snapeinmidgar

My job has become less tiresome of late.

The students all appear to be missing -- those loathsome creatures, do they not appreciate the worth of my wisdom?? -- and most of the professors are either taking it in stride or are missing themselves.

Thus I find I can spend my days experimenting in my Potions Chemistry lab, enjoying a freedom of research I have not known in many years.

The only sadness I must deal with is my darling Jane. She seems to have been affected by our move -- she is melancholy one moment, and ecstatic the next. (M. Xhellia is hinting that she has a boyfriend. I must find out the truth and, if so, scare the blasted twit into good behaviour.) And she looks so like her mother that it hurts me to the very bottoms of my blackened heart!!!

Also, I have not seen that silver-haired twit who insists on despoiling my offspring. This is another highlight in my universe. Unless he is off despoiling my offspring, in which case I WILL RAIN THE HAUNTING BLACKNESS OF DEATH UPON HIS ILL-BEGOTTEN HEAD.

Someone has burnt down the principal's office.

It was not me.

Oh, how I wish it had been me.

In fact, I am tempted to do it a second time.


Whoever has done this, if you come to me and confess, I will be sure that you pass Chemistry with flying colours.


Also, I have not recently seen the nurse.

It has come to my attention that approximately half of my students are missing.

The other half are coming to class armed with knives, swords, and these unbearable things called "mag rods".

I do not know what is going on, but if it has killed approximately 1/2 of my students, I must encourage it to eliminate the other 50%.

Sincerely,
Severus Snape, Ph.D

P.S. Perhaps Madame Nurse would know? I shall ask her.

There is dreadful news. The little Weasley-haired whelp has cancelled his fighting tournament. This robs me of my best chance to take out my aggressions on those silver-haired wastrels who insist on besmirching the sterling virtues of my daughters.

Which leaves me no choice. I am meeting this afternoon with the Gasts in the hopes that they will help me sponsor this tournament. Aeris' parents have been most helpful to me in other matters and I can only hope that they will see the importance of letting this fight continue.

If not, I assume I can simply wait until they are high enough and then ask again.

Sincerely,
Severus Snape.

This evening I drank a Nutritive Potion and then spent an hour contemplating how I am going to eliminate the annoyingly vile men who swarm my daughters like locusts.

After realizing I was bitter, I then partook in some of Aeris' "Extra Credit", after which I relaxed greatly and spent the next two hours contemplating how I am going to kill that Kazoo. Yazoo? Yoz? I cannot remember his vile name, a fact for which I am utmost grateful.

I suspect that this fight will be my best opportunity to sever my ties with this vapid waste of space Rufus calls a "school" once and for all.

They will be distracted by the deaths of their precious experimental children and I will finally be able to loose the bonds of my employent and Apparate back somewhere that does not "suck the proverbial wang", as they say in this disgusting region.

Sincerely,
Severus Snape, Ph.D

P.S. My throat is sore from yelling.

I have created this journal on the orders of Vice-Principal Rufus ShinRa. I am certain he knows everything that has been going on with my daughters... he ordered me to make this in order to "bond better with my students". Pretentious prick.

Also, I have accepted an invitation to a ...fight, it seems. To me it is merely an excuse to let my anger get the better of me, and hopefully kill someone. I told the Vice-Principal that I was doing it to "bond better with my students". Ha!

Miscellaneous notes:
Miss Gainsborough gets extra credit this week.