Showers of Green Snakes

Dear journal,

Two weeks has passed since I wrote to you and what a dull fortnight it has been until today. The students have arrived en masse and I made a point of directing traffic in the entrance hall so as to get a good look at Hermione.

It seems that a summer away from Hogwarts has turned my miniature rosebud, who I have taught for five years, into a blossoming rose, and I am even more in love. Unfortunately her little friends were escorting her into the Great Hall so I could not welcome her back and congratulate her on her wonderful results. I tried my best to keep her in sight but soon I was being trampled on by those maggot like first years so accepted defeat and I too joined the crowd which were flowing through the doors into the Great hall.

I realised that she had sat down so I craned my neck over some tall seventh year Ravenclaw boys to catch a glimpse of her faultless smile. I was filled with a warm feeling. A feeling that I have whenever I set my eyes on her beautiful figure.

I suddenly realised most students had sat down and I hurried to the teachers table and made my way to my normal seat, which had a perfect view of the Gryffindor table and my sweet Hermione. When I arrived to my horror the nameplate said in big blue letters "Professor Lupin". I couldn't believe it. Not only had he stolen my job, he had also taken my seat. And to my dislike it was too late to switch the cards around as Professor Flitwick had just sat down on his pile of books.

He just looked at me while I pondered my next move but suddenly that pipsqueak piped up, "Severus you are next to me," and he smiled his cheesy grin at me.

I shuffled over to him. There was no way I would be able to see her from here.

I looked at Flitwick. He still had that smile pasted across his wrinkly face.

"Dumbledore thought you would like to be close to your House table so you can see your new members. Hope that is not a problem."

"How thoughtful of him," and I smiled through gritted teeth.

Once again Dumbledore had ruined my dreams and it did not improve as when I glanced at the nameplate next to me it had "Professor Hagrid" scrawled on it.

Not only do I have to sit next to wrinkled dwarf I also have to sit next to the walking house who has no grasp of the English language.

The ceremony was worse than ever. I was unable to see Hermione and this year's first years are more nauseating than ever.

After dinner I made my way back to my study. Guess who I bumped into. Miss Granger. She was as radiant as ever.

Somebody is at the door. I hope they go away.

They will not. Great! That's all I need.

Will write tomorrow.

Yours Truly,

Potion Master