Dear Repugnant Diary,
Today Dumbledore returned from being "on holiday" as he prefers to refer to it as. His sunburn is beginning to peel. And his beard is in multiple braids. In short, he looks ridiculous. How I wish I could get out of this castle for a - in my opinion - well-deserved break. These ignorant children that I am forced to teach are wearing on me. One of the first year Hufflepuffs nearly blew up the entire castle earlier, dunderhead that he is. Hmmm... Going on holiday could also be a convenient way to avoid Miss Granger and her inappropriate thoughts.
Damn that girl and her adoration. Or rather, damn me and my inability to say no. Dumbledore heard about the incident, of course. There isn't a bloody thing that goes on in this castle that he doesn't hear about one way or another – even when he's on holiday. He actually encouraged me to continue teaching the insufferable girl. I flat out told him that doing so would be unacceptable and that if it was really necessary for her to learn that he could teach her himself.
The old man just chuckled and said, "One day, Severus, you will thank me." Giving me a nod, he then he walked off. Merlin, what am I supposed to make of this? What is the senile man trying to tell me? With Dumbledore, one never knows until the end, when he then says that he knew it all along.
Oh, bloody hell, the post is here, and there's a note from Dumbledore.
Severus,
I think it imperative that you continue to meet with Miss Granger to give her lessons on Occlumency. I've sent a note to her. She'll be at your office tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning. (It is a Saturday, you know.)
Kindest Regards,
Albus
It would seem that I'm giving Miss Granger lessons again. If there's one thing I've learned from my years at Hogwarts, it is that one does not question Albus Dumbledore.
Severus Snape