Dear Journal of Miseries,
Last night, I was awoken by the Hogwarts faculty to "make sure things were O.K." I was still in my manly night-gown when Minerva stole a snicker and started pointing it out to the others. For portection, I slid my covers all the way up to my neck and mumbled, "Give me 5 minutes and I'll be down in the hospital wing." Minerva sighed and left me to my privacy. I mean, when wasnt it in the hospital wing? The way children act these days...
I slipped on a simple black cloak and made myself a mug of coffe. If its that Potter boy again, I'm taking all the time I can get.
Coffe still in hand, I took the long walk from the dungeons to the hospital. As I was about to sweep through the large doors, Albus came out, and walked towards me. "I like your style, Severus." He glided away, trying to keep back a few chuckles. My hand slapped my face. Of all people, why did Dumbledore have to know that!
I saw the faculty gathered around a small bed. Not to my surprise, Harry lay there with an evil grin directed at me. Then his face popped back into what others thought as "cute."
Potter exclaimed, "Guess what everybody? Im going to live!" The faculty gave a moan of adoration and heartbreak.
"How can you not see the mental issues in this kid!" I pleaded.
All I got were evil stares from everyone but Harry, who was overjoyed with maliciousness.
"Severus," Minerva started, "This boy just defeated the Dark Lord. Give this large eyed child some respect!"
Large eyed? I think she was mixing that up with his glasses. I sulked out of the room. The more sleep I got, the better. I needed all the energy I could get when teaching a bundle of children.