Mei Chang's Journal

I can do this. I can do this.

I do not want to sound like Hooper.

Please do not mark the castle walls in any way. I had to spend all of my patrol evening removing the graffiti that one or more of you possibly wrote. It was not at all pleasant especially with Carrow the Male leering over me.

And what exactly is "Dumbledore's Army" and why don't the Carrows want me to know about it?

Apparently I am "on the road to becoming a somewhat positive role model," in spite of my "inferior origins." I have never received a compliment that sounded so much like an insult before. Perhaps that is a special skill that one acquires when becoming a DEATH EATER.

I will also have new dining companions this evening. I will be warmer and my stomach full but I feel bad on the inside. Is it worrying that I appear to have gone up in the Carrows' estimation?

I hate going to dinner.

I feel lonely.

Would anyone like to take tea with me?

Oh, I better write something-

Brown or white?

I have yet to come across any reputable academic texts where it is stated that stealing magic is possible. Or reputable professors who say that, for that matter.

( Private to Hufflepuffs )

One of them went off just as I was coming back from the library. At the noise I thought we were under attack. So it startled me, but not as much as it startled Mrs Norris. I'm not entirely certain that Filch thought I had nothing to do with it.

I am starting to become distinctly unfond of surprises.

( Private to Andrew )

I am rather happy that is over with. I find the female Carrow's giggle to be rather disturbing, and I went to class not knowing what to expect. At least normally you can count on them to be horrible, but in their addled state I never knew when they would snap out of it.

Not that their usual form makes the atmosphere more reassuring, that is. Perhaps what I am trying to say is better the devil you know?

( Private to Andrew )

I don't like it at all. You go all cold. And you fall forwards, not backwards. So when those damsels-in-distress types swoon in all the old Muggle films and fall into the hero's arms instead of onto their faces, you know that they're faking it.

Zacharias, thank you for carrying me to the hospital wing. Even though Andrew said you complained about it, but it was nice for you. I feel as though I should bake you something, but I'm not certain how receptive you are towards treats, even if they are sugar-free.

Plus with Harry...he can't be, no, I think I will bake to distract myself.

I will also make a chocolate cake for anyone who wants a slice. Seamus, how are your injuries these days? I will save the biggest piece for you.

( Private to Hufflepuffs, Lucy and Andrew )

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