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The third chapter is here as promised! Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter, DBZ, or anything else worth owning, I wouldn’t be sitting here, would I?
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Wednesday 7 July
Father and Mother are being very odd to me today. Father keeps picking up Muggle magazines when I walk into the room and Mother is using the world’s supply of waffles in an effort to stop me from noticing the strangely shaped mark on her neck…
Voldie dropped in yesterday. I mean that literally: he’s always been a hopeless flyer. Why he wanted to fly, I don’t know…
Note to self: Teach Voldie how to fly.
Friday 9 July
Caught Voldie in my room today. Don’t know how he got there. Apparated, I suppose. He was looking through my socks drawer. Very strange.
Note to self: make sure to take pictures of Crabbe and Goyle drunk out of socks drawer.
Sunday 11 July
Life sucks. Am grounded for asking father what he was doing the other night. Mother is away on Death Eater business, so there is no one to make waffles for me. Crabbe and Goyle aren’t writing: no surprises there, since they can’t write, but they aren’t trying the fires either. Hmmm…
Note to self: Find out what Crabbe and Goyle are doing. On second thoughts, do I want to know?
Tuesday 13 July
Got a letter from the institute of gay marriages. Crabbe and Goyle are tying the knot…in Ecuador. I have an invitation to their wedding ceremony. Am not going. Why did I not know before this? Why???????
Note to self: Kill Crabbe/Goyle/Both.
END OF DIARY ENTRY
Read and comment please!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter, DBZ, or anything else worth owning, I wouldn’t be sitting here, would I?
Entry Page 3
Wednesday 7 July
Father and Mother are being very odd to me today. Father keeps picking up Muggle magazines when I walk into the room and Mother is using the world’s supply of waffles in an effort to stop me from noticing the strangely shaped mark on her neck…
Voldie dropped in yesterday. I mean that literally: he’s always been a hopeless flyer. Why he wanted to fly, I don’t know…
Note to self: Teach Voldie how to fly.
Friday 9 July
Caught Voldie in my room today. Don’t know how he got there. Apparated, I suppose. He was looking through my socks drawer. Very strange.
Note to self: make sure to take pictures of Crabbe and Goyle drunk out of socks drawer.
Sunday 11 July
Life sucks. Am grounded for asking father what he was doing the other night. Mother is away on Death Eater business, so there is no one to make waffles for me. Crabbe and Goyle aren’t writing: no surprises there, since they can’t write, but they aren’t trying the fires either. Hmmm…
Note to self: Find out what Crabbe and Goyle are doing. On second thoughts, do I want to know?
Tuesday 13 July
Got a letter from the institute of gay marriages. Crabbe and Goyle are tying the knot…in Ecuador. I have an invitation to their wedding ceremony. Am not going. Why did I not know before this? Why???????
Note to self: Kill Crabbe/Goyle/Both.
END OF DIARY ENTRY
Read and comment please!