Date: September 10th. Go me! Remembered the date!
Mood: Quite elated, actually.
Today and yesterday were oddly satisfying. Much to my surprise, yesterday passed without incident, therefore I deigned not to trouble myself with this pink book of doom. (Which is now responsible for two Draco bruisings! Yay!)
Today, however, was another matter entirely.
Got up this morning with the good old burning desire to wreck havoc on someone. I had a few choices. Hannah Abbott, for the stupid remark she made two days ago (didn't finish homework, got points deduced along with every other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in the class), Draco (for existing) or Snape (Also, for existing).
Decided on aggravating SlimyBat, as despite the fact that no matter how bad the eventual punishment is, it's always more satisfying. In fact, I had already thought of a plan on the way down to breakfast, putting me in such a good mood I didn't try to dismember Draco as he passed a snide remark in the corridor.
Aren't I nice?
Unfortunately, I didn't have potions until last today, so my utterly brilliant plan had to wait, as there was no other time I dared execute it.
My good mood stayed firm throughout the day, even allowing me to manage a jovial "Hello!" to Professor Sinistra when I went to talk to her about my career during break. (See? I'm a normal sixteen year old! I plan beyond!) Have decided that one day I'm going to be a writer for Wizarding World, and travel around with some photographer, hopefully male and gorgeous, and write long and sophisticated articles on things like wild Hippogriffs and curses on ancient tombs. Go me!
Anyway, back to the real world, in which I am currently being poked by Cho Chang. Bugger off, I'm writing! Ah good, she's gone. Probably to brush her hair. Grumble.
Then, double potions. Hehehe....
Now, that fateful day when Hannah made her dreadful mistake has been nagging at me ever since. I think to myself, what a brilliant potion, makes an idiot of anyone who drinks it. Such a shame to let it go to waste.
Who better to test it on than SlimyBat himself?
(Random thought. I wonder how much trouble I'd be in if this diary was ever found?)
The primary question was, of course, how was I going to get him to drink it without condemning myself to death by spit poisoning, from the saliva that flies from his gob as he screams obscenities at me?
The answer lies within the caffeine. Like any teacher who ever in their lifetime had to look after the likes Hannah Abbott, SlimyBat needs his hourly dose of coffee.
So, as he was slinking around the class to criticize people's potions, I slipped from my desk (at the front of the room, where he can keep an eye on me. I'm not that much trouble, honestly!) and snuck up to his table, the dregs of my potion from the 8th. Did I mention that I had made a double dose, so the dregs were quite a lot?
After a hurried glance around, I emptied the contents into his coffee, assured that no-one liked SlimyBat enough to dob me in.
"Miss Cantus!"
I had neglected to remind myself of his uncanny sixth sense for being hoodwinked.
"What are you doing?!"
Luckily, he hadn't seen me commit the heinous act. "I'm, uhm, checking the board, Sli-ah, Sir!" Nearly called him Slimy there....whoops... "I couldn't see!"
"Miss Cantus, you have glasses and you sit at the front." Sneering git. Like I didn't know that! "Are you really that blind, or is it just your utter stupidity that makes you misunderstand my instructions? Sit down."
Naturally, I obeyed nice and meekly.
Then he drank his coffee. Wooo! Never Have I laughed so much in my entire life! You can't possibly fathom what a wonderful sight it is too see your most hated teacher sit calmly at his desk, then let out a sudden burst of very, very girlish giggles! The look on his face...! And it didn't stop there! The giggles kept coming! And coming!
...Of course, it would have been much wiser not to laugh...
Still have toad innards under my nails from the first of my two weeks detentions.
Mood: Quite elated, actually.
Today and yesterday were oddly satisfying. Much to my surprise, yesterday passed without incident, therefore I deigned not to trouble myself with this pink book of doom. (Which is now responsible for two Draco bruisings! Yay!)
Today, however, was another matter entirely.
Got up this morning with the good old burning desire to wreck havoc on someone. I had a few choices. Hannah Abbott, for the stupid remark she made two days ago (didn't finish homework, got points deduced along with every other Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff in the class), Draco (for existing) or Snape (Also, for existing).
Decided on aggravating SlimyBat, as despite the fact that no matter how bad the eventual punishment is, it's always more satisfying. In fact, I had already thought of a plan on the way down to breakfast, putting me in such a good mood I didn't try to dismember Draco as he passed a snide remark in the corridor.
Aren't I nice?
Unfortunately, I didn't have potions until last today, so my utterly brilliant plan had to wait, as there was no other time I dared execute it.
My good mood stayed firm throughout the day, even allowing me to manage a jovial "Hello!" to Professor Sinistra when I went to talk to her about my career during break. (See? I'm a normal sixteen year old! I plan beyond!) Have decided that one day I'm going to be a writer for Wizarding World, and travel around with some photographer, hopefully male and gorgeous, and write long and sophisticated articles on things like wild Hippogriffs and curses on ancient tombs. Go me!
Anyway, back to the real world, in which I am currently being poked by Cho Chang. Bugger off, I'm writing! Ah good, she's gone. Probably to brush her hair. Grumble.
Then, double potions. Hehehe....
Now, that fateful day when Hannah made her dreadful mistake has been nagging at me ever since. I think to myself, what a brilliant potion, makes an idiot of anyone who drinks it. Such a shame to let it go to waste.
Who better to test it on than SlimyBat himself?
(Random thought. I wonder how much trouble I'd be in if this diary was ever found?)
The primary question was, of course, how was I going to get him to drink it without condemning myself to death by spit poisoning, from the saliva that flies from his gob as he screams obscenities at me?
The answer lies within the caffeine. Like any teacher who ever in their lifetime had to look after the likes Hannah Abbott, SlimyBat needs his hourly dose of coffee.
So, as he was slinking around the class to criticize people's potions, I slipped from my desk (at the front of the room, where he can keep an eye on me. I'm not that much trouble, honestly!) and snuck up to his table, the dregs of my potion from the 8th. Did I mention that I had made a double dose, so the dregs were quite a lot?
After a hurried glance around, I emptied the contents into his coffee, assured that no-one liked SlimyBat enough to dob me in.
"Miss Cantus!"
I had neglected to remind myself of his uncanny sixth sense for being hoodwinked.
"What are you doing?!"
Luckily, he hadn't seen me commit the heinous act. "I'm, uhm, checking the board, Sli-ah, Sir!" Nearly called him Slimy there....whoops... "I couldn't see!"
"Miss Cantus, you have glasses and you sit at the front." Sneering git. Like I didn't know that! "Are you really that blind, or is it just your utter stupidity that makes you misunderstand my instructions? Sit down."
Naturally, I obeyed nice and meekly.
Then he drank his coffee. Wooo! Never Have I laughed so much in my entire life! You can't possibly fathom what a wonderful sight it is too see your most hated teacher sit calmly at his desk, then let out a sudden burst of very, very girlish giggles! The look on his face...! And it didn't stop there! The giggles kept coming! And coming!
...Of course, it would have been much wiser not to laugh...
Still have toad innards under my nails from the first of my two weeks detentions.