AN: Yeah, I know it's been awhile.
Dear Sinister Diary,
Today was, yet again, horrible. Between Dumbledore's senile mentions of "her" and Hermione Granger's incessant hand-raising in class I am getting very annoyed. Though I have made a breakthrough with "her", I was impatient enough to ask Dumbledore who the bloody hell he was talking about. He replied that she was a student and that he was merely asking how she was. This, for some reason does not surprise me.
Dumbledore has always thought that a difference in ages (no matter how large) has little to no importance when it comes to his favourite subject – love. How pathetic he can be. I highly doubt some eleven to seventeen year old girl is going to want to date a man who, like me, is old enough to be their father. It is also unlikely that I would find any of these pathetic beings worth my precious time. All they do is sit around giggling most of the time. Occasionally one gets brave enough to make a remark to me, but that bravery is quickly extinguished by two weeks of detentions with the Squib Filch.
I wish I knew which student Dumbledore keeps talking about. Will I have to stoop to asking or begging him to tell me? I think I might, for not knowing who the girl is has begun to drive me insane.
Severus Snape