Albus's Diary (3)

 A Happy new year to everyone. It's an amazing start of the year for everyone in USA. Covid- 19 killing 1 person every 13 seconds, a president trying to steal ballots because he lost the election and millions of Donald Trump supporters breaking windows and doors to get inside the Capitol killing a woman with a bomb and walking out as though they had just enjoyed a quiet, peaceful picnic.
(Thank Dumbledore I'm somewhere else). Thank you for reading this and please enjoy today's diary entry.

 

Dear Dairy

I’m finally out of detention!! I thought I was gonna be in there forever!! Ok, so, when I was trying to get to Scorpius after Herbology class, someone came to me saying that I wasn’t to get out of this tight spot. It sounded ridiculous because I was just standing next to the water fountain looking for Scorpius. In front of me stood a smirking ‘The Intolerable Bighead’ ( My nickname for Agatha Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson’s daughter) waving my diary in front of my face. My face contorted with rage and I ran at her and she shoved me into a girl with flowing black hair. who fell into the fountain and banged her head against the marble. She groaned and when she got up the back of her head was gushing with blood. One of the girls she was walking with, helped her up and glared at ‘The Intolerable Bighead’. ‘The Intolerable Bighead’ only gave a cackle and ran away. I told the girl a quick ‘sorry’ and ran after ‘The Intolerable Bighead’. When I caught up with her, her face was filled with fear as she knew that she had been cornered. Just as I said ‘Levicorpous’, Professor Neville came running to us and as he looked from ‘The Intolerable Bighead’ hanging from her ankle mid-air to me to my diary on the floor, he said, “Detention Potter”. I gaped at him at for sometime and then thought it was best not to argue. At least it was Professor Longbottom and not McGonagall. The last time I had detention with her, she gave me a one hour lecture about something waayy out of topic when the only I did was throw a knife at ‘The Intolerable Bighead’ when she called my mum a squashed and idiotic bit of tomato and dad an idiot with a lightning bolt on his forehead. Then McGonagall made me say sorry to ‘The Intolerable Bighead’. Yes. Say sorry. Then I accidently let my big fat mouth say, “Yeh, because I’m a 2-year old.” I really shouldn’t have said that. Then she gave me a two-hour lecture about being insolent to teachers. Okay, so enough about that. Let’s get back to ‘The Intolerable Bighead’ stealing my diary. She found out about the stone. OK, so think she really wants it. So now that she knows about it, I’m gonna find a spell in the library (or ask McGonagall) which spell is used to keep your privacy.

I’m also really grateful for Scorpius for telling me to keep my stone a secret from you or else she would have found out about that too. You are very welcome. STOP SNATCHING MY QUILL FROM ME SCORPIUS. She should be sent to Azkaban or expelled for invading my privacy. Maybe I shouldn’t go that far. But she should have detention for the rest of the term. At least. Now me and Scorpius are thinking of places to hide the Stone. UGHH, there’s Divination next. Divination is stupid. I agree. Scorpius.  Still, Divination shouldn’t be a subject. Trelawney is such a lunatic. And Firenze is creepy. Maybe we shouldn’t be late to Divination again, last time we had to stay with Trelawney for an hour and half after I told her that I had a free period next. I should have told her that I had Herbology or something. I’d choose McGonagall over her. And that’s really saying something.

Yours truly

Albus Severus Potter