September 20th
1 p.m.
Dear diary,
Oh, great. Oh, great.
The Ugly Old Bat of Evilness has managed to corrupt my friends. Oh lovely, isn't it? Life is wonderful. Or…wait… no, it isn't!
Yes, my dear diary, you read this well: Nemesis Aurora has made Rolanda Hooch and Poppy Pomfrey just as crazy as she herself is. Well, okay, not that crazy… just crazy enough to believe that it is their Holy Task to couple me and Albus. Which is ridiculous and childish. But isn't that exactly what Nemesis is: an old, extremely ridiculous, childish person.
And Rolanda and Poppy… well, I should have known it, of course. I like them- they're quite my best friends- but Rolanda is perhaps a tad childish… okay, she's very childish… and Poppy is, and has always been, way too "shippy". Even when we were still in school…She always tried to match everyone with everyone, and though things usually didn't work out at all, she gave everyone quite a lot of embarrassing situations… and especially me. Yes. I never had boyfriends, and for some reason she seemed to think that I desperately needed one. I didn't, by the way. I've never thought of one man other than Albus since… NO, NO, NO, NO! Don't think about Albus! Don't, don't, don't! What I was just trying to say is, that Poppy's totally relationship-obsessed… she once tried to get me on a date with Tom Riddle.
Yes. That Tom Riddle.
Lord Voldemort, yes, dear diary. Luckily, since I hated him and he despised me, we never got any further than my "Out of my way, Riddle." and his "ever-polite" "Shut it, McGonagall."… Ah, Tom Riddle, always a challenge for one's temper. And when one possesses a particularly quick temper, like mine… But let me not spill words on him.
He already is a too big part of my life. The battle against him, that is. It's now two years ago, since he started, "came to power", as some tend to put it. I don't, though. Tom Riddle -"Voldemort", as he so ridiculously calls himself- contains only of evilness, and evilness can never mean power.
Or perhaps it can, but I am not in a mood to give a damn.
Because I am terribly straying of my subject again. Tom Riddle is evil but he does not matter right now- what matters is the fact that Rolanda Hooch is now constantly winking at me, in an "Albus and Minerva, sittin' in a tree" way. And I was so glad she stopped singing that song when we started teaching here. Thank you very much, Nemesis!
But I know out of experience that there is one thing more dangerous that Rolanda Hooch's winks.
It is the dreamy expression in Poppy's eyes.
Goodbye.
1 p.m.
Dear diary,
Oh, great. Oh, great.
The Ugly Old Bat of Evilness has managed to corrupt my friends. Oh lovely, isn't it? Life is wonderful. Or…wait… no, it isn't!
Yes, my dear diary, you read this well: Nemesis Aurora has made Rolanda Hooch and Poppy Pomfrey just as crazy as she herself is. Well, okay, not that crazy… just crazy enough to believe that it is their Holy Task to couple me and Albus. Which is ridiculous and childish. But isn't that exactly what Nemesis is: an old, extremely ridiculous, childish person.
And Rolanda and Poppy… well, I should have known it, of course. I like them- they're quite my best friends- but Rolanda is perhaps a tad childish… okay, she's very childish… and Poppy is, and has always been, way too "shippy". Even when we were still in school…She always tried to match everyone with everyone, and though things usually didn't work out at all, she gave everyone quite a lot of embarrassing situations… and especially me. Yes. I never had boyfriends, and for some reason she seemed to think that I desperately needed one. I didn't, by the way. I've never thought of one man other than Albus since… NO, NO, NO, NO! Don't think about Albus! Don't, don't, don't! What I was just trying to say is, that Poppy's totally relationship-obsessed… she once tried to get me on a date with Tom Riddle.
Yes. That Tom Riddle.
Lord Voldemort, yes, dear diary. Luckily, since I hated him and he despised me, we never got any further than my "Out of my way, Riddle." and his "ever-polite" "Shut it, McGonagall."… Ah, Tom Riddle, always a challenge for one's temper. And when one possesses a particularly quick temper, like mine… But let me not spill words on him.
He already is a too big part of my life. The battle against him, that is. It's now two years ago, since he started, "came to power", as some tend to put it. I don't, though. Tom Riddle -"Voldemort", as he so ridiculously calls himself- contains only of evilness, and evilness can never mean power.
Or perhaps it can, but I am not in a mood to give a damn.
Because I am terribly straying of my subject again. Tom Riddle is evil but he does not matter right now- what matters is the fact that Rolanda Hooch is now constantly winking at me, in an "Albus and Minerva, sittin' in a tree" way. And I was so glad she stopped singing that song when we started teaching here. Thank you very much, Nemesis!
But I know out of experience that there is one thing more dangerous that Rolanda Hooch's winks.
It is the dreamy expression in Poppy's eyes.
Goodbye.