Clockwork Butterfly

January 4^th.

I made a fire at breakfast today. It was funny. Nothing happened until a 6^th year boy noticed and screamed "Bloody Hell! The rolls are on fire!" at the top of his lungs. Every head in the great hall turned to look at him. He stood completely still holding the basket of flaming above his head. Professor McGonagall yelled "Language, Mr. Hewitt!" and went to put out the fire. After everything had settled down a bit, I walked up behind Mr. Hewitt and set his hair on fire. At first he didn't notice, but when he felt something hot on his head he screamed. Hermione put his hair out but I set his robes on fire. He screamed "Fucking hell!" and doused the flames with his pumpkin juice. He looked like he was going to cry, but he didn't notice me. Somebody should have seen me. I like fire. It's warm. I think I'll make a fire in class today.

After Divination

Professor Trelawney hasn't said a word to me. I was sure she would be ecstatic about the whole 'ordeal.' Now that I think about it, it wasn't really an ordeal. He said It, and I lunged. I really didn't mean to draw blood. I would kill to have someone say that again, now that nobody notices me. All I remember was hearing It, diving at him, and waking up in a white room, tied down. I almost want tooh go back to St. Sophronius. At least the doctors noticed me there. Plus, at least in the beginning it was sort of exciting. It's nice to be back though. I don't like having to be supervised all the time. Here, nobody watches me, I thought they would but they don't. In Herbology I will make a fire.

After Herbology

We had to have partners. Everybody paired up and there was an uneven number. Professor Sprout didn't give me gloves. I told her that I didn't have a partner or a plant but she didn't hear me. I went and cried in the corner for a while but then I decided to do something. I don't want them to get to me. It's probably just some kind of joke or test. I decided starting a fire wasn't enough. I made a fire in a flowerpot and I transfigured a plant to be a bleeding rose. I like fire and I like blood. I took a pair of pruning shears after that and snipped my fingers to make them bleed. I made a puddle on the floor and set it on fire. It smelled funny, like grilled steak. Nobody noticed that either. I will have to try something bigger later. I think I will look around in the restricted section for ideas. Nobody notices me so I should be able to poke around as much as I want. Even if I do get in trouble at least somebody will yell at me.

Midnight-ish

I wandered around in the restricted section but I couldn't find anything worthwhile. I'll start writing things on the walls in blood again. That certainly got me noticed last time. I went down to Hagrid's hut and stole some chickens. I killed them and wrote 'I'm Back' on the fat lady's portrait. She was awake but she didn't say anything. I don't understand. I don't understand anything anymore.