September 10th - Am shaken awake by Hermione, with loud assertion that I am Late; am glad to have been woken, as was in midst of unpleasant Dream about being drowned in a Cauldron by Potter, but do not feel that this is a good start to the day.
This impression is confirmed by first class of day, which is First-Years. Am constantly interrupted by questions from studious individual, noticed in previous class, who reminds me very much of dear Hermione when she first attended Hogwarts; decide, however, that it would probably be unwise to mention this to her, especially as child appears to be male - am not entirely sure, and requesting child's name is not helpful, as child turns out to be called Dozy Gamp, which I find Odd.
(Query: Why is it that so many Parents, apparently sane and intelligent in every other aspect, are entirely deserted by Common Sense when it comes to the Naming of their children?)
(Answer: Comes there none, but am reminded of Mr and Mrs Knutt, neighbours of long-ago, who elected to call their daughter Hazel. Also recall recent addition to Potter family, inadvisably named after supposed site of Conception, with no apparent regard for the effect this information will have on the child when it becomes known to his so-called School Friends.)
Become aware at this point that I am dwelling unhealthily on Potter offspring, and Sneer at small, but unmistakeably female, Hufflepuff, who looks startled - as well she might.
Mention issue of Names to dear Hermione, who remarks that she once knew a girl whose initials spelt Poo. Can only hope that, in the possible event of us having a Child, at least one of us retains a shred of sensibility.
Entire evening is filled with Marking. Must remember to buy Red Ink.