Post by storia on Mar 8, 2011 3:25:24 GMT
I shouldn't be writing a diary. I don't want to write a diary. It's not a diary. It's a journal.
The train ride was the same as always, boring, silent, sitting as far in the back as possible. A first year tried to sit with me, I think, and gave me the oddest look. I think it might've been the muggle literature. She asked me why I was sitting all the way back here-because obviously every Slytherin has an amazing group of friends, who are evil, and they must always hang out.
I don't have friends.
Then again, I don't want friends. Can't trust anyone these days either way. I think she thinks theres something wrong with me. I mean, what self respecting Slytherin would actually admit to having no friends? And then go ahead and threaten to make her seven years at Hogwarts Hell, and then ask her to kindly leave the cabin.
I think I might have a few issues.
Thats not too bad, though, right? Right.
-Astoria