26 June 2012
I can't take it anymore. The only person who will listen is a ghost. She was killed by my master's basilisk.
My life has been turned upside down, I'm finding myself taking refuge in the most unlikely places.
Moaning myrtle listens to me so intently, I doubt she's ever met anyone full of more self pity than her.
Crabbe and Goyle report that Potter is taking a lot of interest in what I'm 'up to'.
I peer into the mirror to make sure no trace of my tears is left and go to the common room feeling irritable; it was the only emotion that I could feel that wouldn't show weakness.
Pansy scurries up with a ridiculous little simpering smile on her lips. She attempts to clutch onto my arm but I shake her off. Why do I put up with her? I don't know. She's not even pretty and god knows she's like hanging out with a wet and grimy dishcloth.
Crabbe, Zabini and Goyle are sat on armchairs around the flickering fire. They laugh deafeningly at my rejection of Pansy and become me over.
I can't be doing with oafs like them. They have no idea what it's like. I need someone who understands.
Drarry 2 • Opuss № I