⫮ twin diaries

@－ ❛ ʀ ❜：matthias corvin。⁰⁴ ⎧ ◇ ⎭ ∘∘∘  Thursday, 1 October 2020, 10:00 p.m.

❛   ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ,

Today marks the very first month of my fourth university term at Hogwarts. Time has flown by, and it’s become hard to grasp that so much of it has come to pass. Perhaps that makes today the perfect time to begin writing on your pages, and finally fill up your emptiness with the less-than exciting events in my life. Though, I have to admit: I can barely remember exactly what happened in these thirty days. Perhaps I can try to recall…


The first week was most definitely my busiest, as it always is. The professors dive right into lessons, and of course, allocate the most absurd amount of assignments on the first day. “You should have done your summer reading,” they would say, though Merlin knows full well that no one would bloody touch a textbook during our only time of relaxation. My potions professor actually assigned our class a project, actually, which meant that I found myself stuck with a partner that was far too cocksure for his own good. But can I expect anything less from a Gryffindor? Perhaps not. Though, I can say that he isn’t bad company; I could have been stuck with an overly enthusiastic Hufflepuff, for all I knew.

Otherwise, everything else thus far has been completely ordinary, though a little tiring, to say the least. School is as dreadful as it has always been, and perhaps, as it always will be. The classes are generally the same, the people are the same. It’s nearly the same dreadful routine as last year, and from the looks of it, it would be completely the same. Though, there are some things that are slightly different.

To many people’s surprise, I tried out for Quidditch. I surprised myself too, actually. I didn’t think I would ever entertain the sport, I never really cared for it, and yet here I am, as the newest chaser of my team. I didn’t think I’d be any good, really. And yet I made it in? A part of me believes that my father had some influence in it, be it his name or rigging the system in some fashion so they would accept me. Either way, it was quite a shock to know that I would be part of a Quidditch team. Maybe it really did run in our blood.


Speaking of which, mother sent me an owl several times this month. Each of them were the same: she either wrote that she missed me or sent some form of expensive jewelry. The latest was a pearl necklace, which is very pretty, but I did not want it. I knew that it was only a ruse to get me to speak to her and father again, but I am not ready. No, not after what I saw. I even tolld my mother and father to not write to me, you see, but of course, they would not listen. And as much as I adored the little messages and gifts I received from my mother, I did not quite enjoy the reminder that came with them.

It was painful. And with the responsibilities I have to tend to day by day, I did not need such pain. I just wanted to forget. To distract myself.

Which is what I did for the past month. Until now, of course, since I am pouring it out in ink upon your pages.

Now, I must say goodbye. It’s half past curfew, and I have to wake up early tomorrow, as I do most days. I will try to write again soon. Goodnight.  ❜