Friday, June 18, 1976
Dear Diary,
This summer is definitely not turning out the way I imagined. When Emmeline, Dorcas, Marlene, and I sat by the lake, unwinding after an exam, we were planning for trips to the beach in Majorca and long, crazy nights at the discos in London.
I was not at all expecting for Professor Dumbledore to spring a Transfiguration project on us. Isn't all the stress from exams enough? Why should we even have summer work?
Worst of all, though, is the fact that this summer project involves partners. Not that having partners is bad, necessarily. I wouldn't have minded if Dorcas and I could have wrote an essay together while we sat in front of Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. That actually conjures quite a nice scene in my head.
Dorcas and I sitting under a red and white striped umbrella, nursing root beer floats and wearing flip-flops. Occasionally jotting down a sentence on our loose-leaf paper to make it look like we're working, when really we're trying to scout out the shoppers walking past for hot guys our age.
No, all of that is apparently out of the question. There will be no ice cream parlors, no scouting for hot guys, and no red and white umbrellas.
Dumbledore picked our partners for us.
Dumbledore picked our partners for us.
Dumbledore picked our partners for us.
Now, he says it was random and that he picked out of a hat. However, I don't believe that for a second. If it was random, then I could have been paired up with virtually anyone. I could be working with Severus Snape or Gilderoy Lockhart. Both of those sound pretty good compared to my current partner.
I have been assigned to complete a project with James Potter.