~~~Disclaimer!
Don't own any of the delicious Harry Potter characters (or any of the not so tasty ones, either, come to that,) however I do stake claim over Scin, in all her nuttiness.
However, I credit this idea to Le Masque for her brilliant story - "To Annoy Snape: The Diary of Maria Donovan To Annoy Snape: The Diary of Maria Donovan
"Oh, the inspiration!
Love,
Alex.
The General Appeal of the Utterly Insane.
Or, less exciting title –
Diary of Scintillo Cantus. (Mother's Idea. BORING. But she did write it on in fixed ink, so what can I do?)
NB: The Bat = Snape.
Date: Date? 15th….? Uhm, no….er….Oh, Bugger it, a week after the start of term.
Mood: Determined, and aggravated.
Why, you ask, have I not been writing in this charming, pale pink dairy my mother bequeathed on me as a pathetic excuse for a birthday present until now? Because The Bat confiscated it on my first night of term!
Slimystupidarrogantgit.
I'm not even in Gryffindor! I'm in Ravenclaw! What does he have against me?!
…I did try and club Draco to death with it, yes, but that's entirely besides the point. Yes, yes, I know, it was a stupid thing to do, but I had my reasons. Which brings back to my uncharacteristic mood of determination.
It all began on the Hogwarts Exp-
No, no it didn't, my memory fails me. It actually began on Platform 9 ¾, where I was assuring my paranoia-stricken mother that I would not be enjoying in any more of my experiments in how long a first year can remain conscious under the supreme power of The Bat, after one has convinced him that said first year just put pink paint on his back.
Did I say back?
I meant hair. (Bucket on the door trick – muggle, yes, but brilliant.)
Anyway, I was trying to reassure her that in my sixth year I would actually live up to Ravenclaw standards (One B, screw you Bat!) when out of no-where that blond haired little prat sauntered out of the apparently solid barrier between platforms, equally as stuck up father in tow, and said, very loudly – (And I quote-)
"Hey, Scintillo! Thanks for the Birthday gift you sent me this summer!" –insert self satisfied smirk here- "I loved it! Pity my birthday's in January, hey?"
Wallow in the rage! The Chagrin! The complete, and utter, embarrassment! Why did I get so angered by the comment? Well, for years now Draco has been upholding the pretence to both my parents, his parents, and the entire school body that I am hopelessly smitten with him. Which provides him with two forms of amusement. Firstly, it allows him to smile sardonically and flick his hair whenever anyone mentions my 'infatuation', and agree about how utterly pathetic I am.
Second, it means my mother loves him. Which is a benefit, since she's on the examination board for our OWLS. Sneaky little twat!
Oh, and did I mention that it causes me constant aggravation, something he has desired for ever since first year when I stole his entire collection of clothing upon discovering the Slytherin password?
So, this was how he began our yearly wars.
~~Freeze frame! Skip to great hall!~~
Picture this –
The great hall in its entire splendor, older students jostling into the hall beneath the floating candles, greeting each other jovially and sliding into their usual seats. And above it all, the smooth, arrogant and utterly detestable voice of Mister Malfoy.
"That Scintillo girl? I just can't get rid of her! You know, she turned up at my place these holidays. How embarrassing! Father says…"
I didn't hear any more than that.
Because, being the cool, calm and collected person I am, I turned and walked to the Ravenclaw table, ignoring everything he said.
…What? Oh all right. I elbowed my way through the crowd and, in a bout of unreasonable anger, clouted him over the head with my diary. Just my luck, The Bat was just entering the hall behind me, and saw the whole thing.
20 points from Ravenclaw, detention with Filch, and dairy confiscated for a week. (Only a week because I kicked up a stink about it being personal property.)
Growl, Snarl, and give me the pink paint!