It's very uncharacteristic of me to keep a diary. It's not something anyone would ever catch me doing, dead or alive. But what can you do when someone gives you a blank book? I suppose I at least owe that to whoever gave me my first Christmas gift in... how long? I cannot be sure.
Life in the ways of Severus Snape goes about the same as always. There is little change, except with that annoying Granger twit. I'm about to wring the little showoff's neck.
-S.S.