09/02

Dear Journal,

Ok, I'm sorry that I didn't write last night. I was tired last night. Not to mention pissed off cause of that Granger. How does she get the Head Girl dormitory and I don't? I can hear father right now, "Now, now, she's been here longer and she deserves it. You just need to know that you could get it at any time." Blah, blah, blah. Like I care about the fact that I could get it at any time? The thing that matters is now, and now, I'm stuck with 2 other annoying girls that obsess over looks. They're probably popular. Oh yeah, recap on last nights events. This starts at the feast.

"And for those that are here for the first time, I would like for you to get sorted. Professor McGonagall?" said the headmaster, Dumbledore.

Through the doors led a woman and a bunch of students. Then she took out a 3-legged stool and an old hat. One by one, each person got sorted. Oh yes, there was a song too. But do you really think that I would remember a song and all the names? I don't think so!

Oh yes, he Dumbledore made some sort of speech too. Something about Voldemort being merciless, and what happened on the train was an example of his powers. I guess he's able to control Dementors?

I get introduced, which wasn't really good, because the Slytherins were giving me the evil eye. The Hufflepuffs were staring at me weirdly, which kind of creeped me out. I think they're stalkers... Anyways, the cool Ravenclaws were looking all cool. Man, I wanted to be in Ravenclaw... The Gryffindors were just cheering themselves senseless. It probably wasn't because of who I am; I doubt they've heard the name Lionheart. I think it was because of what I did to Malfoy. From what I heard, no one knew how to reverse the spell, so he had to wait until he got here.

Wait. I don't even know how to reverse the spell. Man, I forgot to ask! Ack, that's super not smart.

The feast starts, and guess who comes in? The three resident celebrities. And where's the only place that they can sit? Next to me. Boy, I wish I was a Ravenclaw. But I'm not, so too bad for me. I have to be stuck with a bunch of people that I still don't know if they're arrogant or not. Anyways, well, they ignore me, like they're trying to get me to crack. As if! I'm way too used to getting the silent treatment. And besides, I really don't care.

Guess who the first person to crack was. Ron. Yes, Mr. Ronald Weasley.

"Look, I'm sorry for bothering you, so can we just be friends?"

"Ron! You weren't supposed to say anything!" says Hermione.

"I accept your apology, but decline you offer of friendship. Before you ask, I declined because I don't like your little group for personal reasons," I said. Yes, well it's the truth, isn't it? Well, then the feast ended, I succeeded in following the right prefect (another Weasley, Ginerva I think.) to the Gryffindor tower. There, I went to sleep, which is why I was able to wake up at 5:00. Now, at 6, everyone else is starting to wake up. It's very interesting. Lavender and Pavarti think that going to class without make up is scandalous because of the fact that boys are going to see us. Scandalous my ass! All those chemicals going into your system. And who knows what those chemicals are! It scares me a lot after I read a story where someone put powdered maidenhood root in muggle cosmetics. Maidenhair root causes infertility, in case you were wondering...

I'm out in the common room now. I have just discovered that I can write and walk at the same time. That's a good thing. Now I can freak other people out with my odd skills. Okay, now I'm in the Great Hall; I'll write after I eat.

Okay, done eating. Ugh, the trio again. Maybe I should hit someone. That would be good anger management. Well, anyways, I just got my time table. It looks very uninteresting. I mean, look at it.

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

8:00

Potions

COMC

Potions

HOM

Charms

9:00

Potions

Herbology

Charms

DADA

Math

10:00

DADA

HOM

Trans

Math

Free

11:00

Free

Math

Herbology

Charms

DADA

12:00

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

Lunch

1:00

HOM

DADA

Math

Potions

Trans

2:00

Trans

Charms

Free

Herbology

Trans

Best thing there must be Potions. I mean, you have to love the mixing and brewing. And then there's the fact that you're actually making something that could be useful. That's why I was surprised that more than half the Gryffindors in my class were complaining. I guess they must all suck at doing something as simple as putting together some ingredients. Oh well. Wait! Something just came to me! The Potions Master. Severus Snape I think his name was. He hates Gryffindors like us. Oh no, I'm a Gryffindor... Why sorting hat, why! I still wish that I was a Ravenclaw. And of what I've read, I think I would have made a good Slytherin too. Well, I can't exactly dwell on the past, and I want to be early for class. Maybe I'll be able to sit by myself. Oh well, I'll write at lunch or my free period. I hear that the library is excellent...

Potions class was great! We started the Polyjuice Potion. I already made it at home before (under supervision of my mom of course), so it was all good. The other thing that made me happy was that I didn't have to sit next to anyone. Especially not next to Longbottom. Can you believe that he completely melted his cauldron? He melted it on his first day! Is he an idiot, or what? I mean, he's scared of Snape. I wonder how he got in Gryffindor. Hufflepuff would have been the perfect house for him.

Yes, well in class, I actually earned some points! Not that it counts, because that Longbottom fool and Granger lost all them. I believe that we're last now. I really don't see where that rumor that Snape hates Gryffindors came from. I mean, he was perfectly nice to me. Sure, he asked questions that would've been on the N.E.W.T.'s, but it's all cool. As long as I answered all the questions right, it really didn't matter to me.

Defense Against the Dark Arts was good too. We studied Dementors, since we already encountered them. Then we tried the Patronus Spell. Potter, Granger, and I were the only people that got it.

Arghs. Why is it that I must always be interrupted by the trio? They should die. Die a very painful death. Mwhahahaha. Oops, they're coming this way. I should fake study. Oh yes, conversation.

"Hello," says a very cautious Granger.

"Hi," I say. Jeez, when will they understand that I want nothing to do with them?

"Oh, what are you reading?" she asks. I really want to hit her at the moment. But I can hear father saying, "You shouldn't hit people. Violence is not the answer. That was shown by Gandhi." Well you know what father? You aren't here to tell me what to do. But first, I shall try a peaceful approach.

"Please leave me alone," I say. Peaceful enough for you?

"Why? I mean, we've only tried to be your friend," says Granger.

"Like I said before, I don't want to be your little friend."

"Well you seem all alone, and we thought that you would want our-"

"What Granger? Pity? Because I don't need it from annoyances like you." Oh, take that Granger and Co.

"Well you don't have to be rude."

"Actually, you're the one who's been rude. I ask you to leave me alone, I don't want to be your friends, and what do you do? You just keep annoying me anyways." In your face! And I still have ammunition. I think. Ok, so I don't. but they don't have to know that.

"Fine. We'll just leave," she says. She walks away, followed by Weasley. Potter however, stays there.

"What do you want now?" I ask. Sure, it's not polite, but that's the way I am when I'm pissed off. You got a problem about it? What are you going to do, wave your pages at me?

"Just to let you know, although they probably won't be there for you if you're in trouble, I will," he says. And then he leaves. I really don't know what to say about it right now. I mean, I hate him, but there he is, saying that he's going to be there for me. I don't get it. Arghs. I hate when I'm confused.

Oh, I should go to lunch now. I'll write later, probably after classes. I have... History of Magic next after this. I heard that people go to sleep during that. It can't be that boring. I mean, it's our history, right? Okay, bye, later, hungry!

Oh jeez, they were all right! HOM right now. That stands for History of Magic. Who freaking cares about goblin wars! Goblins should die. All of them. Well, except for the Gringotts ones. I mean, someone needs to guard our money besides humans. We're much too greedy and untrustful. You want to know why? It's because we have a bigger brain. See, we can think better.

Ok, that sounded stupid. Ignore me.

Anyways, did you know that the professor is dead? So we're getting taught by a ghost. Yes, so very odd. Ha, I almost feel bad for Granger. She has to stay awake to take notes. Luckily, Father made me a quill that writes down whatever is being said. And Mother thought that he was making nonsense.

I often wonder about my parents. My father was the smart one. He was always reading when I was at home. Not to mention, he owns a company that publishes books. So, I get to know all the newest books coming out. Sometimes I can get them early too. Oh yeah, about my mother. Well, I've mentioned that she's extremely beautiful. Not to mention that she looks like she's in her early-20s. One time, some guy thought she was my sister, and started hitting on her. My father came pretty quickly for shoo him off. My mother's kind of smart. She went to college with my father, and then they got engaged. I still wonder how they met. They say it was at a party, and I guess they're telling the truth. But that doesn't make me stop making up stories in my head.

Oh, class is over. I'll try to write after Transfiguration. Notice the 'try'. If I don't get back to you today, I'll get back in a couple months. Just kidding. I'll write ASAP.

-Trinity