Sunday7:00

Well, I guess my BIG AND HUGE MOUTH is to blame in this situation. I mean, Snape is completely livid with me now, so I am doing my job well. Now I am walking down to the dungeons. Now, what to do.................. okay. Got it. I will talk about America and how my Adopted dad was a horrible person blah blah blah. You know what? I just realized something. There are witchcraft schools in America, but I was accepted at Hogwarts, not at the Salem Witch institute(?). Weird. I open the door. There Snape is, looking as mad as ever.

"sit" he says

"where?"

"There" He points to some desks

"but where? I mean, you're just pointing at some desks"

"Fine" he snarls. "Sit at my desk so I can keep an eye on you"

"okaaaaay........."

"So, Snape, oops. I mean Professor Snape, What shall we do today?"

"You will just sit there and be quiet."

"For what? Four hours? I have attention defecit disorder. I can't sit still for five minutes, let alone four hours!"

"Exactly the point."

"You are SO evil, you know that?"

"Of course I know that"

Yeah, he thinks he has me there. Well, he doesn't. I have his number.

"So Professor, I have a question for you. Were you ever married?"

"That is none of your business, Ms. Davenport."

"Yeah, I know it ain't my business, but I'm making it my business."

Hehheh. little does he know that I am beating him at his own game. I slipped some Veritaserum in his goblet before any of the teachers got to dinner. Hahaha!

Funny thing too it's beginning to kick in. I did n't give him much, maybe half a drop. It's powerful stuff.

"Well" he begins. His eyes begin to become out of focus. "I was married. But my wife died. She was from England, but we moved tp Georgia, so she could be with her family, who moved there. Hmmmmmmmmmmmm well that answers my question. Now to take advantage of this.

2 hours later

Maybe I gave him more like three drops of this stuff, as opposed to half a drop. Oops. I'm only human

"When I was fifteen, the POTTER character beat me in QUIDDITCH AGAIN! Sure I was a beater, and I tried to get him with the Bludger once or twice, but COME ON! "

11:00

Okay, I gave him too much. So what. I guess I can't just leave him here. I guess I shou- he's coming out of it now.

"What happened?" he asks drowsily

"You dozed off, sir, around when I first got here. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine. You are dismissed"

He won't be fine if he finds out all the stuff he told me about himself. Most of it I really shouldn't repeat because it's that kind of thing! Not that you would want to know................................ anyway, I am now skipping merrily to the portrait hole.