Dear journal,
Last night was a pain, although I hardly remember what happened.
But I'm thankful to wake up in one piece and most importantly without a trace of blood in my hands.
From where I am sitting, near the fireplace in the common room, James is talking non-stop (again) about his latest achievement mastering somesort of complex move in Quidditch, a little to loud I think, to the only person who' s willing to listen, Peter.
i think he's trying to impress the Evans girl who's sitting nearby. And Sirius has this expression on his face like he is concentrating on his Astronomy homework, when I know better he's planning his next scheme of pulling a prank on Snape after he outwit Sirius in the last Potion lesson.
Poor Snape, I felt sorry for him sometimes, but he's not really a likable chap isn't he?
Gosh, my dear friends could act like a bunch of eight-year olds sometimes.
I'm glad the full moon is over.
For now anyway.
I don't want to think about next month.
I just want to think for the time being how lucky I am even to be alive, and surrounded by those who are loyal to me.
Well, gotta finish my Astronomy chart, Sirius would want to copy it sooner or later. |