Diary: 10 Sept '92
Dear Diary,
I'm not sure there's a polite way to put this, but Professor Snape is… insufferable. His entire demeanor seems crafted to unnerve and provoke, as if irritation were his personal art form. I couldn't hold back today; my temper got the best of me, and I snapped. Not my finest moment. At least I left the class as quickly as I entered it, but I've likely drawn more attention to myself than I intended.
On a brighter note, the sun was warm and inviting today. I spent hours lying on the grass, letting the peace of the outdoors wash over me, something I haven't been able to do in ages. It was exactly the escape I needed after that encounter in Potions.
I'm determined to avoid Snape's class in the future, but I wonder if it's even possible. Moments like these require responsibility—or perhaps just resilience. For now, I'll live with it and hope to keep a low profile despite this rough start.
In more magical news, I've managed to harness the basics of spellwork, and there's something indescribable about feeling magic course through me. It's raw, otherworldly, and strange, yet deeply exhilarating. The sensation is like discovering a part of myself that was always there, dormant.
Until next time, Diary.