I squandered in self pity until I mustered up the confidence to write about another one of my horrible days.
I was miserable as usual, when the weirdest thing happened. A Ravenclaw first year came up to me and asked if I wanted a hug. I obviously said no, and she began crying! I began to get even angrier and I could feel my face growing red hot with race. Apparently, she found that funny. She began mocking me, "Awww, did Mr. grumpy pants have a bad day?" I grumbled pointlessly to myself. "Does someone want a cookie?" she asked with angering amounts of sweetness. I began to reply with a strict 'no' but she forced the wretched cookie down my throat before I could say it. I began to choke on the shitty cookie and I spit it out. She began to sob and I shoved her back to her back to her seat.
I dipped my quill in the three- quarter full ink well.
After lunch in the grand hall, sitting next to the filthy oaf Hagrid, Potter came to class. He came in and threw himself onto his chair. I slid toward and smacked him in the back with my wand, silently telling him to sit up. He snickered. I found that offensive, so I gave him detention without thinking. 'Damn it!' I realized that now I had to stay late with him.
I put my quill into the well, tapped it against the side, and began writing again.
I regretted giving Potter detention the moment we arrived. He apparently learned how to disapperate because he would disappear with a POP, and reappear in a different seat. It drove me nuts. Detention couldn't be over soon enough. After a torturous 3 hours on constant popping, I snapped. I cursed loudly multiple times, and finally just screamed 'screw you' and stormed out. I slinked back to my horribly bland room and jumped onto my bed. And that brings us to the present. I hate my life. I will write tomorrow.
-Severus Snape