Drapple

The Final Entry

Dear Log,

I'm afraid that this shall be my last entry in you, old friend.

It has been several weeks since the cruel murder of my beloved Lisle.

I have managed to hold it together, attending as many as three classes a week and only crying 19 hours of the day.

Cedric, however, has been struggling, the poor dear. He has attempted to replace Lisle with a pear, a feat that hasn't been the least successful and has just been painful to watch. I sincerely hope that he will be able to fully recover, especially for Hufflepuff's Quidditch season next year.

It has been an extremely emotional month but ultimately I have learned a valuable lesson: if you love someone then they will be cruelly murdered by your best friend just as you have decided to trust them to choose you.

However, I guess I cannot stop myself from loving. Today I saw a gorgeous banana that I couldn't help but ogle for a few minutes. Perhaps I will be able to move on. Just maybe.

Although I'm sure that Lisle would want me to be happy, I cannot help but feel guilty whenever I find my eyes lingering on another fruit (like that damned banana). Her death is so fresh--it has only been weeks.

My classmates have begun to fear that I am going insane, which is balderdash. Pansy insists that the regular seances I hold in an attempt to get a hold of Lisle are "weird" and even Snape has professed worries, saying that I write in you, my dearest friend, far too much, especially with the recent "incident". In fact, he is the reason this is my last entry--he has insisted that my obsession with you and the Apple are not healthy. My respect for him is dwindling but I still do owe the man a lot and so I will do as he wishes. For the time being, at least.

Perhaps it is for the best, however. Did you know that while I was busy with Lisle, Potter managed to help notorious murderer, Sirius Black? Apparently, it has also been proven that Lupin (our old defense against the dark art teacher) was a werewolf! Father was simply outraged and I cannot say that I can blame him.

Sad as it is, Potter is back to being worshipped, along with Granger and the Weasel. I was really hoping that they would hide in the shadows once more. Ah well. I guess you can't--one second, dear friend, it appears I am being summoned ...

I'm sorry, Zabini has just informed me that it is time for the end of year feast in the Great Hall. How quickly this year has passed! I hardly recall learning anything new or any tricks Potty and I played on each other.

Father will definitely not permit his masculine young son to write in a diary so it here will be absolutely no more writing for me, especially with Snape expressing concerns and corresponding with my dad.

I suppose this really is the end, my dear friend. Goyle is rushing me to go and so I must. Hopefully the Slytherins shall win the House Cup!

Love always,
Draco