Chapter 1

WARNING: THIS IS NOT A NOVEL, BIOGRAPHY, ….. OR EVEN A … FANFICTION FOR THAT MATTER! THIS IS A…..

Well, actually I'm not sure what to say this book is right here that I am writing with in my hand. I like lists. I will make a list.

1. A Journal: Journal is a good word, but they seem like something you write about all your exciting adventures in. I, for one, have never had any exciting adventures. Therefore, I can not call this thing in my hand a journal.

OPTION ONE HAS BEEN TERMINATED.

2. A Diary: Ugh, I hate that word! This really shouldn't even be an option. Diaries are things that little girls write all about boys and make-up in, and the covers have hearts all over them and locks that have the the keys attached to them. I mean, if you're going to attach the keys to the lock, WHAT'S THE POINT IN EVEN HAVING A LOCK ANYWAY?!

Yeah, I hate diaries.

OPTION TWO HAS BEEN TERMINATED.

3…..

I honestly can't think of anything else. This thing I am writing in is more of a… writing…. booklet? A Writing Booklet? Is that seriously all I can think of?!

Fine.

Oh object I am writing in, I now christen you writing booklet.

WARNING: THIS IS NOT A NOVEl, A BIOGRAPHY, A TEXTBOOK, OR EVEN A FANFICTION! THIS IS A WRITING BOOKLET! AND ANYONE CAUGHT READING THIS WRITING BOOKLET I WILL KILL WITH MY BARE HANDS!...

…Unless that person is, like, the future me…. in which case I guess I won't be killing them…. cuz it'd be a little odd to kill myself with my bare hands…

…AND ANYONE CAUGHT READING THIS WRITING BOOKLET EXCEPT FOR FUTURE ME WILL BE KILLED WITH MY BARE HANDS. FUTURE ME, YOU ARE COMPLETELY WELCOME TO READ THIS…

Whoa, I'm talking to my future self right now. Is that a little weird? Maybe, I really don't know.

So, yep, to describe myself I have dark brown hair that falls a little past my shoulders…

Wait, I know what I look like! Do I really need to describe myself to myself? It's not like anyone else will be reading this… Except for my future self… But my future self should know what I look like… right? Unless I somehow am driving in a car during a thunderstorm and a lightning bold hits the ground right next to me, and the car flips over and teeters on the edge of the cliff, and I fall out of the car and am saved be a bunny rabbit who happens to be part of a conspiracy plotting my downfall…

Yeah, I'll just describe myself.

I have dark brown hair that falls a little past my shoulders, but I always, and I mean always (like every second of the day, practically) wear it in a tight bun on my head. My eyes are really dark blue, but have a ring of silver around the middle of them. My skin is very pale with lots of freckles, especially on my nose. I hate make-up and dresses and really anything girly.

I suppose I should mention I'm a witch and go to the magic school called Hogwarts (future me, I hope you didn't forget that much!)

Oh, and my name's Mimi.

Well, actually, no. It's Minerva. Minerva Lupin. But I hate that name, so I pretend it's Mimi. Most of my friends don't even know my name's Minerva. When my parents sign me up for camps and stuff, they put my first name as Mimi and leave my last name blank. And guess what, future me! No one ever says anything.

Yeah, you really should know that, future me. After all, I was your childhood!

Forgot to mention. I also have a brother. Remus. Remus Lupin? The really bookish guy? The werewolf dude?

Yeah, that's him. He's a year older than me, so he's in his second year at Hogwarts. And his friends all have really weird names. I mean, come on1 Who names their kid Serious?! Apparently him and his friends call themselves the… M… M something…. Mysticals? Marshals? Something like that.

They're insane.

…. I guess I probably shouldn't have said that thing about him being a werewolf. Cuz someone might read this and find out…

But no one's going to be reading this writing booklet…

Right…?

RIGHT?!

…Oh well. Too bad. I'm tired. My first day at Hogwarts was… well exhausting. I suppose I should write about what happened today. Isn't that the kind of thing people write in writing booklets?

Eh, whatever, I'm too sleepy right now. Tomorrow, then.

Good night writing booklet. Goodnight future me.