Tom, I have the worst hangover known to man. My head's pounding like it did that one time where Moony and I got mad at Padfoot and Wormtail, so we decided to go Spain and we had a tequila drinking contest. We left a note informing Padfoot and Wormtail of this plan, but Moony's mum found it instead and she found us so fast that I bugged Moony why hadn't he gotten that ability? Then I shut up when I realized that that meant he could find us whenever we played a prank that he didn't approve of. Moony didn't think of that, of which I'm glad. He always so annoying when he thinks of stuff like that.

I also realized something just now. You know how some people can do stuff when they're drunk that they could never do in a million years sober? Well mine is penmanship. My writing sober is horrible. Half the time, people can't tell what I write. I'm actually the only person who has ever attended Hogwarts that when I hand something in clearly written by another student, teacher's thank me for taking the initiative to save their eyesight and their time. Ironically, I don't cheat. Padfoot and Wormtail cheat from me, but I don't cheat.

Yet when, when I'm pissed, my writing is wonderful. If it weren't for the fact that I have vague memories of writing those words and the stuff written is only stuff that I could have known, I would think that it was someone who had studied calligraphy for years. I'm actually that good. If I write every single entry in this journal sober after this, the only one you would be able to read is the first.

I wouldn't have to have anyone copy my work if I stayed drunk while I wrote it.

I can arrange being drunk all the time.

But moving to less depressing topic's, I'm sitting at my favorite place in the entire castle, the Astronomy Tower. It's the level right under, and I don't think anyone else knows about it. I don't mean to confuse you Tom, but here's what I mean. The second to last level under the Tower connects to the Tower, but also this one, and this one doesn't connect to the Tower. I found this one when I was running from Flich in second year and it was so odd. It was clear that no one had been here in years. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs, but the strangest thing was that some things were carefully organized and some things were laying around like half finished projects, like someone had meant to come back, but had just forgotten to. I just wonder who it was.

I only have one clue, that for knowing about this corridor, cleaning it up, I found it. A set of initials that went P.N.B.

I don't know who they belong to or if they were the last person to be here, but regardless. I only cleaned and dusted the areas that needed it, and left everything else untouched. Well, almost everything.

I couldn't resist putting J.M.P. right under P.N.B.

But that's it. I swear.

I suppose that you want to learn more about me though Tom.

Well, details that I left out last night are. . . . Well I'm tall. About 6'2". Taller than Sirius (5'9") and Peter (5'2"). Shorter than Mooney (6'5"). Same height as Snivellus. I almost got Sorted into Ravenclaw, though the Hat did seriously consider Slytherin, but I would horrible if I had gone to all that trouble to get Sirius in Gryffindor and then didn't even get in myself, so I beg, the Hat thought about Hufflepuff for a second before I got into Gryffindor. I think I would have made a good Ravenclaw though. The Hat thought that obviously. That's actually the House my mum wanted me to be. Gryffindor was the House my father wanted me to be in. Dad won out.

I have to go now. It's almost time to meet Moony to study in the library.