Disclaimer: See first chapter for diclaimer

JANUARY

JAN 4th

Dear Diary (I must rid myself of such a muggle saying)

I feel I am going insane. Twice I was passed by Amy Benson and her explicably large chest. The first time I was on kitchen duty, which involves washing and drying the dishes. I was just standing there, drying a mug and dreaming of the day when I would rid myself of this hellhole.

Then there she went, breast poking out like a… like a small child's overbite.

Yes! Fine! I'm still trying to think of ways to describe it! Are you happy now?

Actually I thought the description was rather good for someone who has never laid eyes on a pair of tits before.

But anyway, my point is that she made me drop the mug. That means I had to clean the mess up, without using magic because I am underage, and have the orphanages chef glare at me while I finished kitchen duty.

The second time was much worse.

I was in the large living room finishing some homework for when I returned to Hogwarts. I refilled my quill with ink by dipping it into my inkwell. Only at that moment did Amy Benson walk past and said: "Hi Tom,"

I looked up and stared at that unique chest right on the full, although, she probably didn't notice the whereabouts of my eyes because she was halfway across the room. Whilst staring in bewilderment, my hand knocked over my inkwell, spilling ink all over my essay! This averted my gaze completely.

"Shit!" I cried.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle!" roared Mrs. Cole, striding into the room. "What have I said about not swearing?"

"Sorry Mrs. Cole," I muttered. I could hear Amy Benson's laugh die down as she walked down the hall.

She must have thought I was such an idiot!

I this proves anything; it proves that girls are a distraction from schoolwork. I hope there are no girls like Amy Benson at Hogwarts (Because I'm not the type of guy who bothered to look… up until now.) Because if there are, I am in trouble!

If I'm ever to be good at magic, let alone the best, I have to rid all traces of the opposite sex out of my head. I cannot afford too have any dis

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I am insane! Amy Benson just

walked past, and look at what she made me do!

Now I've drawn all over my diary!

Despite my sentence above, I have decided that if

I do not see Amy Benson's breasts

this haunting shall never end!

A/N# This big gap on the left is where Tom draws over his diary because Amy Benson waks past. I did put a scribble there but it's not letting me upload it. Sorry that this chapter is a bit shorter than the last one but the upcoming chapter is going to be... well... a bit raunchy and I didn't want it to clash with this one.