Dear Diary,
Today I ate some oatmeal for my breakfast. It was flavorless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.
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Today I put on a raincoat and traveled to Knockturn Alley. I purchased a pair of fancy mice. When I brought them home, one devoured the other and then died of loneliness. I felt envy.
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Today that Potter boy showed me his middle finger. When I attempted to punish him with detention, he shoved me into a wall, screaming "Bother! Bother!" over and over.
Later he and his orange friend repeated the violent act until I lost consciousness. Tonight I prayed for the first time in 20 years. I prayed for the end.
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I lost a button on my cloak today. Minerva pointed it out in front of the entire faculty. Oh, cruel attention!
Button oh button Oh where hath thou fled? Did thee tarry to long Amongst fabric and thread? Did thee roll off my bosom And cease to exist? How I wish I could follow thee Into the mist...
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Today while in the bathtub, I fell asleep and had a nightmare. I was riding a thestral through a thunderstorm. Every thunderclap resolved into their voices. "Bother! Bother!"
Suddenly, it became music. I was at the Yule Ball with Lily Evans. I asked her to dance. She asked me to die. Would that I could, Lily. Would that I could!
When I awoke, my skin was prune-like from the tepid bathwater, and I was late for my golf match with Lucius Malfoy.
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Today the orange one accidently drank one of my more expensive elixers, and promptly vomited a glittering rainbow of foul waste. The classroom erupted with applause, triggering my migraine. I aborted the class and was left to clean the boy's sick. Halfway through, Argus Filch showed up and bragged about his many affairs with Hogsmede barmaids, then he told me I smelled of broccoli and left without wishing me a happy birthday. I thought of my father. I cried.
Sita Harker · Wed Dec 15, 2010 @ 01:04am · 0 Comments |