Chapter 4
June 24, First Year
I don't know why I even bother with this journal, except that it might be a good reference material if I want to remember my earlier years. I have decided that this "journal" could be of some use to me yet.
Colin is awake; I can breath again.
I had been visiting him once a week. I made sure to stay way as soon as I found out that they had raised enough Mandrake Root to use on them. But I ran into Madame Pomphry today.
She told me news that made my blood run cold.
"Mr. Pritchard, nice to see you."
"You too, Madame Pomphry." I tried to treat adults respectfully because it actually helps with your grades when teachers see you being nice.
"You might want to visit the Hospital Wing, Mr. Pritchard. Colin was asking about you." She smiled, slightly, not knowing that this news disturbed me deeply.
Colin wouldn't forget that I was once his friend, I realized. I knew this before, but it never seemed as concerned me as much as it did now.
I don't want to leave him behind me. I know that in my past entry I said that I would succeed when he succeeded, but now I see that was an ignorant assumption.
He has been unconscious for most of the school year! He needs tutors to study for his exams. Most likely, he won't pass to his second year. Part of me regrets this.
But the other part could sing. I would no longer have to see him staring at me during potions. I would no longer have to give him cold, unfriendly looks because he is a Gryffindor. Oh, yes, not seeing him could be great.
I blame one person for this indecision. A girl. One I had noticed before. I don't know her first name, just the one Professor Snape uses in his conversations with her. The one that seems to go the same way every day.
"Weasley!"
"What? I mean, yes, Professor Snape." Here she always sounds surprised as if she doesn't know why anyone would be talking to her.
"I have noticed that you were nearly falling asleep in your caldron. You wouldn't want to burn your freckles off, now, would you?" This statement is followed by a round of laughs, including mine.
Weasley turns a deep red, that deep red that always makes me stop laughing, and begins to work hastily.
Though she put on that shy innocent look to the world, I can tell what she really is. A murder. She destroyed my best friends life. I will get her back one day for this. (As long as she's not that deep red color.)
A/N: Dun, dun, dun. End of his first year, the next will be second year, we'll be concentrating on his feelings, and relationships.