I sent her a letter back. I'm feeling kind of jittery. My hands are shkaign adn I cna barlye wreit tihs... I maen...
Dear Diary,
Okay. A quite charm and I'm all good. I'm not nervous. I'm just- . That spell didn't do shit for me! Flitwick is such a moron teacher. I guess getting kicked out before you finish the lesson doesn't necessarily mean that you've mastered the calming spell... but that was a year ago! I've changed since then! Now I'm more... well...I'm handsomer. Stronger. More brawny and intelligent. And I really do get around with the women. Well, I could.
Except that "the women"- hell, the woman, well, I'm angry at her. And everyone in my house. I'm basically pissed at them for... well, for making me pissed. Best reason ever. Go figure.
But how could a guy not be stressed out when his lunatic grandmother is back- sort of- he's getting failing grades in charms class, and his archenemy just broke up with the girl of his dreams? I don't even know why I'm not overjoyed at the last one. Why aren't I happy about this? Now I have even more of a chance to go out with my beloved Pansy... But I expected her to be sad. She wasn't. I wanted her to cry on my shoulder, and she didn't. But I think I might have cried. Barely.
I was damn sexy while I did it, at least. Girls go for that. Lots of them.
Just not Slytherin girls.
And Draco, what was up with him? "Weren't you the one who liked her, anyway?" Well, yeah, but... I mean, he's the one who fucking dated her. The one who possibly fucking, well, fucked her. So why did he just... let go? I feel as if we were playing tug-of-war, and both of them just dropped the rope... and it was me that fell from taking on all of its weight. Or whatever the analogy should be.
And now I'm just lying on the ground with a rope on top of me... well, I'm actually on the top branch of a nice climbing tree. Hiding. And giving the middle finger to all the passerby, since they can't see me anyway.
More later. There's a cute Ravenclaw girl below me...
Hey, since I'm giving the rest of my house the silent treatment, why not?
If only to look?
-Theodority