[013] Wednesday 02 September 2022.
FAILED PRIVACY CHARM TO SELF.
I can't believe Flowers punched me in the face last night when I already felt like shit because of my father and the entire Head Boy affair. And I usually like that sort of thing. I actually cried myself to sleep and I never cry, but I'm sure I still look beautiful doing it. I'm becoming like my father, but my reasons are so bloody petty by comparison.
I didn't even fight back or sneak off to the hospital wing in the morning to get just my nose fixed so that it'd heal straight because I was so upset and forgot on both accounts. Lizzy bothered me all day when she could to get myself fixed up so she could honestly write to Daddy on Friday and tell him that I'm all right.
I want to go home and I want to get pissed out of my mind and I want Mr Rabbit even though I've been out of the nursery for yonks now and never liked him much anyway.
/ FAILED PRIVATE
Well, I say, it seems like taking after a panda bear is going to be my new look for this year! Panda eyes really do seem to bring out green in my otherwise charmingly hazel eyes though, so I can't whinge about that at all. Pity my nose is still crooked and I sound dreadfully nasal -- why, not unlike dearest Nicky-poo after we got off the train yesterday! -- but classes today were so thrilling that it simply didn't cross my mind to do so.
Anyway, I've got to start doing my prep if I'm going to do well enough on my NEWTs this term to get a good position at the Ministry next year got to browse some old books about international magical co-operation at the library right now. Yes, I know -- I, Edward Finch-Fletchley, at the library! Only for my own amusement, of course, as we all know I'm not a swot. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course.