Dear Book,
Well, it's November now and I don't really feel all that guilty about not writing in this since then. But a lot of things have happened since that last entry.
About two weeks ago, stupid Professor Potter made me stay after class.
"Alright, Pritchard," he said, leaning back in his seat and smirking at me. "You are doing a spectacularly bad job in this class."
"Gee, thanks for the tact," I told him, wiping the grin of his face.
"So, I suggest that we find you a tutor-"
"No problem, I'll ask Aimee."
"-And I was thinking of myself."
I paused for a second. "What?"
"I will help you pass this class. You seem to have a difficult time grasping the concepts-"
"Which concepts? 'Cause I'm sure after a few lessons I should be head of the class." I was trying to sound positive to get him of my case. It's not like I want to spend more time than possible with him.
"Well, your having trouble with all the concepts," he looked a little sheepish at bringing this up, as if he was afraid to hurt my feelings.
"And why can't Aimee do it?"
"I asked her, she didn't want to." (Not to self: hit Aimee. Wait, this was a couple weeks ago and I already have.)
"Oh," I said, quietly.
"We'll start Wednesday. Oh, and be sure to bring your own quill. I can't keep giving them to you." And he turned back to his paperwork.
I didn't tell him that I only asked for a quill once… alright, twice. I just left. However, Wednesday I had to come back.
"Ms. Pritchard," Professor Potter had said. "Please, have a seat."
I took a seat, deciding to just get this over with. However, we both learned that it wouldn't be a 'just get this over with' type of thing. It's going to be a hard, taking-two-or-three-months-to-do type of thing. Yay. Please note the sarcasm. However, that meeting, we did manage to keep the arguing to a minimum.
The second day, we got in a bit of a quarrel.
Potter had asked me something and I didn't know the answer. He had shaken his head, and turned to write the answer on the chalk board, like he usually did when I got something wrong. However, this time I heard him say something. "Useless. Just like Pritchard was."
It didn't make sense at first. And then I realized that he was talking about my brother.
"Okay," I said angrily, jumping out of my seat. "First off, I'd like to clear up that I am not my brother. We are two entirely different people. Secondly, Jeremy is not useless and he never was. The only reason you don't like him was because he successfully tricked you. That's right. He got the best of the 'Perfect Harry Potter.' He must have been useless," I finished, shaking with anger.
Professor Potter didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, he said, "Funny. I thought you said he never mentioned me."
Okay, so sometimes, I need to think before I lie.
"You're dismissed, Pritchard," he said, sitting down at his desk. "I'll see you next Wednesday."
And that Wednesday, there was no mention of the previous scene.
Anyway, next Saturday is the first Hogsmeade trip. And you'll never guess who I'm going with…
Tony. Yes, we are officially back together. Girlish scream Of course, Serena hates me now, but I can definitely live with that. When he asked me back out, he even brought me flowers. How cute is that? I'll answer for you because your just a book. It's very cute.
He did apologize for dumping me. I know, I should refuse, but I couldn't help it. I mean, he doesn't make sense for him to ask me out if he still liked Serena, does it? No, it doesn't.
Alright, I think I hear Camille. I'll write more later.
