Dear Diary,
I tried to drown in my books. There weren't enough. Before that
I slept for a while. The sleep made me feel better. I'm going to die tomorrow.
I don't want a friend like Millie. She has too many serious problems that I
just can't deal with. I'm an underage witch, for crying out
loud! It bothers me. I wanted a friend that I could have intelligent
conversations with, help them when they get emotional (PMS week), and things
like that.
I miss
Tricia so much. Sometimes I wonder
what it would be like if she had stayed in England. We would probably sit in the same
compartments on the train, be in the same Arithmancy
class, Potions, maybe Divination, she'd probably want to see what that's about. Mother would allow me over to her manor. I could go
there if my parents were out of town. We would go places on vacations and
things like that. I wonder if she's grown… there was a point when we wore the
same clothes size. I'm going to see if she's on the IMQ.
Sincerely yours,
Blaise Zabini
PS- That memory charm thing with my Mother… it didn't work out