Dear Diary,
OMG! Snape is not my bestie. Life feels so weird now!
I am sad.
Guess what? I figured out whose hamster I killed. It was Rookwood's. He cried a lot when he found out, so I tortured him. That was not good! He just cried a lot some more! It was not fun.
Snape seems to be getting his revenge on me very smoothly. Yesterday, I caught him gossiping to Bellatrix about how I am scared of rooster poop and lemons and still wear pull-ups. I got very furious and tried to torture them both, but at that second I slipped on another hamster. A few seconds later, Rookwood came in and started blubbering about how I'd killed his new other hamster. Ah well. I told him to shut up, but he just cried more.
Back to my story. At Hogwarts, I saw Harry Potty! He walked right past Ginny! OMG! I told Ginny, by possessing her mind, to go talk to him, and she went and said hi. Then she walked away! I was so mad that I spilled ink on her other books.
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Okay...maybe it wasn't out of anger...
Hey, where else do you expect me to use the bathroom in a little girl's school bag?
Forget I said anything...okay, back to the story. Over the next month or something (I never did learn how to read a calendar) I strangled more roosters, wrote with more blood, and petrified a lot more people, plus one ghost who needed to screw his head on more tightly.
Oops! Gotta go! Rookwood needs to give me an anger management class now...
Evilly,
LORD VOLDEMORT
AUTHOR'S NOTE: thanks for the cookies...they were delicious. Two chapters in one day, aren't you lucky?