Thursday 17th March
Dear Diary
Peter here... Well you already know that don't you, I mean with all the other entries... I mean... call me Wormtail, oh wait you can't call me anything, you're an inai-inam-inanimate (is that the word Remus taught me?) object.
I love this charm... it lets me think the words then they appear in my diary.
Hmmm.... I want pudding, I shall go get pudding
Pudding, pudding, pudding song, everybody sing along, puddity, puddity, PUD-DING SONG. Hey I bet I could be famous singing that... I'll be rich, rich and powerful, Mwa ha ha... you must all bow before Wormtail the great almighty... singing... guy... type person.
Tickle the pear, tickle, tickle, tickle... The sequel, I shall call it 'tickler'
"Hello Mr. Peter sir" ha, it's Twinkerberry! My favourite house-elf.
"Hello Twinkerberry" Aww she's bowing, how cute!
"What would you like Mr. Peter sir?" she's always so polite.
"Oh, oh, oh! Butterscotch pudding! With whipped cream... oh and a cherry! Please" Yum, yum, in my tum... third song, whoot!
"Not a problem Mr. Peter sir. Would you, perhaps, like some extra food for you and the other marauders?" Always so thoughtful
"Yes please Twinkerberry" Aww... they're getting me food!
"Thank you guys" wow... heavy "wingardium leviosa" ha, ha, ha it flies!
Walking along singing a... oh dear Merlin, is that footsteps?Oh no, oh no, oh no. It's McGonagall! Hide!
Yum... this pudding is delicious; oh she's gone, RUN
"Password" The fat lady's fat!
"Pinguis era amo vinum" What does that even mean?
"All hail Wormtail the great almighty... singing... guy... type person" Oh Merlin, all the marauders read my diary... Oh Merlin, it's still writing.
"You know Wormtail, pinguis era amo vinum, means 'the fat lady likes wine'" Ha, as if Moony!
"It's true! It's Latin!" ok... Moony's gone mental... now to stop this diary writing
"Terminus fibula"