Sirius Black's Journal
Day 37
I was considering writing my memoirs down for future generations. Or at very least for when I'm old and senile and can't remember a thing. Of course, by then I'll probably be crazy, too. Anyway... my first problem is that I have nothing to write on. I was thinking the walls, but I've been using that to tally days and write this journal. Not very useful, since I don't remember to do it when I'm Padfoot, but it's better than nothing. Maybe I'll write on my prison robes. I'll just tear them into little pages, and write in dirt. Ah, I'm such a genius...
Day 38
I'm such a moron! What the hell was I thinking when I decided to tear up my prison robes? I'm freaking cold in here, and they won't even give me a new one until rationing day next week. So, now I have to stay Padfoot for a week. And I can't even write in dirt on the robes, because they're so filthy it doesn't show up. I could try writing in blood, but I think loss of blood makes you colder... Maybe I can bribe the other inmates into stealing Bella's robes for me...
Day 39
I'm starting a club. It's called the "I Hate Peter" club. All my idea of course. See, it seems I'm not the only one who despises that little rat. Granted, the others in the club are mostly crazy, and all of them are Death Eaters and hate Peter for an entirely different reason (apparently they think he betrayed Voldemort! Man, are they crazy? He never even had the guts to pull a prank on McGonagall by himself...) But I'll just let them think whatever they like. So far the "I Hate Peter" club has ten members. I am club president. Every member gets an official membership card made from my old robe, and has to swear an oath to kill Peter if they ever see him. It's kind of fun. Mondays are meeting days, where we all sit around in our cells, introduce ourselves and talk about why we hate Peter. I, of course, lie. Then there are Wednesdays, which are rat sacrifice days. Those are extra fun. The one who comes up with the most interesting way to torture the rat gets to keep all of our rats for dinner. Very tempting. Fridays are my favorites, though. That's field trip day. We can't actually leave, but we all close our eyes and pretend that we've left our cells and are going to hunt down and kill Peter. We come up with interesting hexes and give ourselves cool skills and everything. I hear muggles have something like this called a "Role Playing Game" or something. One of the Death Eaters told me all about it. Apparently he broke up one of these sessions when he was killing a wizard in an upstairs apartment. Said it sounded kind of fun. If he hadn't had to go back and report to Voldemort, he'd probably have taken the muggles up on playing for awhile. Of course, then he'd have had to kill them... Personally, I find it kind of ironic that they call their game, Dungeons and Dragons... I mean, how boring is that? You can find both dungeons and dragons anywhere. Why not something exciting...? Maybe I should name our game... Torture Chambers and Traitors maybe... Yeah... that has a nice ring to it...
Author's Note: It's short. As usual. Please review...
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