i do not care how important it is. you are loud and irritating and i wish you would stop bellowing all through the halls about it. some of us are trying to learn at this school, you know.
i hate it here.
no. there is a better word. despise.
i despise it here. i despise all my noisy stupid housemates. i despise stupid childish pranks. i despise being attacked by a book i never wanted in the first place and i despise being forced to write in it just to get it to let go of my robes.
someone, anyone, please make my mother leave me alone.
perhaps i shall tell her about andromeda's mongrel and she will have something else to be angry at and then i can hide in my bedroom for the rest of the summer.
narcissa, when will you be home? may i come see you?
we have to write nine inches on a constellation this week and i do not want to write one on leo because it is too obvious and i am sure all the other gryffindors will choose it anyhow.
can you come up to the astronomy tower with me and help me choose one and then do research?