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Chapter Five: Hundreds of Them
Thursday 4th September
Dear Diary
I have just come back from one of the worst days of my life. I hate it here. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I don't belong in Gryffindor and I do not want to be in it.
Plus I was terrible at me lessons.
I arrived for transfiguration late and missed the 'cool' transformation of the teacher into a tabby cat. Stupid. Why doesn't she change to something cool. Like a panther or a lion or a snake or whatever. I guess she isn't that smart. I muttered to myself about how she must not have enough power if that was all that she could do and she heard me. Gave me detention. Just like that. Plus I had to sit on my own. I wanted to sort of. Sort of not as well. All of the raven claw students had got to know each other last night after the sorting or something so they al sat next to their friends and there was an even number of them anyway. I am refusing to sit near anyone from Gryffindor. I will not belittle myself further. We just wrote for most of the lesson. Hardly did anything else. The teacher is extremely stuck-up. She kept showing off her magic by showing us what we could do if we tried and learnt and listened and paid attention and blah, blah, blah. I don't know what the rest was. I didn't pay attention.
When I arrived for potions with the Slytherins I knew that it was not going to go well. I had to sit next to the mud-blood lover from the boat as there wasn't enough seats, so I couldn't sit by myself. The Slytherins laughed as I walked in. All of the others probably didn't know what they were laughing at. They might have thought that it was just general laughter. Snape gave me a really evil look. I think he does resent me more for not being killed after I was put into Gryffindor. I shuddered when I wrote that. I hate that word. It is horrible. Anyway, I managed to get through potions. Snape became star pupil number one. The mud-blood lover (mb l) kept trying to talk to me. I got so nervous about being around the other Slytherins that I spilt my potion which ate away a small part of the desk. I felt upset whenever I looked over at the Slytherins on the other side of the classroom. My true home. Where I was supposed to be. Where I wanted and needed to be. Also, I got a simple question wrong even though I knew the answers to all the hard ones, the ones that I wasn't asked, so the teacher has now decided that I am the class dunce. That idea seems to be spreading around these days.
In Herboligy I managed to do something right. Well, wrong in the eyes of the teacher but I found it fun. I managed to trick the mb l into adding the wrong ingredients to feed the plant and the teacher had a go at him for it. It being that the plant suddenly swelled to fifteen times it's normal size and then exploded, covering everyone from head to toe in bright red plant gunk and giant petals. The teacher had a go at both of us after evacuating the classroom. I managed to convince the mb l that I thought it was the right ingredient and he believed me. Though, yet again, people think I'm a dunce.
In History of Magic we did nothing but write again. Write too quickly in my opinion. It was the most boring and tedious lesson of the day. Defiantly. There is not really any point in writing any more about it because I have nothing to write about.
Then I came to the one that I was dreading, Defence Against the Dark Arts. At least it wasn't taught to us with the Slytherins. The teacher was an incompetent blundering fool who knew nothing about the dark forces. I was tempted to question him whenever he got something wrong which was at least once every two minutes. I couldn't be seen as who I was though. Then I would end up as a terrible spy. Terrible because of the fact that I would most likely be dead from being discovered and from the dark lord discovering that I had been discovered.
Nothing much to write really diary. That's all that happened today. The food was terrible and I really hate the house that I was put in. It is the wrong one. I know it.
Bye
P. Pettigrew.
A/N: Next chapter should be up soon with more to do with the other Gryffindors in it.