"Hatstall" Hufflepuff/Slytherin First Year Memoirs.
written by Mondiecee G. Vendour
Mondiecee Galicier Vendour is one of those "Slytherpuffs". Wanting to keep her cover sweet, she asked to be placed in Hufflepuff. Now you can see the plans she's been hiding, and the explosions! ((The cover is made by me: the Hufflepuff drawing is drawn by me in real life; the notebook belongs to me in real life.))
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First Year Complete.
Chapter 10
April 1st, 1999.
APRIL'S FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!
Have I mentioned April is my favourite month?! I must have! PUREly for the first day of the month, because I'm not too fond of rabbits or eggs. It's spring, too, and that means Spring Break. Or well, Easter Break, whatever. Point is; no classes!
What is so wonderful? Everyone can be victim or suspect in the confusion.
April's Fool Day is not so popular here at Hogwarts, I noticed, which is sad, because I literally know everything about it. Once, in Year 6 last year (at a Muggle school) we were supposed to write a two page long essay on our favourite holiday, why we appreciate it, how our family appreciates it, different customs all over the world on the same holiday and other rubbish like that. That's how I came to know the French call it "April Fish" sometimes. Poissons d'avril. I'm starting to know French from Dora's correspondent jobs.
On to le sujet, I tell you my April's Fool Day schedule: On the last days of March, I play no pranks, and stock up on extra equipment I've bought/ordered or created, and on the eve of April Fish, after dinner, I triple-check everything and go straight to bed (in my lab this time) so I wake up at 4:00 AM sharp. Once I've gotten up, I leave my lab, bringing les préparations, and GO! You see, after noon, you become the fool yourself (some places after that day, April 2nd) so I gotta hurry. No one's awake yet (except I forced Arella awake, I took her with me) then we spend the "before breakfast" time dodging the few awake people and setting up pranks. Then we perform nice little tricks of the most vicieux kind 'til after lunch. Glorious fun, then at around 10:00 PM onwards, we started shouting "APRIL FOOOOOOOOLLLL!!!"
A lot of people were unaware (most of them), but it turns out I have made lots of enemies who were full of vengeance. Let's not get into details, I still had fun, and blocked my ears before anyone said "April––".
April 17th, 1999.
April is great fun, Easter holidays; no classes, though quite the homework. It's been a great month so far, and I made a great decision. I'm noting this down as a reminder, but I'm running out of space on this thin notebook (although, yes, over 2 dozen pages have been ripped or damaged, and the remaining pages are too stained and ugly).
May 18th, 1999.
Oh, I quite forgot all about you. I should get a new notebook, and one specifically for my Inventions only, remind me of that. I just remembered I dropped ToDoLists after the first few days. Hm.
June 1st, 1999.
Final Exams starting. Revising from you and my other new "educational" notebook. I need luck.
June 7th, 1999.
Exams ended a short while ago (just ended for the over-loaded 3rd Year+) Hope I pass.
June 15th, 1999.
I miraculously passed everything except Astro and HoM, which I got fixed (I passed Transfig by exactly one point). Arella says I should study just for exams for less risks. I think I might agree. This is proof that a year difference means I can still pass off as a normal student, right? I'm glad I impersonated everyone, Hogwarts is great fun, even if I have only one friend. Some people actually talk to me normally now (about 5!!), and everyone else is neutral, because I'm not really sociable. Only about a dozen and a half truly hate me, and that's okay; I hate them, too. :-)
18th June, 1999.
I am on the Hogwarts Express back home, where I will lock you safely away as my Memoirs. As Arella is now snoring soundly, I will finish you now, as my First Year.
It's been a weird year. He Who Must Not Be Named was defeated. I don't really like writing about that, it's creepy. Heard he's bald. So here was my year. 1998-1999.
First, my parents decided I had crossed the line, and gave me the worse punishment: missing the World Cup! After that, Leo got sprattergroit (however you spell it), and grandpa (my Muggle one) was on his death bed. I forgot to mention, R.I.P. :-(
My family moved to be there, and Dora traverses in between there and France (due to her job), keeping Leo in the fresh air, in a different house, and Kenneth having the time of his life. I guess my parents were stressed, though.
Then the awful: old aunt Gabriel had to come to take care of me, and made sure I served my prison punishment and "reformed" me. I had to serve her, do chores all day, serve the disgusting tea. At least she slept often, that gave me freedom.
Then OHHH WOAH WOAH!!
My Hogwarts letter! They did a mis-registeration! I found Mother must've forgot about it, so I never fixed it. Smiles!
While my aunt was sleeping, I examined the letters of my mother and Aunt Gabrielle, who has a ratty personality, even Mother agrees. That's why she sent her to me. Women are truly evil. For a week, I practised copying their styles and handwriting 2 hours a day, 3 on a good day, then I pretended to send a letter to The Aunt, saying The Aunt could go, and the selfish pig obligingly went!
After that, I went school-shopping, stitching up Dora's First Year hand-me-downs (I'm small for my age, and well...), using Dora/Leo's First Year books, gathering around the house, and buying the rest.
I live on Charing Cross, and managed to cart myself to King's Cross on September 1st with breaking bones. The rest you probably know, because this is the last page.
If you're wondering about it, next September (1999) it will be my Second Year.
-Mondiecee Galicier Vendour, resident of UK, London, Charing Cross. Witch, Hogwarts Student.
Born January 27th, 1988.
Notebook of the First Year memoirs, from a Hatstall Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
~M0NDIE€EE
APRIL'S FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!
Have I mentioned April is my favourite month?! I must have! PUREly for the first day of the month, because I'm not too fond of rabbits or eggs. It's spring, too, and that means Spring Break. Or well, Easter Break, whatever. Point is; no classes!
What is so wonderful? Everyone can be victim or suspect in the confusion.
April's Fool Day is not so popular here at Hogwarts, I noticed, which is sad, because I literally know everything about it. Once, in Year 6 last year (at a Muggle school) we were supposed to write a two page long essay on our favourite holiday, why we appreciate it, how our family appreciates it, different customs all over the world on the same holiday and other rubbish like that. That's how I came to know the French call it "April Fish" sometimes. Poissons d'avril. I'm starting to know French from Dora's correspondent jobs.
On to le sujet, I tell you my April's Fool Day schedule: On the last days of March, I play no pranks, and stock up on extra equipment I've bought/ordered or created, and on the eve of April Fish, after dinner, I triple-check everything and go straight to bed (in my lab this time) so I wake up at 4:00 AM sharp. Once I've gotten up, I leave my lab, bringing les préparations, and GO! You see, after noon, you become the fool yourself (some places after that day, April 2nd) so I gotta hurry. No one's awake yet (except I forced Arella awake, I took her with me) then we spend the "before breakfast" time dodging the few awake people and setting up pranks. Then we perform nice little tricks of the most vicieux kind 'til after lunch. Glorious fun, then at around 10:00 PM onwards, we started shouting "APRIL FOOOOOOOOLLLL!!!"
A lot of people were unaware (most of them), but it turns out I have made lots of enemies who were full of vengeance. Let's not get into details, I still had fun, and blocked my ears before anyone said "April––".
April 17th, 1999.
April is great fun, Easter holidays; no classes, though quite the homework. It's been a great month so far, and I made a great decision. I'm noting this down as a reminder, but I'm running out of space on this thin notebook (although, yes, over 2 dozen pages have been ripped or damaged, and the remaining pages are too stained and ugly).
May 18th, 1999.
Oh, I quite forgot all about you. I should get a new notebook, and one specifically for my Inventions only, remind me of that. I just remembered I dropped ToDoLists after the first few days. Hm.
June 1st, 1999.
Final Exams starting. Revising from you and my other new "educational" notebook. I need luck.
June 7th, 1999.
Exams ended a short while ago (just ended for the over-loaded 3rd Year+) Hope I pass.
June 15th, 1999.
I miraculously passed everything except Astro and HoM, which I got fixed (I passed Transfig by exactly one point). Arella says I should study just for exams for less risks. I think I might agree. This is proof that a year difference means I can still pass off as a normal student, right? I'm glad I impersonated everyone, Hogwarts is great fun, even if I have only one friend. Some people actually talk to me normally now (about 5!!), and everyone else is neutral, because I'm not really sociable. Only about a dozen and a half truly hate me, and that's okay; I hate them, too. :-)
18th June, 1999.
I am on the Hogwarts Express back home, where I will lock you safely away as my Memoirs. As Arella is now snoring soundly, I will finish you now, as my First Year.
It's been a weird year. He Who Must Not Be Named was defeated. I don't really like writing about that, it's creepy. Heard he's bald. So here was my year. 1998-1999.
First, my parents decided I had crossed the line, and gave me the worse punishment: missing the World Cup! After that, Leo got sprattergroit (however you spell it), and grandpa (my Muggle one) was on his death bed. I forgot to mention, R.I.P. :-(
My family moved to be there, and Dora traverses in between there and France (due to her job), keeping Leo in the fresh air, in a different house, and Kenneth having the time of his life. I guess my parents were stressed, though.
Then the awful: old aunt Gabriel had to come to take care of me, and made sure I served my prison punishment and "reformed" me. I had to serve her, do chores all day, serve the disgusting tea. At least she slept often, that gave me freedom.
Then OHHH WOAH WOAH!!
My Hogwarts letter! They did a mis-registeration! I found Mother must've forgot about it, so I never fixed it. Smiles!
While my aunt was sleeping, I examined the letters of my mother and Aunt Gabrielle, who has a ratty personality, even Mother agrees. That's why she sent her to me. Women are truly evil. For a week, I practised copying their styles and handwriting 2 hours a day, 3 on a good day, then I pretended to send a letter to The Aunt, saying The Aunt could go, and the selfish pig obligingly went!
After that, I went school-shopping, stitching up Dora's First Year hand-me-downs (I'm small for my age, and well...), using Dora/Leo's First Year books, gathering around the house, and buying the rest.
I live on Charing Cross, and managed to cart myself to King's Cross on September 1st with breaking bones. The rest you probably know, because this is the last page.
If you're wondering about it, next September (1999) it will be my Second Year.
-Mondiecee Galicier Vendour, resident of UK, London, Charing Cross. Witch, Hogwarts Student.
Born January 27th, 1988.
Notebook of the First Year memoirs, from a Hatstall Slytherin and Hufflepuff.
~M0NDIE€EE
