September 5th 9.34 p.m.
Dear diary,
What did I write again, three days ago, about "on the edge of a nervous breakdown"?
Well, I think I quite am over the edge now. Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew are officially appointed the nails on my coffin; I am quite serious.
It all started three days ago- just after my class. They were pestering Severus Snape again, and…well, I have to admit I don't really like him either. He's in an almost obsessive way interested in the Dark Arts… and I agree with Potter on this subject- I hate the Dark Arts with a passion. Perhaps it is wrong of me, but growing up in Grindelwald's time has taught me at least something: to fear the Dark Arts. I am not easily frightened, but I have learnt that there are things one has to be afraid of. But I am straying off the subject, yet again.
Because it was "Marauders (especially Potter and Black, as always) against Severus", and I don't like uneven fights, I interfered and took ten points each from Gryffindor. And none from Slytherin… I mean, the Snape kid was hanging upside down from the ceiling- I almost had pity on him.
So I stopped their fun and they decided to take revenge on me. Oh, I believe they didn't really mean it- they aren't bad… even Potter and Black aren't mean kids. But they took revenge- a so-called prank, and I am not going to tell you all the details, but it involved cat food and miniature plush kittens which kept on meowing. And a bucket of… well, whatever it was, but it looked very… green. Ever-Exploding Fireworks were included in the mix. Shake well. Well, I suppose you get the picture. It probably was funny, but I wasn't exactly in the mood. Well, have you ever had a bucketful of… green mystery-substance start humming some cat food commercial in your face?
I rather exploded, dear diary; they were actually surprised. And the surprise grew bigger and bigger. Minus twenty points each and two weeks of detention. Well, they had their little fun, hadn't they? I was furious… even though Remus Lupin- a prefect, by the way- assured me that the green fluid was a totally innocent substance. I didn't really care, actually. I still don't. They had their fun… now let me have mine.
I need my bit of fun, really. Albus makes me go crazy… I love him, I love him, but I hereby solemnly swear that I am going to try to forget him. After all, he only is my boss and my dearest friend. That was irony, by the way;
I do need a bit of fun.
Especially since Professor Nemesis Aurora, my dear colleague who teaches the most wonderful art of divination is irritating me more than ever. Professor Aurora… who's name is actually Brown, but that name didn't fit with her "aura", constantly tries to read my hand, or my aura, or anything else she could possibly read. Then, she usually implies things about the Headmaster and I. She's a gossip, of course; and a fraud, yes. For I have absolutely no feelings for Albus. No. No. No.
It's just that I never speak ill of my colleagues…
Goodnight.
Dear diary,
What did I write again, three days ago, about "on the edge of a nervous breakdown"?
Well, I think I quite am over the edge now. Potter, Black, Lupin and Pettigrew are officially appointed the nails on my coffin; I am quite serious.
It all started three days ago- just after my class. They were pestering Severus Snape again, and…well, I have to admit I don't really like him either. He's in an almost obsessive way interested in the Dark Arts… and I agree with Potter on this subject- I hate the Dark Arts with a passion. Perhaps it is wrong of me, but growing up in Grindelwald's time has taught me at least something: to fear the Dark Arts. I am not easily frightened, but I have learnt that there are things one has to be afraid of. But I am straying off the subject, yet again.
Because it was "Marauders (especially Potter and Black, as always) against Severus", and I don't like uneven fights, I interfered and took ten points each from Gryffindor. And none from Slytherin… I mean, the Snape kid was hanging upside down from the ceiling- I almost had pity on him.
So I stopped their fun and they decided to take revenge on me. Oh, I believe they didn't really mean it- they aren't bad… even Potter and Black aren't mean kids. But they took revenge- a so-called prank, and I am not going to tell you all the details, but it involved cat food and miniature plush kittens which kept on meowing. And a bucket of… well, whatever it was, but it looked very… green. Ever-Exploding Fireworks were included in the mix. Shake well. Well, I suppose you get the picture. It probably was funny, but I wasn't exactly in the mood. Well, have you ever had a bucketful of… green mystery-substance start humming some cat food commercial in your face?
I rather exploded, dear diary; they were actually surprised. And the surprise grew bigger and bigger. Minus twenty points each and two weeks of detention. Well, they had their little fun, hadn't they? I was furious… even though Remus Lupin- a prefect, by the way- assured me that the green fluid was a totally innocent substance. I didn't really care, actually. I still don't. They had their fun… now let me have mine.
I need my bit of fun, really. Albus makes me go crazy… I love him, I love him, but I hereby solemnly swear that I am going to try to forget him. After all, he only is my boss and my dearest friend. That was irony, by the way;
I do need a bit of fun.
Especially since Professor Nemesis Aurora, my dear colleague who teaches the most wonderful art of divination is irritating me more than ever. Professor Aurora… who's name is actually Brown, but that name didn't fit with her "aura", constantly tries to read my hand, or my aura, or anything else she could possibly read. Then, she usually implies things about the Headmaster and I. She's a gossip, of course; and a fraud, yes. For I have absolutely no feelings for Albus. No. No. No.
It's just that I never speak ill of my colleagues…
Goodnight.