Entry 3,
2nd September 1938,
Headmaster Dippet's Study,
Hogwarts:
Well, that didn't take long.
To be brief, Abigor and I remained undetected for a whole meal before a prefect came to inform us that the Headmaster had summoned us. Despite Abigor's rather dramatic gasp of surprise, as is likely obvious Father was in the Headmaster's office with the latter man himself. As expected, Father looked rather murderous. Dippet understandably looked rather nervous to be sitting with a looming fully fledged vampire. Even to others of our kind, Father is terribly intimidating. He's built like a mountain, with a sharp beard and hair like Abigor's, but professionally tied back. Our kind has slight variation on tooth shape and eye colour (particularly with the sclera turning navy with age). Father's eyes are essentially two drops of red on a murky black sea, and his teeth are fully serrated and at the moment, bared at us.
Abigor and I are immediately bowing deeply in the hope that manners will save us.
"Enough grovelling you little brats." Father snarls.
We hastily straighten with our heads bowed. There is a pause, so I take the moment to try and explain my innocence in the entire fiasco. Surely, Father will listen to reason?
He does not. A sharp rap to the head shuts me and pushes me into a chair in front of Dippet's desk in one fell swoop. Abigor quickly follows.
Dippet purses his lips and steeples his fingers together. "Well, boys. You seem to have had quite an adventure. Sneaking about, forging letters, squatting even. Is there anything you two would like to add?"
Abigor, the fool that he is, takes the bait. "We also stole sweets off the trolley on the train." Father slaps him again while I cradle my head in my hands.
At the very least, I did get my side of the story out, and Father seemed to minutely sympathise as he has watched me deal with Abigor and Burke's idiocy for years now. However after letting us stew for a while, He snapped, "Well, it hardly matters now."
Abigor and I blinked. Dippet continued for Father, saying "Quite right. You're names have been on the Hogwarts registary since your births even if your father has chosen to home school you. Mr Gallow has informed me that he believes it is due justice if you will be allowed to stay this year."
I pale quickly and start to stutter. "B-but Father, what about our studies?! You promised to teach me Runes next week!"
A horribly cruel smirk adorned Father's face. "Well in Hogwarts you can learn Runes in your 3rd year. Keep your brother out of trouble, Daegen. Oh and Abigor? I'm snapping your broom when I get home." Ignoring the agony in Abigor's protests, Father promptly left.
I'm now sitting writing this to you, Diary, while Dippet is dragging my brother around the office on a tour (declined such suspicious generosity). At the very least, Dippet seems weirdly fond of me, probably because I've come off in this situation as the resigned elder brother (by 6 minutes) who tries to keep his dimwitted sibling out of trouble. He also seems to find Abigor hilarious ("Oh, what a shame you weren't sorted into my house, dear boy. Gryffindoor would have loved you.") so I question how much I value him opinion. At the very least, Abigor has been given a detention for the entire scheme. I have a feeling Dippet will just spend an hour chatting.
I, at the very least, now plan on finding my bloody schedule and learning something. Surely, there must be some Rune books in the library?
Yours,
Daegen the Resigned, son of Diabolos John Gallow.