September 1, 1991
About 9:30 pm, after The Start of Term Feast
Potter has arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I recognized him instantly; same jet black hair, same glasses, same everything, except the eyes. Lily's eyes.
He strutted up to the Sorting stool, placed the damn hat on his stupid head, and was sorted into Gyffindor. Thank goodness, I do not know what I would have done if Potter were Sorted into my house.
Well, the feast was good anyway. Until right in the middle, when Quirrell started talking. Blah blah this, blah blah that. All that I was thinking was 'You do not look good in purple.' Seriously, why does he keep that stupid turban on his head? And purple, of all colors!
Well, I finally broke it off with him, telling him that making the vampires eat the garlic was more effective then smelling. I was right of course. Damn Quirrell, learn your own subject.
Anyway, as I looked away from Quirrell I saw her staring at me. No, him. I have got to stop seeing Lily in the Potter boy. These are going to be seven long years.
September 4, 1991
A moment before lunch, in the middle of a class with Potter
Thursday, thank God.
(Why Thursday?)
A few lyrics to a song that I have not heard in years came to mind today; Today was the worst day, I went through hell, I wish I could remove it from my mind.
I have not had a good day. Besides tormenting the hell out of Potter, my day has been a total (do I dare say it?) flop.
I have not gotten anything done. But, before I go into my day, I have to tell you about my first year class that I'm teaching.
Ok, so we have people like Longbottom, who you could not tell you the right answer if he were hanging upside down by his toe and getting whipped by Filch. And then we have people like the Granger girl, a bossy little know it all (literally) girl who would answer every single question for you if she could.
All Gyffindor, of course.
Now, my day…..
Am too tired. Will tell another time.