals of your thoughts and feelings of that day…" and all that nonsense. I stopped listening after she told us that, for I was talking to Lucius Malfoy, my best friend, about how ridiculous this assignment was.
But, I guess you can say that I did get something good out of it. You see (or not), we were allowed to pick our own journals from the ones that she has. And since she started at the Slytherin side, I got to pick this one (which was really the only one I liked). Afterwards, Lucius nudged me and pointed over to the Gryffindor side and at Sirius Black, an arch-enemy of mine, and I saw that he was glowering at me for taking the journal that I'm assuming he wanted.
Sure, we were allowed to trade if we wanted too, and, sure, Black also had a pretty nice-looking one; but to know that I had taken something of his that he wanted made me feel brilliant inside. And I certainly didn't hide it either. All day long I smirked and laughed at him, in return he would growl and threaten me, but I honestly didn't care.
Anyway, back to the writing assignment. Professor Klecel (the Muggle Studies professor) told us that we are supposed to write our thoughts, feelings, and the events that went on that day. Honestly, all I should write is one entry since my schedule rarely changes:
Eat. Go to class. Get pranked. Eat again. Get pranked some more. Once last time to eat. Sleep.
Yeah…not at all hard to get used to.
But write down my thoughts and feelings? Now that's just plain and absolute rubbish! Who would be stupid enough to write down their very thoughts and feelings and then have them there for the whole school to know if your book was stolen? Surely not me, or anyone in the Slytherin house for that matter! I bet you anything, the professor will take our journals and read them, and when she finds hilarious (or pathetic) entries, she'll give it to the other professors to read. So while we are content with the fact that no one will ever know our secrets, our own teachers will be mocking and ridiculing us behind our backs! No, I'm fine with no one knowing about my secrets, thank you!
Sincerely,
Severus P. Snape
...cha. I decided to reload this chapter in all it's revised glory. The other chapter was just absolutely mortifying, so I had to revise it. I hope you like though!
