Monday 19th May
I hardly slept last night, as this incessant headache has worsened. I do not have the will to get out of bed today. I
woke Beatrice, who is nearest to me, by throwing her own shoe at her and asked her to inform teachers of my absence
from class. I guess this means I'm talking to her again, as I'm in too much pain to hold grudges. Will write
more later, I need sleep.
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James (my owl, not the person) woke me up at 2pm, screeching and flapping his wings against the cage. He had run out of
food. I was annoyed and threatened to return him to the Owlery, but this only made him panic and attempt to break free
of the cage, so I had to give him the rest of the Owl Treats to relief myself of my guilt.
I felt disgusting and groggy then, so I went for a walk in the grounds to clear my head, which worked a treat because it was really, really windy out. I decided to go to the lake, and when I got there I spied James and his friends playing dead arm beneath the big oak tree there. James jumped up when he saw me coming, put one foot on a big rock, folded his arms and gazed pensively out over the horizon. I expect it was an attempt on his part to look impressive and manly, what with the wind blowing through his hair and that, but it didn't work because Black pushed him and he toppled into the lake headfirst. Black left then, citing some business he had to attend to, but I know it was just because I was there. Idiot. I felt like complaining about him, but James's friendship with Black is not for me to comment on. I hope and expect that Black treats James's and my relationship with the same respect, because James always listens to Black and would probably ignore me if Black asked him to. After he left, we all played more dead arm and it was quite fun. James begged and pleaded with me to put my legs over my head, but I refused as I was wearing a skirt. Then I came back here, as my headache returned with a vengeance.
Remus is surprisingly brilliant at dead arm. He asked me, again, if I knew of any house-elves who may speak to Beatrice at all, but of course I don't. Why is he so fixated on that? I hope it's nothing perverted, like some kind of Lupin-Booth-elf threesome, because Beatrice might just go for that. Ew.
The statue in the common room was Terry Heaney. McGonagall was going to question all the Gryffindors about it as Terry didn't see the culprit, but she doesn't need to now. I told her it was Black. Ha. Ha ha ha.
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Someone told McGonagall that Sirius was responsible for Transfiguring Terry Heaney. I'm dead offended that she didn't immediately suspect me, actually - that was a nice piece of Transfiguration. She should recognize my style by now! Wishful thinking on her part, clearly. In any case, I couldn't let Sirius take the fall for it, even if I am annoyed with him. It's just not on, so I had to confess. I thought I'd seen McGonagall speechless before. Apparently I was wrong.
Haven't seen Sirius since I received detention for Wednesday night. Not sure how he'll react to this news, but he'd best be dead pleased. What more proof does he want than this?
No more Poker until after Saturday. Shame, but priorities necessitate. Must see if I can find Lily to join me for a short walk with Algernon.
In Charms we started working on third-class Fire Charms. Flitwick went on about how sixth-years should know better, but really, I think he was asking for it with a topic like this. In the interest of Quidditch, I persuaded him into deducting points so I won't miss practice. I also offered to pay for Rhonda Roper's shoes. Whatever Peter says, it was in no way my fault. Who could've known mirrors would be a bad idea?
Tuesday 20th May
Mood ruining moment last night when James sought me out and asked me to go on a walk with him and Algernon. I refused
outright, as my head was killing me, but then he evilly resorted to physical affection to convince me to come, so I
did. At first I was quite delighted, because as you know, diary, he hadn't voluntarily kissed me in two weeks and I
was beginning to think that he was going off me. However, he soon showed his true colors when halfway through, he
started going on about how he was going to be late for Quidditch and could I be an angel and finish walking Algernon
for him, before dashing off without so much as a goodbye.
I'm angry with myself for being so weak willed, and angry with him for using said weakness to his advantage. The self-centered git, I told him that I had a headache and he didn't care. Severus Snape, the Death Eater, used to break into the kitchens and fetch me chicken soup whenever I had even a tiny sniffle, and James probably wouldn't notice if I crawled into the common room with my legs removed. Because he only ever thinks about himself. And his cat. And his friends. And everyone but bloody me.
Because I was out walking so late yesterday, I've caught a really nasty cold to go with the headache, which is getting more painful by the day. However, I couldn't afford to miss two days worth of classes, especially not Transfiguration (easily my weakest area), so I had to drag myself out of bed and go. To top it all off, my schoolbag split open three times today. Three times! How is that even possible? I only got the stupid bag at Christmas!
And another thing, do you think any of my supposed friends have noticed that I feel like shit? Not a chance. They're all selfish whores.
Algernon just brought me up a yogurt pot, which is very sweet of him. At least someone cares! Maybe he has noticed that I feel ill? Animals are supposed to have a weird sense about these things.
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Today did not go as expected. Last night Sirius didn't come back up to the dorm until well into the night, when the rest of us were sleeping. No idea where he was, as he took the Map with him, the tosser. If I didn't know him so well, I'd have thought he'd got himself a girl or something. Not only that, he skived off all of his classes today. I only saw him this morning, when he told us he'd meet us at breakfast. He didn't, obviously, and I still don't know where he went.
Finally confronted him after dinner today, when I found him in that alcove on the fifth floor he's so fond of. I know how touchy he gets, so I didn't even ask about where he'd been all day. I thought I would tell him the good news about my confession for his sake. Somehow this was a huge mistake. He blew up at me, saying the James he knew would have just laughed at him and used the mirrors to make detention better. Not entirely off the mark, to be fair, but I did it for him! I told him as much, and he got even more pissed off. According to him, Lily's changed me for the worse. Not sure how I'm worse now compared to before, but apparently it's true. I told him off for his attitude lately, as I'm dead annoyed with his slagging off Lily - I love her, after all, and I have to defend her. He doesn't understand.
I don't like being at odds with him. We shouted for a while, and I left before I could hex him. My Remus voice said that wouldn't help matters, but then I wondered if Sirius expected me to do something like that. Dead confusing, the whole lot of it.
Detention with McGonagall was tonight. Not as bad as those awful `character-building' talks. Mostly she reminded me I wasn't to harm the Death Eaters in the school, especially not the ones who tried to recruit me. Utter bollocks! And then I had to write out lines about Transfiguration as a form of revenge. I tried to tell her it's just so much more convenient than other methods, especially when it comes to immediacy of the revenge, but she was having none of it. Dead unfair. How else am I supposed to keep Terry Heaney away from my woman?
Speaking of the woman, we snogged last night. I tried to make another pass today, but she said she had a headache. Typical excuse. I think she just likes to rile me up. Which is, actually, dead sexy. Still, though, unkind and uncalled for.
Wednesday 21st May
Today was awful, as is the norm lately. Of course, I woke up feeling as sick and horrible as ever, and I probably could
have used another couple hours of sleep, but class called, so I went, foolishly thinking that today might be better.
Not so. Class was fine, as Slughorn was his usual, complimentary self. You would think, though, that since Slughorn
loves me so much, he might give me a bottle of Felix Felicis like he did with James. I think I deserve it just for
putting up with him. James, not Slughorn.
Anyway, as I was leaving the dungeon after class, I placed my hand on the frame of the door for a second (literally, a second!) and immediately the door slammed shut on my hand and broke two of my fingers. Everybody started panicking and I ended up shouting at Emily because she wanted to accompany me up to the hospital wing, like some kind of invalid baby. You would swear, diary, that I am unable to take care of myself. Granted, I was crying, but that's just because the sudden shock made my eyes water. I wish my friends would bugger off.
Once I reached the hospital wing (alone! Pish, some friends. If they really cared about me they would have insisted upon coming!) I had to suffer undeservedly through Madame Pomfrey's subsequent lecture about being careful when opening doors, holding scissors, etc. I told her, truthfully, that the door was wide open when I had my hand on the frame, but do you think she'd listen to me? No.
I'm not finished. Right after I left the hospital wing, Sirius Black appeared out of nowhere (from behind a statue), seized my arm, and practically dragged me up to Gryffindor tower. There he proceeded to shout at me in front of the very uncomfortable looking Fat Lady, about how I've turned James into someone else, how I'm a total bitch, how I enjoy ruining people's lives, and how he and his friends would all be much happier if I wasn't around. I retaliated with a few choice words of my own, diary, and don't tell me he didn't deserve them. Stupid prick with his stupid everything. He's so in love with James that he's probably going to end up mounting him in his sleep. I bet he rifles through his drawers and sniffs his underwear, or something. Creep.
Remus has just told me that James is in detention with McGonagall, the stupid splitter. I'm going to find him, drag him around the bloody school and then demand that he tell me a) why on earth he's taken to treating me like rubbish lately, and b) what lies he's been telling Sirius Black that have made him start to treat me like rubbish, too.
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That did not quite go to plan. I found James coming out of McGonagall's office, told him we needed to talk and
hauled him to the Room of Requirement. I had a big tirade planned, but once we got there, I forgot it all and ordered
him to kiss me instead. Partly because he looked really good, partly in defiance of Black, partly because it was a much
nicer way to vent my frustration, but mostly because I hope he catches what I've got. Especially since he felt he
was entitled to place his hands in a much more southward position than he usually does. The cheek (literally) of him. I
should have stopped him and sent one right at his nose, but I was rather distracted. I quite enjoyed what he was doing
with my neck, thank you very much, so it's not my fault!
Not only did I break my fingers, miss Defense class, fight with Sirius Black, and waste almost an entire hour of my day up in the Room of Requirement with Pratty McPervert, my stomach hurts. And my hand. Urgh.
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Fuck, I hate when my friends are stupid. Sirius had a shouting match with Lily tonight, and Peter's sided with him over me. What is the world coming to?! Moony has said he's staying well out of it, but I suspect he's favoring me at least a bit. I am, after all, in the right. This morning at breakfast Sirius was whispering loudly with Peter slighting my abilities as a boyfriend, things like if Peter can get some proper action, then it must say mountains about my abilities in that area. Such bollocks, because Sirius hasn't had sex either. I sat with Remus in class, and we worked on modifying a Silencing Charm so we could talk but not hear Sirius spew lies about Lily. We sort of managed midway through Defense, but I think we overdid it because we failed to notice class had ended, and ended up staying ten minutes in. It worked in our favor, though, since Hallosheth assumed we were just very dedicated students, and gave Gryffindor a few points.
Another detention with McGonagall today. She pointed out as Head Boy I can't Transfigure uppity students. A fair point. (Unfair in theory, though.) I don't think she meant for me to take that in the way that I did, which was that I can only get away with it this year. The trick will be to not get caught, but this is difficult since I'm dead skilled at it, and no one else uses this technique. I could go more mainstream in my tactics, I suppose, but that's no fun.
What is fun is snogging Lily after detention. She told me to! It was brilliant. I think she's realizing my needs as a man. Now that Sirius is being a right git, I'll have to find some other method of learning French.
Algernon is looking loads better. The walks have helped him lose weight. I think, actually, that I can send him for some bacon without worrying about his food intake for today. Huzzah! How I missed those deliveries. I'll just have to hope he doesn't think I'm gaining weight and start bringing me carrots instead of bacon or treacle.
Thursday 22nd May
I woke up before dawn this morning and started vomiting my guts up. I kid you not, diary. I'm disgusting. Also, my
throat is really sore. It seems that I'm getting sicker. How lovely. I considered going back to Madame Pomfrey, but
I don't think she'd welcome my presence after yesterday. I don't want another lecture.
Perhaps I'm coming down with pneumonia again. In late May. Because that's the kind of hand my life is so very fond of dealing me, didn't you know? I am quite possibly going to die. Perhaps I should write my will? I'll leave everything to Algernon, who has been giving me a cuddle for the past hour because he loves me when nobody else does. Also, he just brought me bacon. Ha. Ha ha ha.
Terry Heaney was following me around again today. He came up to me during lunch, but he didn't get to say anything because I took off my sandal and whacked him over the head with it. I got a detention for my efforts, but I don't care. I'm not going. Self defense, Professor Sprout, you stupid old cow.
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I might rethink the will. Emily and Beatrice just now voiced their worry for my health, which means that Algernon is
not the only concerned party. Oddly, they both asked me why I've been acting so angry lately. Have no idea what
they're on about. Since when have I been angry?!
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Sirius didn't go to class today. I haven't seen him anywhere. Peter went, though, alone. He sat next to Lily, the traitor, but didn't talk to her much. Remus and I decided to keep working on the modified Silencing Charm during Transfiguration, at least until McGonagall gave us her disapproving look.
Tried to Summon the Map, but wherever Sirius is, he's taken it with him. McGonagall held me after class to ask where he was, and I said he was ill. She didn't look like she believed me. Dunno what he's thinking, skiving off so much class. Even I know that's dead stupid.
After Quidditch but before Astronomy I researched some Translation Charms in the library. They're not very good, or so Sirius has told me, but it's better than nothing. I have everything planned out so that this weekend will be the best weekend of my life.
Vous êtes incroyablement attirant et je veux vous faire l'amour maintenant.
I couldn't find a translation for sexy. Damn.
No bacon from Algernon last night. I hope he doesn't think I'm getting fat.
Friday 23rd May
I got two detentions in Herbology. One for not turning up to last night's, and the other because apparently I was
`cheeky' to Professor Sprout when confronted about it. Again, don't care, not going to go to either. I
don't know how protesting that Terry Heaney is a perverted little shit who deserved what he got can be considered
cheeky, but there you go. And why did everyone look so shocked when I said it? It's true!
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Damn, double damn, and a pint of damn for the weekend! I've bollocksed things up royally. Even the promise of tomorrow's match isn't cheering me up.
Tonight I was supposed to finally become a man. I had everything all set up - I made sure Remus and Peter would be out of the dormitory, nicked some wine from the staff room, and even had some candles floating about. I invited Lily up, and things were progressing nicely. I made sure to point out how I'd stood up to Sirius for her, and I threw in lots of sexy French phrases. I might've said I loved her. I can't remember a lot of tonight because it's all blotted out by what happened next. The only thing I remember clearly is that we'd progressed farther than we ever have before, and when I made to move towards the final stage, she completely lost it. I tried to soothe her with more French, but she punched me. Hard. In the face! Not sexy at all.
She threw on her clothes and stormed out. That was probably the worst moment, actually, when she opened the door and Sirius was standing there. He threw one glare at me and then ran off. Then Lily came back, punched me again, and left.
I will not be telling Peter about this botched attempt. I'm sure he never got punched in the face for his efforts with Helena, and I know he doesn't know any French! The injustice of it. I did give a very summarized version to Moony, who helped me patch up my eye. He tried very hard not to laugh. I can't blame him for failing to hold in it entirely, so long as he tells no one.
He said he could probably explain things, but that I wouldn't want to know until after the match tomorrow. Whatever. I've sent Algernon off for some fudge because I'm dead depressed now. My life is shit.
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I hate James Potter. Hate him! Words can't describe how much I want to cut his fucking dick off, the
bastard!
Why do I hate him, diary? I'll tell you why, because the stupid little dipshit tried to have SEX with me! As in, he tried to take the virginity of a girl he isn't even dating (and let's face it, never would have been because he would have dropped me right after he got what he wanted) just because he knew how much she, I, sorry, liked him.
I actually felt really happy for the first time in days when he brought me up to his dorm room earlier, because he had it decorated all prettily and kept hugging me and telling me that I was beautiful and clever and amazing. I told him how I'd had a terrible week, and he was all, `Oh, Lily, darling, don't worry. I'm going to take care of you because I love and worship you oh so very much and have only the purest of intentions, and I want to marry you and live in a little cottage with Algernon and our children, who will all be incredibly attractive and intelligent because you are their mother, and I think you should be my girlfriend because my life is nothing without you and blah, blah, fucking blah!'
Before you think it, diary, I'm not embellishing on this story one bit. He said all of that, and I believed it. He also said the weirdest amount of crap to me in French, most of which I couldn't understand because he hadn't constructed the sentences properly, but even then I didn't catch on to what his aim was because I thought he was trying to be funny. Worse than that, I let him put his slimy, perverted hands and lips on places that I'd never let anyone else near, and (this makes me feel sick to even write) he's now even seen me in my underwear. Kill me now, please. Thank you.
If I hadn't been drinking some of that wine, and if I hadn't felt so disorientated and dizzy from being sick already, I think I would have punched him when he started taking my blouse off. Thankfully, I came to my senses when he tried to commit the final act, and started shouting at him to get a grip. After which he told me, using the most correct and intelligible French I'd heard all evening, that I smell like a pig. So then I punched him. Hard. In the face. Twice.
Which brings me to now. I ran to my own dorm and vented my feelings a bit by chucking a vase at the window. Naturally, this confused my dorm mates, but I refused to talk to any of them and shut myself away behind my curtains. For some reason, now, I feel dizzier and weaker than ever. My stomach really, really hurts. Probably because that wanker was kissing it earlier. I think I'm going to be sick.
Incidentally, I'm really glad that I have on my nice underwear, and not my horrible old granny knickers. That would have been really humiliating.
Saturday 24th May
Things with my mates have now reversed. Sirius and I are all right, Peter and I were never exactly off, and I'm not speaking to Remus. Well, I might tomorrow, but not tonight. Too upset.
We won the match. Brilliant, but nothing compared to the loss of my best mate and my woman. I was terrifically magnificent, Wood had a few moments, and Eira Hubbard captured the Snitch at the right moment. Perfect win, but it didn't really matter all that much to me.
There was a post-victory part in the common room, as is custom, but I dragged Remus up to the dormitory to make him explain what happened last night. He told me Lily has been strange all week, and that she got detention and didn't go. This struck me immediately as very unlike her. In hindsight she had been bitchier than normal, and Remus said Wood and Booth mentioned Lily had been feeling physically ill, too. No clue how I missed out on Lily breaking two of her fingers! I got annoyed that she hadn't mentioned it to me, but more to the point, that Remus hadn't told me this earlier! I know all about seducing women - I read a book one time. Well, more of a pamphlet, but in any case, I know better than to seduce women who are on the verge of vomiting. Remus knew this all week, and he never once told me! Even last night, when it would've really come in handy, all he did was decide to tell me today, apparently thinking I would lose the match and be mad that he'd told me. Lies, is all I can say. Lies! Lily matters more to me than any Quidditch match.
I've had enough of Remus withholding information. I usually don't mind because he's so paranoid about losing us as friends (rubbish, of course), which can make a bloke do some strange things, but inasmuch as I've had enough of Sirius's attitude, I've had enough of Remus's refusal to do anything.
Emboldened by my confrontation with Remus, and worried that I'd be without any mates by the end of the day, I hunted Sirius down today after the game. I intimidated Peter into telling me that he's been hanging about in a disused room on the third floor. Sirius was not best pleased to see me, but it was no matter. I locked the door behind me and had it out with him. There were some hexes, and afterwards we had to visit Pomfrey, but at least now I know what's what: the Death Eaters tried to recruit Sirius. All week they were leaving him notes about how I was bound to realize his blood would triumph over his friends, and how I would pick a Muggle-born over him (mind, they used a much more vulgar word, one I refuse to write). I sorted him out about that straight away. I can have Sirius and Lily. Assuming I win back Lily, of course. Anyway, Tuesday night some of the Death Eaters met with Sirius (forced meeting, I might add) and tried to make him see how much I was turning away from him. Not on! Long story short, we're fine. Not perfect, but I've put his worries to rest for the moment. I convinced him to meet with McGonagall on Monday to explain his absences. He didn't like that bit, but now that he and I are speaking again, I don't want him to have to spend every night in detention when he could be playing more Polish Pirate Poker with me.
Off to find Lily and try to explain last night, and to find out why she's got her knickers in a twist. I'm half-optimistic, half-terrified that she'll go beyond physical violence into magical means. I've heard things from other blokes. I like my bits right where they are, thank you!
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Quidditch game was today, but I didn't go. When I woke up and went down to breakfast this morning, I managed one
slice of toast before I had to run to the bathroom in order to deposit said toast in a cistern. I assume this means I
am still sick. Also, I've had a falling out with Emily (entirely her fault, mind you) because I eventually had to
tell her and Beatrice what happened with Potter last night just to get them to stop nagging me, and while Beatrice was
furious, Emily saw things in a different light. According to her, I let him undress me and do certain other things that
I never want to think about again, so that means that I can't blame him for thinking he'd gotten the all clear.
I told her to go fuck herself then. Fucking Miss Perfect, Emily is.
I bet poor Rob is suffering because she's a prissy bitch who won't do anything with him.
Erm, oh my god. I was just looking for a new quill to write in here with, as my last one's nib broke a second ago, and I found this note wedged in my Potions book.
Tell your blood-traitor boyfriend that this is what he gets for not doing as he's told, Mudblood.
Is that supposed to be threatening? For Merlin's sake, I've seen Peter make better threats before! What utter crap. There's obviously some Death Eater shit out there who wants to make Lily Evans cry, or something. Well, if he thinks that some stupid note that's addressed more to the world's biggest prick than it is to me is going to achieve that, he's a fucking idiot. I will not be bullied by Death Eaters! I took on four of them at once, and won! With no lasting damage other than a tiny scar on my face, and nobody even notices that! Men are all fucking pigs!
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We won the Quidditch match (like I care), so now I can't go downstairs because the victory party rumpus will worsen
my headache. I thought that Potter would be down in the common room with all of his admirers who are just dying to be
impregnated by the speccy git, but that was not so. He just came up the girls' staircase, with his stupid broom in
hand, and came into the dorm. The persistent shit kept pleading with me to let him `explain things,' and credit to
him, he didn't even move when I pointed my wand at his crotch and started counting backwards from five. Thankfully
Beatrice grabbed his Cirrus off him then and managed to beat him out of the room with it, after which he fell down the
slide. Ha.
Emily, for some reason, doesn't seen angry about this morning. She kept asking me if anything else is on my mind. She probably feels bad because she knows how much of a bloody cow she was earlier. Don't care, I'm not talking to her.
I'm so effing enraged about that letter! And Potter! I want to shove it down his throat and watch him choke to death.
Sunday 25th May
Today, in an unusual moment of clarity, I knew I should talk to Wood. She's been more or less rooting for me all along, and she talks to Lily loads more than I do. Plus, last night's attempt at reconciliation failed miserably. Wood and I chatted a bit in the common room after breakfast. She agrees that Lily has been very off lately, but neither of us could puzzle together why. The conversation was mildly productive, in that Wood is going to investigate the matter more heavily. Then there was the most awkward moment of my life when she mentioned Friday night's events. Discomfiting, talking about making moves on your woman with said woman's best mate. On the upside, she thinks it wasn't entirely my fault. On the downside, I had to discuss that failure with her. Luckily, I don't think she noticed my discomfort. I'm dead good at hiding things like that.
Those Death Eaters are clever, but not clever enough by half. I can recognize patterns when I see them: me, then Sirius. That leaves Remus. And Peter, I suppose, but he's a half-blood, and I can't see him rising to the top of Voldemort's ranks or anything. They probably think they have a chance with Remus because he's a werewolf. Irritating, because they wouldn't know about that if Padfoot hadn't let it slip to Snape fourth-year. But what's done is done, and it's true that the wizarding world is ridiculous when it comes to werewolves, which is why I was even further resolved to fix things with Remus today. We Marauders need to stick together!
Won't go into the details of the conversation, as it wasn't nearly as explosive or interesting as the one I had with Sirius yesterday, but the short of it is this: I will try to get information on my own, and not rely on Remus for everything. In return, he will tell me as much as one mate can be expected to tell another. A fair trade.
Sorting things out with Peter was dead simple:
Me: We're cool, yeah?
Peter: Yes.
If only all my friendships were this straightforward.
All the talking I've done this weekend made me feel almost girly, so I insisted on a spontaneous round of Poker, which is manly if nothing else. I've fallen to second place, and somehow Peter triumphed over Remus and stole his Queen of Hearts. Damn. Sirius and I made a temporary truce to enlarge the gap between ourselves and the other two. Brill plan. I can definitely come out the winner of the next round if I research the right sort of Heating Charm.
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I got another letter today, this time delivered to me at breakfast, via school owl.
Don't think that this is just your boyfriend's fault. You're a Mudblood, see? Why do to a pure-blood what we could do to you? You deserve what you're getting just as much as he deserves to see it happen.
Beatrice saw me get the note and read it over my shoulder like the nosy cow she is. She started going on about telling Dumbledore, but I made her promise not to tell a soul, not even Emily, and swore that I could handle this myself. Which I can, just as soon as I start feeling better. After a lot of argument, she agreed, on the condition that I am able to deal with this problem without help. If it gets too much for me, she insisted, she'll let it to Dumbledore and I'll need to slit her throat to stop her. With the mood I've been in lately, the idea gets quite appealing, to be honest. No need for it though, as I don't need any help.
Emily keeps trying to talk to me. She started on me a while ago, saying stuff like, `I know you're upset about Friday, you feel ill, blah blah, but please tell me if something else is wrong.' I asked her first if she was me, and then if she knew everything that has been going on in my life recently. No surprise, she said no. So then I told her to stop pretending that she did and keep her nose out of my business.
I can't stop sweating. Also, I've got a rash on my stomach and arms, along with the vomiting, dizziness, tiredness and ear, stomach and head aches that I've become accustomed to. I better get over this thing quickly if I want to start killing Slytherins. They all deserve to be castrated, the whole lot of them. If Avery sneers at me one more time I'm going to slit his throat open.
Rash is oozing weird pus-like stuff on my stomach. I'm going to bed.
Author's Note: If you're interested, the rules to Polish Pirate Poker have been posted at the LiveJournal (haggis_cat).
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