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A/N: I know, this chapter was late in coming and is short. I have no excuse, except that writer's block struck for this and I didn't know what to do next. I also know that this is not a great chapter, and I apologize. Next chapter will (hopefully) get better. I'm hoping to have the first meeting of the DA then.
10:23, Nov.2
Potions
Whose bright idea was it to give me potions first thing in the morning? I'm serious. The worst class in the world - and I just had to get it first. Want worse news? Gryffindors share with the Slytherins. It just keeps on going downhill. Double potions. On a Monday. With the Slytherins.
Which god did I displease?
Oh, right. I forgot to add the date in last time. And I don't feel like going back and writing it in, especially since I know that it's the first anyways. So, today's the second.
Why did I feel the need to explain that to myself?
Even better, why am I asking a book questions?
Luna must be rubbing off on me.
Speaking of which, I managed to slip her one of the messenger galleons at breakfast this morning while the schedules were being handed out. The Head Boy and Girl don't look any more pleased than we do with the new teachers. Right. Forgot about that. Not only is Snape the new Headmaster, but we've got two Death Eater teachers. The Carrows. Even their name sounds evil. One of them teaches Muggle Studies, which, for whatever reason, is now mandatory. I've got that next, so I suppose I'll find out then. Then there's Defense Against the Dark Arts, taught by the other one. He looks like a gorilla.
I don't even have Herbology today. Or Charms. My schedule sucks.
Professor Slughorn's coming over. More later.
7:12, Nov 2
Gryffindor Common Room
I hate this place. That's it. I just hate it. Hogwarts has degenerated into a school for Death Eater kids.
And I hate it.
The only bright point of my day was lunch. That's how bad it was.
Muggle Studies is now 'lets all get together and listen to Carrow talk about how disgusting muggles are' class. I really, really, really wanted to ask her if she was a muggle-born. I, however, am smart.
I did it anyway.
Carrow went very white and stiff. It reminded me of the time Harry asked Umbridge if she thought You-Know-who was alive. Same look. I was thrown out of the classroom and put into Filch's office. Then her brother came in and whipped me.
I hurt now.
Tomorrow I've got DADA. I'm not entirely sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. Judging by what happened today, I don't think it'll go well. Did I mention that I hurt now? It's like... I don't know... I've been whipped. Which I have.
I'm going to bed.
