Dear Book,

I am so stupid!  And idiotic!  I am just such a complete dumb ass.  You want to know what happened, book?  I'll tell you.

I walked into DADA class, preparing myself for a nice class of sitting in the back and doodling in my notebook.  So, I take my seat, pull out my notebook and start to attempt to draw a picture of my killing Serena, when I heard my name.

"Pritchard?"  Teacher was calling role.  Not that hard to deal with, right?

I raised my hand, not looking up.

"Pritchard?" he called again.

"Here," I said, sounding disgruntled and still not giving him a glance.  Honestly, can't he look up from his list.

"Pritchard?" he said, and I finally noticed that he was sounding a bit astounded.

I looked up and he was staring straight at me, the name Professor Potter scrawled on the chalk board behind him.

"Are you," he started.  "You're not related to Jeremy Pritchard, are you?"

"That's my brother," I said without thinking.  I could have figured it out then, but no.  I'm just too stupid.  I just looked back down at my notebook.

"He was a jack ass."

Yes, that's right.  My teacher just announced that to the whole goddamn class.  Everyone turned to look at me, to see how I would react, I guess.  I told that stupid teacher, "Well, if he ever mentioned you, he probably would have said the same thing."

And a chorus of "ooh"'s went around the class.  "Professor Potter" just moved on to Elliot Ray's name.  And I thought that would be that.  He'd just forget about it, move on, and allow me to doodle for the rest of the class period.

But, no.  No, fucking, no.  He had to call on me later.  Like, half way through the class, I think.  He says, "Ms. Pritchard," and he says this in a snotty voice too.  "Can you tell me what a boggart is?"

Later I would find out that he was simply reviewing with us, trying to figure out exactly what we had been learning for the past five years.  We had actually learned what a boggart was in third year apparently.

"A boggart," I replied after a few minutes of hesitation.  "Isn't that the thing that carries a lantern around?  It lives in swamps, right?"

I swear, everyone in the class slammed their head against their desk.  Okay, not really, but I'm sure at least one of them was thinking about doing that.

"No," said Harry Potter.  "No, that's a hinkypunk.  I can see we'll have to start from the very beginning.  Everyone, please turn in your books to page 3."

To sum up, my teacher, as well as my whole class, hates me.  I'll be waking up with bat boogey on my face, no doubt.

And to top it off, I tried to talk to Tony today at lunch.  That didn't go well at all.  I asked him why he dumped me (probably should have gone for something more subtle, but oh well) and he told me, "Well, haven't you seen me with Serena?  Obviously, it was because I'd rather date her."

Jerk.  Anyways, I'm just going to cry about that for a while.  I'll write later.  Don't know why I just promised to write later in this stupid thing.  It's just a book after all.