THE DIARY OF A MAD BLONDE WOMAN {{ada}}

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THIS JOURNAL BELONGS TO ADA WILLIAMS. PUT IT DOWN AND RETURN IT TO HER NOW.

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DEAR LOVELY PEOPLE DOWN AT THE AGENCY,[/color][/font]

You asked me to keep a journal, so here it is in all it’s horribly interesting glory. I hope you all enjoy it when I write down the fascinating recap of whichever class I think you will find the most informative. Since today is an extra-special day, being the first day I start this journal/series of letters/whatever you want me to call it, I’m going to treat you all to the notes I took in History of Magic class, the most exhilarating class in all of Hogwarts. I hope you find the vital information you were looking for.

I have nothing more “of interest” to write down. Damien’s doing his job well, as far as I can tell, and my hand is cramping. See you in the next installment of this journal.

-ADA[/blockquote]

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TO MY FAVORITE PEOPLE IN THE WHOLE WORLD,[/color][/font]

Thanks. For everything you’ve done for me. I truly appreciate it. And while I’m thanking you, can I just mention how much I love this job? I completely rock at it too, seeing as it’s not like I had zero experience before you told me to go all superspy James Bond on this school’s ass.

I was in the Potions classroom (after hours of course—oh joy! Who wouldn’t want more Potions?) dutifully cataloguing all the ingredients kept there so that you could enjoy this knowledge with me, when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I knew it was either a Prefect, a Professor, or the caretaker, so I had to hide. You’re lucky I’m smallish, or else everything would be so screwed up. Not that they aren’t. But it’s a different kind of screwed up than it would’ve been if I’d gotten caught. As it is, I managed to duck into the cabinet near the front of the classroom, and I was super excited to be squished in there with a bunch of Potions flasks with my knees to my chest in pitch black darkness as I listened to someone shuffle around the classroom for what felt like half an hour. And here’s the kicker—one of the flasks must not have sealed tight, because I could smell this oddly familiar scent the whole time I’m in this cramped little cabinet, and it was slowly driving me out of my mind. Literally.

I don’t know if I’ve told you people about Amortentia yet, but let me enlighten you if I haven’t. It’s a sort of love potion. More like the love potion. It’s freaking powerful. And I was sitting there inhaling the fumes of said love potion for something like five or ten minutes. Thank you so much for providing me with this opportunity.

Eventually the footsteps went away and I managed to unfold myself out of that cabinet, but everything was sort of hazy by that point. Like I said, I was out of my mind. And I just waltzed up the stairways in my own little dreamworld, in the middle of the corridors, not even trying to be sneaky—it was sheer luck that I didn’t run into any authority figures. And then when I got to the Common Room, I saw my friend, Seb, who happened to be up after hours. My friend, who was good enough to forgive me the lapse in sanity that followed next.

Disclaimer: None of what happened next is my fault. I was doped up, figuratively speaking, and it’s your fault I was so tripped out. YOUR FAULT. You should feel bad about inflicting this on your dear little protégée.

So I ran into Seb, and I went psycho on him. If I remember correctly, I stared at him like he was God, hugged him a lot, played with his hair, and even tried to kiss him once or twice. Also, I may have told him a lot of very complimentary things, the full nature of which I don’t remember, thank God, because I don’t think I want to know all that I told him. Everything is kind of stuck in a haze. Luckily, Seb is a great guy and caught onto the fact that I wasn’t myself, so he tried to prevent me from doing anything completely stupid. He had to put me to bed on the couch.

So, in short, this job is such an awesome thing for me because it opens up doors. Like the door to instant humiliation. I truly appreciate that. Thanks again.

P.S. I suffered so much for the Potions inventory that you’ll find attached, that you’d better freaking frame it.

-ADA[/blockquote]