Leathery Tome of Letti's

Dear...giant...leather...thing,

You're hideous. Really. I'm having a hard time believing that I own you. What was my mother thinking when she decided to buy you? No, scratch that. What was she thinking when she decided to give you to me?

That woman is mad.

And the only reason I'm even writing in you is because all of my diary-journal thingies always end up in the trash bin. Mum knows that. So now I'll have an excuse as to why you will no longer be in my possession in a few weeks. Meh. Maybe days.

Anyway, that's basically all I wanted to say: you'd make a troll's eyes water.

Holding in gags,

Letti

Dear Book-That-I-Refuse-To-Address-As-A-Diary,

I love herbology. Honestly, I do. But I wish I never attended today. I wish I had just stayed asleep and skipped. Not only was I the only person who actually showed up on time, but I was the only one there to answer the professor's question.

Actually, forget that last part because answering would actually require knowing the correct response. So much for being a better student...

Oh, Merlin, I sound like a Ravenclaw! (Mel, if, for some reason, you're reading this, I say that with no intention to offend you.)

Gah! I don't think I've ever felt so stupid. I guess this means I need to study more.

Blushing and Wishing I Were Dead,

Letti