Snape at Seven

Today was dreary as usual. Mother served me dry toast for breakfast. It was bland, bland like life. Not Life the cereal, the actual thing. Oh, how I wish I had a unicorn- it would spice up my life. A red-headed girl that I was the wanna-be boyfriend of might do the trick, but I might accidently call her a mud-blood and she might marry my arch enemy and they might have a baby that I hate, but that has pretty eyes. So I'd rather have a unicorn.

Today my father threw a brick at me, it didn't actually hit me physically, but emotionally, it cut deep. I think when I get my wand when I'm eleven I might stick it up his… Anyway I'm going to the park by myself, that isn't very responsible on my parent's part. I think my dad hopes that someone else, with better aim that is, will throw a brick at me there. This makes sense because other children, along with the rest of the world, don't like me very much. But it's totally okay because my imaginary pet unicorn, Beer loves me and that's all that matters. He's named Beer because my father got him for me for Christmas.

***At the Park***

Beer and I were playing "the Knight that Saves the Princess from the Monster" game. Naturally both Beer and I wanted to be the princess, but since we love each other we made a compromise, Beer would be the princess and I would get to choose the monster. I wish my parents would make compromises instead of physically abusing each other with jars of peanut butter. Anyway, the monster that I picked was the scariest monster ever invented, my worst fear, and my worst enemy… shampoo.

Anyway, we were about to start when I noticed two girls staring at me. One girl, the red-head had been doing something weird and was probably a muggle-born witch – I made a mental note to stalk her in a few years and then be her wanna-be boyfriend.

When I got home I thought that there might be an actual unicorn in my hair so I considered taking a shower… just kidding, about the last part that is.