Fine.
The Headmaster insisted that I write in these silly journal things so I suppose I shall, although it does not particularly matter as I shall soon be in a much more interesting position anyway. Practically none of the other members of my House care to converse with me nowadays, and when I walk by half the time they start whispering, as though I could not be trusted, which is entirely ridiculous! In fact from what I hear it is certain others in Slytherin who ought not to be trusted.
At any rate I have much more important things to do than worry about love potions and rings. Cornelius (as he invited me to call him) has promised that once I pass the admission examination he will appoint me as a junior clerk in his department! Although the position does not bring a great amount of prestige I am quite certain that with the right friends, a rising position will be practically guaranteed. Cornelius has described to me some of the work of Magical Law Enforcement and it sounds terribly exciting - I am very much looking forward to having more freedom in ensuring proper behavior!
Two Saturdays ago was my birthday, and Mother sent me a lovely strawberry cake with pink frosted rose petals on top. I still have half of it left under a Preservation Charm but I doubt anyone cares to share it. Certainly not my dear roommate, whose ridiculous preening only seems to get worse as she approaches some sort of special occasion this summer.
At any rate I have much more important things to do than worry about love potions and rings. Cornelius (as he invited me to call him) has promised that once I pass the admission examination he will appoint me as a junior clerk in his department! Although the position does not bring a great amount of prestige I am quite certain that with the right friends, a rising position will be practically guaranteed. Cornelius has described to me some of the work of Magical Law Enforcement and it sounds terribly exciting - I am very much looking forward to having more freedom in ensuring proper behavior!
Two Saturdays ago was my birthday, and Mother sent me a lovely strawberry cake with pink frosted rose petals on top. I still have half of it left under a Preservation Charm but I doubt anyone cares to share it. Certainly not my dear roommate, whose ridiculous preening only seems to get worse as she approaches some sort of special occasion this summer.