Two Lives, Two Friends, Two Lovers

December 1

I'm finally starting this diary that I received for my birthday last month on the first. Whoever is reading this is either incredibly lucky I am showing this to you or is in incredible trouble once I find you and punish you for taking my diary. I am Prefect of Gryffindor after all. My name is November Whitley, and I just turned sixteen. I am a sixth year at Hogwarts, and absolutely love to do charms and transfiguration. What else can I say about myself? Well, I have never had a boyfriend before, although my best friend Mary tells me I've been checked out (is that what they call it?) a lot.

Mary is absolutely wonderful. She's older than me, born in August, and is beautiful in her own way. She has straight, raven colored hair and incredible sapphire eyes. They're almost transparent. She's very slim, and pale in a very elegant way, but what's cute about her is that she's short. She's creative and outspoken, almost everything I'm not. We're opposite in almost every way. But I love her. I wouldn't be complete if I didn't have her as my friend.

Today I did nothing really, besides finish my Divination (an interesting subject) homework and complete a Potions essay. Professor Snape seems to hate me and I have done nothing wrong, besides participating when he's answered questions. He even took five points from Gryffindor because I spoke without being called on! Ugh! Sometimes, he infuriates me. But Mary handles him well. Well, she has too. He is her Head of House. She tells me he is a lost, misunderstood soul. She's so open-minded. I really look up to her.

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December 1

So, I got this thing from my freakishly religious mother. It's a prayer journal. I find it ironic that I am a witch and I came out of her. But instead of writing down prayers and whatnot, I'm using this as my journal. My therapy. My confident. After my best friend November, of course. November's an interesting person. I first met her first year on the train ride to Hogwarts. She was a lost cause, I tell you. She was so worried about grades, even though school hadn't even started. She's pretty, but incredibly shy and self-conscious. The typical blonde haired, green-eyed quiet girl, more appropriate as a trophy wife than anything else. But when I actually talked to her, I realized how intelligent she is. She's so smart and loyal and determined. She knows wrong from right, and can always find the positive side of things.

So about me. Hm... I'm Mary Warren, and am sixteen. My birthday is August 16 and I am a Leo. People would call me goth, compared to November, who people would call preppy. My grandparents (who I visit every summer, the whole summer) live in San Fransisco, California in the United States, so if I use slang here... Well, I'm the only one writing and reading this thing, so I'll understand. I'm in Slytherin, and after the whole Chamber of Secrets fiasco happened last year, she's even more paranoid about my House, especially my professor. I love taking pictures, and managed to snap one of him when he was walking the Ground at night. My mother swears that he's a vampire. I laughed. Hahaha...

Today was boring. 'Nuff said. I doodled during my classes, except for History of Magic, which I slept through. Binns just drowns on and on and on... I was going to skip on my homework, but November made me do it. It was such an effort. Hm... I'm hungry. I'll write more later.