And, here comes the parade of Slytherin Scum, out to ruin yet another summer for us poor, ickle, Gryffindors. . .
It seems that our summer has just became more interesting than terrorizing each other with pratical jokes, and bombarding each other at work..(Which, Sirius, you must stop, or my threat will come true.) We now get to terrorize our loving angels of Slytherin.
On the other hand, James has been stopping by after he finishes his shift at The Round About. I finish an hour after everybody else when it comes to jobs. Sirius has, also, as you heard, has been stopping by when I work the graveyard shift, and when he's not doing his job. I swear, that boy is more trouble than a wild dog. He is fun, though, but he better watch out. I'm a quick learner, and your game is quite easy.
I saw Narcissa outside of The Three Broomsticks around nine, this evening. She was, I think, flirting with a rather scared looking boy, about two years older than us lot. Has she finally grown tired of poor Lucius, or perhaps, just perhaps, she's grown tired of..sexual relations of every other slytherin boy? Honestly, If she was in the muggle world, she'd be pregnant by now..
I gotta go. Someone's throwing..something at my window. I best see who it is before they break it.