7th September
Wow. My first week at Hogwarts is over and I'm absolutely shattered! Hermione and I are now sort of friends. I mean, the two of us are loners any way and I think she's muggle-born too. She told me that there are 142 staircases in Hogwarts and that the ceiling in the Great Hall was bewitched to resemble the night sky. She had read it in 'Hogwarts: A History'. She told me to read it, but I recon she knows it well enough for the both of us! She likes to read, Hermione does!
Professor Sprout is the Herbology teacher where we learn about a lot of strange plants and fungi. You come out of her classroom smelling of Dragon dung. Not nice.
Professor Binns is a ghost; Percy told us that he died one day and just continued life as normal. He's not like any of the other ghosts; he's a bit... black and white! He's rather monotone and hard to follow, which probably explains why half our class were sleeping like babies at the end of the History of Magic lesson. A good sleep it was too! (I won't tell if you don't!)
Professor Flitwick is a tiny little man who teaches charms. I like his classes, we're learning wand movements and incantations, but I haven't performed any magic yet... It might have come in handy though because he fell off the pile off books he was standing on... it must have hurt!
Professor Quirrell, who wears a turban on his head, teaches Defence against the Dark Arts. Ron recons he's got a tattoo under there, Harry recons he's a zombie and I said matter-of-factly, "He's probably bald!" Hermione turned round in her chair, folded her arms and nicely told us to "Shut up!" She is nice, I promise! I guess DADA is just judo for witches and wizards!
Professor McGonagall, I forgot to mention was so shocked that I got into Gryffindor and has started talking to me a bit more, now that she's my head of house. She is a strict teacher, but that's because she likes to know everyone is listening. Transfiguration is such a weird subject; I saw her transform into a cat and back into human again. I don't think I ever want to be a cat... I prefer being invisible.
As for this morning, we had potions with Professor Snape- a man in his 30s with long, greasy hair and a long crooked nose. (He could do with a bit of TLC!) Our class was joined by Slytherin; he is a slightly biased head of house, nothing like Professor McGonagall. Anyway, Professor Snape proceeded to have a go at Harry, who was minding his own business and making notes of what was happening in class so far. Hermione knew all the answers to the questions Snape fired at Harry. I was just as clueless as he was- he grew up with muggles just like I did. Harry's parents died at the hand of this guy Voldemort. Voldemort was going to kill Harry, but he disappeared instead and that's why everyone knows who he is. He's famous for something he did as a baby. He told me he doesn't really get it either, apart from the fact he has a lightning bolt scar on his forehead from that frightful night.
I told Harry and Ron that lunchtime when Hermione was in the library about how I was muggle-born. Ever since my brother was born; my parents never seemed to have any time for me. So I had spent a lot of my childhood alone in my bedroom. Harry seemed to understand whilst Ron shrugged it off and told us about his massive family. He was the youngest of all the boys- Charlie, who is in Romania with dragons, Bill who works for Gringotts, then Percy the prefect and Fred and George, the identical twins. Well, I could easily tell the two apart, but Ron didn't seem to be able to. He called up the table to them, and it seems that George was the one who caught my eye that first night! Ginny is his younger sister, but don't think I caught the rest of that conversation!
Besides, back to potions, Professor Snape was particularly negative- he called us all 'dunderheads' and constantly took points from Gryffindor. Firstly because Harry was sarcastic to him, then Neville and Seamus who are also in Gryffindor managed to lose us more points by melting their cauldron and giving Neville red-hot boils. I think it was his aim to make us all feel miserable in front of his precious Slytherins. We must be in negative points already...
The only two people in the class that didn't seem to feel any extent of Professor Snape's wrath were Draco, the blonde haired Slytherin boy, and me. Yes, me. I must have done something right that day!
However, he gave me that look that Professor McGonagall and Ollivander gave me when they first saw me... Peculiar!