I regret to say that last night I accidentally fell asleep while studying under the big tree outside the school grounds. (It’s the only place I can be left alone.)
But it was not my fault.
I woke up after sundown and realized what had happened.
Those bloody imbeciles Black, Potter, Pettigrew and Lupin had put one of their experimental potions in my mug of pumpkin juice, and it made me fall into a deep sleep, not when I had drunk it at dinner, but 3 hours later while I had been studying outside.
Those twats made me stay out after hours!
But the thing is, I heard something. Something that woke me up outside.
It sounded like… like I don’t know what.
Almost like one of the magical creatures from the forbidden forest.
Like a howl and then a whimper. I couldn’t be sure, but I’m almost certain I heard it.
And then, once again as I was walking back towards the castle, I heard another sound, almost like it was coming from the way of the shrieking shack.
I must have miss heard, I mean, if it sounds like it comes from the shrieking shack and those bloody “marauders” poisoned me, then I must be hallucinating.
The moon was beautiful last night though.
We have more picture proof of you so called “Marauders” stupidity taken by Matt.
And I assume this is what muggles now a days call “a cockblocker” in the form of Potter:
H-hold on, how did this one get on there!
I-I don’t remember this! Is it that time you blundering dimwits forced me to drink all of that butter-beer!? What else did you do to me!? DID YOU OBLIVIATE MY MIND!?
How do I take this down… It doesn’t work. No. No! NO!-
I have found yet more moving pictures taken by some apparent stalker and suddenly find myself in the mix.
You wouldn’t have anything to do with that, would you?
Of course you would. It’s all your faults, clearly.
I guess I’ll put them all here again out of fear that my hair might be turned pink again if I don’t.
I loath you all.
Just to let you all know we’ll all be gone for a couple of days. Moony’s ill and we’ll be spending most of our time between classes in the hospital wing to cheer him up. No need to worry, though, we’ll be sure to take good care of him, we’re armed and loaded with heaps of chocolate!
And Padfoot hugs. You don’t need to tell them that!! But yes, don’t worry about him, he’s usually fine as long as we can do him company in the… Hospital wing.
Better get going, or he’ll be lonely. Not to mention how Padfoot looks like he’s about to tear his own hair off, which wouldn’t be a pretty sight. He’s so particular about his hair, you see, if we let him harm it we’d never hear the end of i—
Stop typing and let’s just GO already. It’s about to rise!
-Prongs, Padfoot & Wormtail
It seems we have a chocolate thief in our dorm. And I smell a conspiracy.
Last night I found that someone had raided my secret stash of Chocolate Frogs. Not the usual one beneath my bed, but the secret one. Only one person besides myself knew of it and now it’s almost empty.
And this morning there was a note on my bedside table.
So Sirius, if you’re reading this, which you most certainly are now that you are homework-free, it is not OK for you to tell Peter the location of my chocolate stock just so you can blackmail me to finish your ancient runes essay in exchange for new chocolate. You know I need my chocolate and Peter does not.
PS. I left the essay on your bed. Remember next time not to mix up “helping” and “harassing”. I had to rewrite the whole first paragraph so it didn’t seem like the witches of Salem got through the witch hunt of 1046 by harassing each other. I’ll be in the library, eagerly awaiting my lost Chocolate Frogs.
Found Moony’s stock of chocolate frogs! :D I hope he wont mind me taking a few. I’ll leave him the cards.