I talked to Professor Lupin. I had intended to stay in the dormitory all day and have the crackers Ali sent with the book for lunch, but Jason had already ruined my plans. So I decided to go to the Great Hall, even though I didn't really feel like eating. I managed to leave at the same time as Professor Lupin, who asked why I had stayed at school ( Read more... )

I refused to go to Hogsmeade with the others, so I'm alone in the dormitory. I had planned to read all day (Ali sent me a very interesting book; I started it yesterday night but didn't finish because it was so late I couldn't keep my eyes open after the first hundred of pages), but now I'm too perturbed to concentrate on a story. I thought that ( Read more... )

I need to talk to Professor Lupin. Not that I believe he could do anything about the rumours and the sideways glances, but maybe he would be able to tell me how I'm supposed to face them. It's those three Slytherins' fault, of course. They started by telling their housemates, and by the end of the week the whole school had heard how, according to ( Read more... )

I said Remus Lupin was a very good teacher, and that he seemed to be a nice man as well. Now I would even say he's been sent here to help me. Roger is there for that, too, but Professor Lupin... He can help me more. He understands.

It feels weird to know that. I really didn't expect it.

He doesn't think I'm abnormal or anything. And he knows what ( Read more... )

I HATE PEOPLE! Well, not everyone, but...nearly. Everyone in this school except for Roger Davies and Remus Lupin. Everyone, especially those horrible boys who think they're funny but are only mean. I don't even know them - only by sight, and two of them by name because they're on the Slytherin Quidditch team. All I know is that they had no right to ( Read more... )

Quidditch tryouts tonight. Roger is all excited, proud, and, although he doesn't want to let it show, also a little nervous at the thought of being the one to decide about everything this year.

I didn't even have to ask whether I was allowed to come and watch. He just turned my way and said, "Coming?" before he left the common room with his team ( Read more... )

Before the Dementors' intrusion and also before Roger started talking Quidditch with half of his team, the big question in our compartment was "What kind of Defence teacher are we going to have this year?" Of course, after Professor Quirrell, who was apparently in You-Know-Who's service, and the famous Gilderoy Lockhart who talked a lot but couldn' ( Read more... )

I've just read again what I wrote as an introduction and I wonder what I had in mind. This isn't supposed to be read by anyone else, is it? I mean, it's not as if I was writing my memoirs or something. It's more like a diary, even if I don't like that word because it makes it sound like a little girl thing ("dear diary" and stuff - so ridiculous ( Read more... )

So... How should I start? Maybe with some facts...

Name: Leander Nathaniel Griffin
Age: 15
Birthday: 2d of June (1978)
Hair colour: blond
Eye colour: blue
Siblings: 1 brother (Alistair, 16)
Wizarding heritage: Muggle-born, but...

Oh, now I know what would make a good start!

My aunt Sandra - my father's sister - is a witch. The only witch in the ( Read more... )