Stephen Cornfoot

The Ancient Runes NEWT may well be the death of me. That sounds like I'm being overly dramatic, I know, but I'm actually not. At the very least, it'll be the death of my hair after pulling it out over mistranslations. I like my hair too.

Has anyone got any spare licorice wands? I'm in desperate need. I can swap for chocolate frogs. Or pay you.

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I still don't want to trust these journals with the big dramatic things (where the treasure/body is buried, my one Achilles' heel, etc) but I can't find my other journal and, well...

I think I need to learn to shut up. Especially when the subject of girls comes up.

I'm supposed to be ignoring such feelings with people I don't have a chance with, not bringing them up and letting myself be encouraged.

Stupid.
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If any Ravenclaws find a little stuffed hippogryff in a pink scarf in the common room, can you return it to me? I seem to have lost it and there will be hell to pay if I don't find it again.

No, it's not mine.

Um.

I'm suddenly so grateful that I don't make private notes in these things. That could be potentially humiliating. Or potentially good, depending on how things were taken.

Incidentally, why do people feel these things are safe enough to put their most private thoughts into? If I write mine down at all, it's in an old fashioned kind of diary journal that's not remotely available to anyone else. Not worth the risk frankly.
Yeah, I'm seeing now why I was never considered for Gryffindor...





I've just basically invited my housemates to rummage through my things now in search of these private thoughts, haven't I?

The Hogwarts Express really needs to be more of a proper train instead of an express from London. It's all well and good to go from Kings Cross if you're near London but there's something pointless about having to trek all the way down there (well, floo, but even so) just to get the train all the way back. Who designed that anyway?

Hope everyone had a good Easter. I got Beth a stuffed bunny that hops and it seemed to go down well, and I got plenty of chocolate so all in all, it was a good day.

I managed to see most of my family too. Apparently there's a cousin on my dad's side who starts Hogwarts at the end of the year. Oh, great. Isn't it enough that my real cousin is starting? I'm kind of glad I'll be gone by then. Who needs that kind of drama? There's enough of it in this place without adding to it.

Is it me or is Easter just not the same since your mum stopped hiding easter eggs and drawing big rabbit footprints on the path outside?
Come to think of it, I'm not sure why I thought a chalk outline could look like a footprint. Especially since it was my chalk that was used...

Nice to have a break from school and see my family and get chocolate and make myself slightly sick on toasted hot cross buns, of course, but I'm sure it used to be more exciting.

Hypothetically - one possesses a deep desire to teach and since there's a lack of options, Hogwarts is your best hope since I hear Muggle schools require education from places that aren't magically hidden. So you finish seventh year and... then what? Everyone else goes into some sort of job with potential but you can't try that because the Headmistress will no doubt look at you over her glasses and says 'I think you best come back in a few years, Mr Cornfoot'. Hypothetically, of course.

So what am I supposed to do while I wait to age or a spot to become open? Dish washer at the Leaky Cauldron? My hands would be ruined forever.

I brought this up with Dad and it turned into a discussion on why I should have chosen the right subjects to go into Healing. Not only do I have no interest in healing, I'm quite sure I'd pass out the first time I have to do something worse than a simple charm. That or bugger up the potions so badly that I poison half the ward. So all in all, not a good career choice.

Alex suggested tutoring but I'm not sure. Would you hire a 19 year old just out of Hogwarts to teach your kids? Hm.

( Stephen Cornfoot )