The Monologue Series: When They Were Young

Chapter 1: It wasn't me!

14^th June 1951 - Albus

Today was another great day for mischief. Oh! Ab's face when he got that owl this morning. He sooo fell for it too. What-an-idiot! Shame that I am now grounded for a week for his stupidity.

Well, not just for that. That cockroach Adolph got us both in trouble today at school. My aching bum still makes sitting down a painful business. When I become a school headmaster, I will totally abolish physical punishment. And then having to "sit down and listen carefully" to Dad's scolding about the owl incident, made me wince and squirm even more. How can he do that without even slightly raising his voice is outstanding skill... But I digress. Who would have thought that my amazingly dim brother would believe that he had won a year's supply of potion ingredients from the Snape's Apothecary in Knockturn Alley and actually gone there to claim it. I mean, from Mr Scrooge itself? And he knows we are not allowed in there anyway. Mum and Dad reckon it is becoming too Dark Arts orientated. Getting himself into a brawl with Arsenius Snape, the potion prodigy git was not a happy decision either. The Magical Law Enforcement squad had to interfere. Obviously Dad was informed, as Aberforth is still underage.

I can't wait to get my wand for 1) be able to cast a spell to mask my handwriting properly (not the Muggle way) and 2) to make parchment disintegrate once it is read by the lawful recipient. One look at it by Dad and the culprit was named: me. Not use saying 'It wasn't me' to Dad. He's the cleverest warlock in the world. One day, I'll be just like him...

...then I can kick Adolph Grindelwald's pompous arse!

Nighty night!

14^th June 1951 - Adolph

Father had always warned me about staying close to Muggle-friendly-happy-looking-nerds. That is to say, the Dumbledores. I really agree with him now. And that idiot Albus is the worst. He got me in detention today. Me! The victim of one of his latest pranks. How can he be so stupid as to release a dung bomb in the middle of history class and hope to get away with it? I mean, in Merlin's School for Boys, all the teachers are wizards, and they have a very good eye for trouble brewing signs. He might have as well go to the Headmaster directly... Not only did I stank for the whole day (he must have gotten this new type of dung bomb that no scourgify can get rid of the smell), by retaliating (who wouldn't?), I had to go and see Headmaster too! Well, see his desk more like.

At least he got double the trouble, we can say. But then again, Father had his views shared later that evening... I'm sure nancy-pansy Dumbledore Senior is a right softy and laughed about the whole incident...

Got a letter from Drumstag Institute today. Father wishes me to go to Hogwarts, if I ever get the letter from them. He reckons I should first learn the basics in the English system and then focus on a good subject by going to Drumstag as a research student or something. He doesn't even ask my opinion on the whole thing. I know what subject is the one he want me to specialise though: Dark Arts.

But I don't want to go to Hogwarts! That git will definitely be there too. But since Father must never be contradicted...

Sigh....life can really suck. Must think of revenge against Dumbledore. Will sleep on it.

Good night.