EN: This was the chapter when the awful thought occurred to me that Tara was basing her version of Hogwarts off her own school … I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight.

And Light, we are not starting this shit again.

AN: Preps, stop flaming the story you're just jealous. (EN: I side with Light, here. Why would we be jealous of 10'000 so-called 'flames'.) So fuck you, okay? Go to hell! Raven fangs for the help!

Well, we had Divination next so I got to ask Professor Trelawney about the visions.

"Konnichiwa, everybody come in," said Professor Sinistra in Japanese. (EN: Sinister? I thought the teacher was Proff Trevolry? You said it IN THE PREVIOUS SENTENCE!) She smiled at me with her Gothic black lipstick. She's the coolest fucking teacher ever. She had long, dead, black hair (EN: She has long, dead, black hair? That sounds extremely unattractive, I mean hair is usually dead, but really!) with blood red tips and red eyes. (Her Mom was a vampire. She's also half Japanese so she speaks it and everything. She and Bloody Mary get along great.) (EN: Does anyone else find it strange that the whole school knows a teachers backstory, and she's great friends with one of the students? Because Tara doesn't.) She's really young for a teacher. (EN: Because old people can't be cool at all. They just have Alzheimers.) Today she was wearing a black leather top with red lace and a long Gothic black ripped dress. We went inside the black classroom with posters of Emily the Strange.I raised my hand. I was wearing some black nail polish with red pentagrams on it.

"What is it, Ebony?" she asked. "Hey, I love your nail polish. Where'd you get it, Hot Topic?"

"Yeah," I answered. All the preps who didn't know what Hot Topic was gave me weird looks. (EN: With the way you're always going on about it, I'd have thought even the blondest preps would know Hot Topic by now. Half the school's population doesn't wear anything else.) I gave them the middle finger. (EN: Ebony, Ebony, Ebony, why must you always be such a bitch?) "Well I have to talk to you about some things. When do you want to do it?"

"How about now?" she asked. (EN: Don't you have a class to teach? No?I suppose no-one ever learns anything there anyway, so it doesn't matter much. But still.)

"Okay," I said.

"Okay, class fucking dismissed everyone," Professor Trelawney said, (EN: and now we're back to Trevolry. Where'd Sinister go? Or are they just split personalities?) and she let everyone go. "Except for you, Brittany," she pointed at Brittany and some other preps. (EN: Are all the preps called Brittany now? Learn from Tara, people, Preps aren't worth individual names and identities!) "Please do exorcize (Get it?) 1 on page 3."

"Okay, I'm having lots of visions," I said in a worried voice. "I'm so worried. Is Draco going to die?"

Well, she gave me a black crystal ball to look in. I looked at it.

"What do you see?" she asked.

I said, "I see a black, Gothic skull and a pentagram."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked at it. It was Draco. He was looking really sexy wearing a black leather jacket, a black Gothic Linkin Park t-shirt and black Converse shoes.

"Okay you can go now, see you, cunt," said Professor Sinistra. (EN: Because, it's completely normal and appropriate from teachers to call students 'cunts'. Also, Ebony couldn't have been in there 5 minutes, you cancelled class to have her look at skulls and pentagrams?)

"Bye, bitch," I said, waving. (EN: And she didn't get detention? Wait, she's 'goffic' and when you're goffic you're just too cool not to swear.)

I went to Draco and Vampire was sitting next to him. We both followed Draco together and I was so exhibited. (EN: … Exhibited? Exhibited? I suppose she would feel exhibited with all the leather she wears, but why is she thinking about now? Her precious Draco is going to be murdered. It could be 'excited' misspelled, but that makes even less sense in the context. "Oh yay, I can't wait Draco's going to die." It's seems more the reaction of the readers than Draco's supposed true love.)