September 26th
8 p.m.
Dear diary,
Question: Aren't the Marauders absolute darlings?
Answer: No.
Oh, for Heaven's sake, they are 6th years, they should know something about "responsibility" by now. Unfortunately, they don't. Well, okay, Lupin *tries* to calm down Potter and Black… a little… sometimes. Of course, all his efforts are totally in vain. James Potter and Sirius Black will never, never ever, grow up. And Pettigrew… well, he just follows. You know… Potter and Black are his idols, and whatever they do is good.
I don't like that kid, Pettigrew. He is quite respectful, you know, and he tries his best in class, but I still think he's a slimy little git.
And yes, yes, perhaps I just am prejudiced or whatever… I am not in the mood to give a damn. Period.
I still haven't told you what happened, though. Well… you know about the detention I've given them a few weeks ago… I thought it would quite calm them down for at least a month. Big mistake, of course. Yesterday, I caught them while they were sneaking off to Hogsmeade. They were using one of the secret corridors… I don't know how they know them, but they do. Weird.
Unfortunately, I had the strange idea to check it during my evening patrol… call it teacher's intuition. I had transformed, of course, so they didn't notice me as I hid in the shadows. Their faces when I transformed back were actually amusing, though I didn't feel like laughing at all. We are so going to lose the House Cup… and Slytherin is leading. We'll probably be the first house to ever have a negative score at the end of the year. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
But. Nemesis. Won't. Beat. Me. Or. My. Little. Cubs.
Thanks to our dear Marauders, she will, though. Hell, hell, hell… hell.
But you know what the worst thing is, dear diary? That, so as not to lose more points, I suppose, Black made a total idiot of him and tried his "irresistible" smile on me. Oh, I wish you'd seen him, diary, as he "seductively" stroked his hair from his brow… Then, he bloody winked at me.
I couldn't help it- I produced what probably sounded like a weak giggle. I immediately almost literally hit myself and cast him one of *my* famous looks in return. The Don't-You-Try-That-Ever-Again-look. The I-Can-Turn-You-Into-A-Toad-By-One-Movement-Of-My-Wand-look. I really can, by the way. That's why I am a Transfigurations Professor. I've never done it, though. But I have been tempted many times. Yet no-one has ever tempted me like Sirius Black has… in slightly an other way as he intended to, though.
Seriously, what was the boy thinking? I am perhaps not yet forty, but I am ugly, old and irritating. He was of course only trying to save himself, but yet…
Well, okay, alright, I flatter myself that I am not ugly and old (I am irritating, though!). I *have* a good figure, I guess, and I like my hair- it's black, you know, real black, not dark brown.
But what am I blabbing about here? If only Albus noticed those things, and not Sirius Black or another one of the average of four kids a year who have crushes on me.
I hate it when kids have crushes on me. It's the doom of the teacher, I know, but it's weird and irritating. They just stare at you, you know, but when you say something, they don't hear you.. Then, they become all red and run off.
It's tiring, you know.
It's weird, you know.
And it is exactly the thing I do when Albus talks to me.
Hell.
…
Albus, Albus, Albus! Love me! Love me! Love me!
… this was the last, desperate cry of a middle-aged witch spinster on a lonely Friday night.
Goodnight.
8 p.m.
Dear diary,
Question: Aren't the Marauders absolute darlings?
Answer: No.
Oh, for Heaven's sake, they are 6th years, they should know something about "responsibility" by now. Unfortunately, they don't. Well, okay, Lupin *tries* to calm down Potter and Black… a little… sometimes. Of course, all his efforts are totally in vain. James Potter and Sirius Black will never, never ever, grow up. And Pettigrew… well, he just follows. You know… Potter and Black are his idols, and whatever they do is good.
I don't like that kid, Pettigrew. He is quite respectful, you know, and he tries his best in class, but I still think he's a slimy little git.
And yes, yes, perhaps I just am prejudiced or whatever… I am not in the mood to give a damn. Period.
I still haven't told you what happened, though. Well… you know about the detention I've given them a few weeks ago… I thought it would quite calm them down for at least a month. Big mistake, of course. Yesterday, I caught them while they were sneaking off to Hogsmeade. They were using one of the secret corridors… I don't know how they know them, but they do. Weird.
Unfortunately, I had the strange idea to check it during my evening patrol… call it teacher's intuition. I had transformed, of course, so they didn't notice me as I hid in the shadows. Their faces when I transformed back were actually amusing, though I didn't feel like laughing at all. We are so going to lose the House Cup… and Slytherin is leading. We'll probably be the first house to ever have a negative score at the end of the year. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
But. Nemesis. Won't. Beat. Me. Or. My. Little. Cubs.
Thanks to our dear Marauders, she will, though. Hell, hell, hell… hell.
But you know what the worst thing is, dear diary? That, so as not to lose more points, I suppose, Black made a total idiot of him and tried his "irresistible" smile on me. Oh, I wish you'd seen him, diary, as he "seductively" stroked his hair from his brow… Then, he bloody winked at me.
I couldn't help it- I produced what probably sounded like a weak giggle. I immediately almost literally hit myself and cast him one of *my* famous looks in return. The Don't-You-Try-That-Ever-Again-look. The I-Can-Turn-You-Into-A-Toad-By-One-Movement-Of-My-Wand-look. I really can, by the way. That's why I am a Transfigurations Professor. I've never done it, though. But I have been tempted many times. Yet no-one has ever tempted me like Sirius Black has… in slightly an other way as he intended to, though.
Seriously, what was the boy thinking? I am perhaps not yet forty, but I am ugly, old and irritating. He was of course only trying to save himself, but yet…
Well, okay, alright, I flatter myself that I am not ugly and old (I am irritating, though!). I *have* a good figure, I guess, and I like my hair- it's black, you know, real black, not dark brown.
But what am I blabbing about here? If only Albus noticed those things, and not Sirius Black or another one of the average of four kids a year who have crushes on me.
I hate it when kids have crushes on me. It's the doom of the teacher, I know, but it's weird and irritating. They just stare at you, you know, but when you say something, they don't hear you.. Then, they become all red and run off.
It's tiring, you know.
It's weird, you know.
And it is exactly the thing I do when Albus talks to me.
Hell.
…
Albus, Albus, Albus! Love me! Love me! Love me!
… this was the last, desperate cry of a middle-aged witch spinster on a lonely Friday night.
Goodnight.