Thank Merlin the Arithmancy project's over and I don't have to civil to Vicky sodding Frobisher ever again.
Private
I hate Laura Madley. I wish she'd just die. I was the one who arranged things around Wesley at Halloween, but she's the one who gets him. It's not fair. Wesley's stupid. Everyone is. I hate them. And those fireworks last night were really loud. Stupid muggles and their stupid traditions. This is a wizarding school.Fuck, I'm lonely.
Oh, very mature. Now I have egg in my hair. It bloody hurt, too.
What on earth am I supposed to write? Hello, remember me? I used to torture you. That will go down very well, I don't think. Or maybe I should go with something like 'Voldemort forever!' They're all going to hate me anyway.
A fortnight in, and already I'm struggling with Arithmancy. Everything changes, and nothing changes.