The DADA class was horrible. I couldn't sleep...couldn't eat all week...now I had 2 classes with Snape.
Imagine...just last year he begged me to be with him...so be his bride. And I, the silly fool, not being much younger said yes. We would have been planning now...then he grew distant. Cold. He used to love sneaking up to my room, to just be with me. But now it seems he dosen't want me anymore. God I feel so stupid and empty.
I know I look like shit. My hair was upkept and dry, my clothes were dirty, and mussed. I had bags under my eyes so dark, they looked like eyeliner. Even my own mates were scared of me. I saw Hermoine run past me, she glanced at me for a second...I thought I saw sympathy flash into her eyes. Feh.
I turned down a familiar passage and whispered 'Good boy, Ralph' to the Hippogriff in the picture. He bowed, and the picture slid open.
I crawled inside the small room, and sat on the small chaise lounge within. I wrapped my arms around myself and begain to sob....oh gods....I want to die