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[27 Jul 2008|03:25pm] |
In a fit of pique, I flung this journal out of a window a few days ago. I was merely walking around and then it started making an awful racket in my bag, simply because I had not opened it to write anything in quite some time. I don't think that this is fair. Why should I have to read everyone else's pitiful ramblings about their banal lives, or be subjected to a book caterwauling at me?
Anyway, I'm doing as the wretched thing wants me to, and writing a diary entry, after fishing around in the bushes outside for it for quite some time. Luckily it was quite easy to find, as it was still making that godforsaken noise. I am not sure what precisely one normally writes in a diary, as I have never kept one before. I could say something about how I am entirely unsurprised about these latest findings about Dumbledore, but that goes without saying. I could also say something about our new teachers but I feel that has been covered in school gossip. In any case, naturally I support them in every way, and I believe that all sensible people would say the same thing.
The water pressure in the school showers is inadequate of late, but this school is in Scotland, after all. I would expect nothing different of a place where people eat haggis, do not wear underwear, and routinely name their children things like Hamish. In fact, I am grateful that the building is not crumbling around me as I sit here and write this diary entry, which is incidentally yet another example of my literary genius. When I was younger I wanted to be an author, for a brief period. I wanted to write about a child (who was me disguised flimsily with brown hair) riding a dragon around and killing people who annoyed me, such as my tutor at the time and one of Mother's friends who used to pinch my cheeks so hard that they were red for hours. I would still quite like to do this, except the people whose skin I would singe with my Ukrainian Ironbelly would probably be annoying Gryffindors and teachers who set us overly long essays. Professor McGonagall, you are vaguely implied here.
I am bored. I may finish reading my Dark Arts textbook. It's interesting stuff, after all. Useful, too.
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[04 Jul 2008|12:55am] |
I really hope that people start to be interesting on these journals soon, although I doubt that that will ever happen while the population of Hogwarts continues to be so banal.
Oh well. I hope everyone had a satisfactory summer. Mine was fine. I'm surprised that so many people are being so childish and ridiculous about the new changes at our school - I'm sure that our new Head Boy and Girl and prefects will do an excellent job. Well, not the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor ones, but everyone knows that Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors are ineffectual in every way so I'm sure that that won't come as a shock. Anyway, many congratulations to Blaise, Daphne, Theodore, Millicent, and of course, Pansy.
Speaking of ineffectual Gryffindors, it is nice not to be confronted with those three surly faces topped with appalling hair every time I see the Gryffindor table. It was always a horrible shock, particularly first thing in the morning. I do not like mornings. Hogwarts does not do breakfast very well, the coffee is appalling and it is very cheap marmalade, and to top it off, the last thing I needed was to see that scarred visage growling across at me. All together now: three cheers for Potter's absence, and a very hearty welcome to our new teachers.
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