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|Tuesday, June 29th, 2004|
Something compelled me to come sit at the computer, here in the silence of the library. A part of me, some cavity in my chest, wants to say something. Anything. But I don't know what to say. It continues to feel as if the world has crashed in on us, here. I want to see my parents but I don't know how I'll feel when I do. Current Mood: numb
|Monday, June 21st, 2004|
|N.E.W.T.s and the journal project.
Well, N.E.W.T.s start in just a couple of hours, and I'm feeling fairly good about them. A little nervous, of course, but very prepared - very ready. I revised, reviewed, and practised all year, and have prepared myself for two years, so I'm actually anticipating finally getting to take the exams and putting all this studying to good use. I studied the last I'm going to study last night, and this morning I'm going to have a stroll around the lake, take a big breakfast (brain food!), and not read the Daily Prophet. I hope everyone feels as optimistic as I do. N.E.W.T.s are important in some career fields, but they're not the end of the world, and I advise everyone to relax and enjoy them! You'll never get to take them again, after all! I wonder if they'll ask us to cast a Patronus Charm, because I'd like an excuse.
I'm looking over my journal now and pondering my E. These journals are such funny things, and I've felt so many different ways about them since we began the project. Most of the time, if it's a toss-up between spending my free time doing something relaxing or making a post, I'll choose to read a book or visit with a friend instead of update. At times, updating these journals feels like being up in front of a podium giving a speech, and I can understand why people like Harry are so uncomfortable with it. Sometimes they're the fastest and most the most effective way to get in touch with someone who is probably across the school (well, other than Sonorous
), and sometimes they can really help you get to know someone better, so while I've never been incredibly enthusiastic about keeping up with them, I am, I think, glad for it. This project has inspired me to keep my own diary, which I never did in the past, so often when I have something to say I will say it in there, instead, as it's much more personal. It's also inspired me to share S.P.E.W. in a far-reaching way. However I'm not sure why I was given an E. Have I exceeded the expectations of someone? I am rather fond of E anyway.
Good luck with your N.E.W.T.s, everyone! Current Mood: hungry
|Sunday, June 6th, 2004|
|A tired update.
Well! Percy and Penelope have surprised and delighted us with wedding invitations, and now we girls are in fits of happy planning. Ginny is in paroxysms of excitement, as she adores Penelope, and I am rather pleased, myself, to have been invited. Parvati has been invited, too, as Ron's guest, and Evan Landgreen is coming along as Ginny's. I hope Percy and Penelope will let me know if there's anything at all I can do to help out, or anything in particular they would like in the way of gifts. It looks as if it will be a small, private gathering, so I'm sure preparations are going smoothly, but even if it's simply to hold a door open or to serve punch, I would love to counted on if help is needed.
Lavender is back in the dorm room again, and I have to say, we all missed her very much. She's looking loads better. I took lunch with her and Madam Pomfrey on Friday. If she minds the lot of us hanging over her shoulder like worried mothers, she hasn't said so. We have dear old Cottonfluff rooming with us now as well, so we've all had brush-ups on Reparo
, as Cottonfluff really seems to enjoy making meals out of socks, homework, and anything else he can get his teeth on. Crookshanks and Cottonfluff are getting along really well, thanks to some handy Repelling Charms.
I spent Wednesday night helping Lav get started with colour-coding the notes she did manage to take, but this late in the game, and with her focus on regaining her health, it may just be too much to handle. I've once again taken up the task of studying and brewing the Wolfsbane Potion under Professor Snape's watchful eye, and am helping to monitor Ron's intensive studying, comparing notes twice a week with Parvati, making time to see Ernie every day, and studying on my own, but I feel the need to help Lavender get back on track, too. In all this feverish study, my usual work with S.P.E.W. has suffered greatly, but hopefully over the summer hols, I'll have time to construct some more pamphlets and seek out more members. A hot subject has been what people want to do after leaving school; I hardly have the time to think about what I want to do after school, besides S.P.E.W. I've been thinking of going into Muggle Relations with the Ministry for a while now, but I've grown interested in other areas of the Ministry as well - particularly the Unspeakables, especially since Ernie speaks so highly of his brother. I feel like I could be beneficial in any Muggle-related branch of the Ministry, yet I also want to do something challenging and different
. Perhaps I could even be an Auror. I don't have to decide right this moment, though - and I may not have to decide at all, if I don't meet requirements. I'm trying not to worry about it, though. I'll just prepare myself as best I can and try not to focus on the fact that soon, I'll no longer be a student at Hogwarts. So much has happened these past few months that thinking about the future is so strange.
I fear I've just written a very boring, self-centred entry. It is
nice to get thoughts out of your head and onto paper (or a screen, in this case) sometimes. Current Mood: busy
|Friday, May 21st, 2004|
Excuse me for furthering this nonsense, but I don't want anyone to assume the worst of me from Pansy Parkinson's fictionalised account. I am extremely sorry for not retaining the sense of mind not to rise to Parkinson's bait, for tearing the Arithmancy book which
I had first, for so irresponsibly disrupting the studies of those students in the library, and for doing so much to further the violent Gryffindor stereotype. I did not start anything with her, and I regret that she seems to think I was jonesing for a fight in not letting her take the book from me. I should have simply let Parkinson take the book, but I am a bit stubborn at times, and was determined to keep ahold of it, as I really needed it at the moment. Unfortunately, she did not want to let go either, its weak spine tore, and ink did not only drench Parkinson's silly robes but the both of us, all the surrounding books, the floor, and the shelves. I honestly think it was not
an accident that she knocked into me as she turned to leave, and while I regret it now, I simply knocked her back without thinking it would go any further.
We only slipped down onto the floor because it was slippery with ink. I did not
shove Parkinson down and attempt to beat her head into the floor, and I did not
scream obscenities at her. In fact, most of the screaming was hers - I'm not nearly
so shrill - and those who had gathered around to watch us, without bothering to try and stop us I might add. But we have detention anyway now and we deserve it. Again, I'm very sorry for making such a spectacle of myself. That was how it happened, but I still can't imagine how I allowed it to happen. No one won, so you can stop your silly betting, unless you're betting Parkinson can bind more books than I can, which would be throwing your money away. Current Mood: angry
|Wednesday, April 7th, 2004|
|Must we leave tomorrow?
You know, Ron's right, actually. The more I think of it, the more I'm certain. I admit that when I first heard what we were doing, I felt somewhat dubious about it, but now I can see perfectly what an amazing an experience this is for us all to have! I'm sure we'll all remember this quite fondly years from now. I'm so sorry not everyone got to come along. And I'm also very sorry for throwing that curse at whomever mistook our tent for their own last night. I heard so much talk of pranking last night, I thought you were someone sneaking in to play pranks, but I'm sure
that wasn't your intention! The tents all look just alike, so I'm positive busting in like that was only a mistake. I hope it didn't hit you full on!
I think I'm going to go take a walk now. There's cuddling I think I may be disturbing! Current Mood: good
|Monday, March 29th, 2004|
|It was Miss Granger in the Ravenclaw Common Room with the Very Sharp Quill.
Apparently some rather scandalous things happened at the Ravenclaw party on Friday, which I missed entirely. There was a lot of dancing, a lot of jumping on the furniture, and a bit of drinking as well, it seems. I'm afraid I must not have noticed in my effort to find out who exactly murdered Dr Black!
I almost can't believe I played Cluedo at Hogwarts. I used to play it all the time with my dad when I was much younger, so it seems so strange to me to see it here! I'm still quite delighted, as you can tell. For those who have never played it, it's a Muggle board game wherein you are to solve a murder mystery. You play as one of six characters, and you are handed out cards to aid you in your investigation. In the end, the murderer is one of the six characters, and you must determine whodunit, with what, and where. When Lisa mentioned she had the game here at school, I begged her to let us play it. I'd forgotten not everyone here would just automatically know what Cluedo is, so my excitement weirded out Ernie, I'm sure, but after I explained and we sat down to play it he had a knack for it, as you might expect! Naturally the pictures on the cards didn't move, but we came up with the notion to charm our game pieces so we could direct them like chessmen. I favour playing as Professor Plum, and Ernie was Colonel Mustard - and for the two games she played with us, Lisa was Reverend Green, since we all felt someone had to be the Rev, and who better than Lisa, who is Jewish? It was so fitting. The second game we played, it was Col Mustard with the Dagger in the Lounge, and we had to take a break while Ernie attempted to protest his innocence. To no avail! It was the big house for Col Mustard.
It is worth noting that if you play Cluedo at all you ought to play it with someone like Ernie, who seems to be able to come up with backstories for each and every murder. In fact, Miss Scarlett twice murdered Dr Black in the Kitchen with the Spanner, but they were unique in that once Miss Scarlett murdered him for cheating on her with Mrs Peacock and the other time she simply thought he was a very large cockroach.
We probably played at least fifteen or twenty games; I have pages upon pages of Cluedo notes! It must have been very late when we decided to call it a night, as people were sleeping on the couches instead of jumping on them, and most of the students from other houses had cleared out.
It was only last night I overheard Lavender going on about some of the more mind-boggling events from Friday night and I must just say that wherever Ginny's hiding, she's got a lot of explaining to do. I don't think she was even drinking. Current Mood: satisfied
|Saturday, February 14th, 2004|
|Chilly this morning.
I, too, have finished my questionnaire
. It seems that's the last of things, at least until the feast tonight. I'd forgotten about it being on Valentine's Day, but my parents sent me a little card, which jogged my memory. Mostly I can't wait to get Crookshanks back. I sleep much better with him curled up next to me. Current Mood: cold
|Friday, February 13th, 2004|
|Friday the thirteenth.
Like I said just yesterday, things have been carried a bit too far now. This morning we had so-called "trust lessons" with Professor Snape and Professor Black. I'm not sure what they had planned and who qualified them to teach trust lessons, but it was quite a sight to have students from all four houses packed into the Potions classroom, waiting for Professor Snape to show up (Professor Black was already there, looking entirely pleased with himself now that I think about it). I heard a lot of conversation about all the pranking
those two have been up to, but I was certain we were going to get a good lesson, especially since it was to be our last this week.
Now, everyone knows it isn't like Professor Snape to be late, so I must admit I was a tad anxious because it seems every morning this week something has happened between he and Professor Black, and I was expressing my worry to the person next to me when Professor Snape blew in, and if I may say so, had there been any windows in the dungeon they all surely would have shattered upon his arrival. I do believe he was actually green
with rage. I'm sure I've never seen him in such a temper, and as you know, he has been in some perfect states before; it's no wonder, though, his teeth were chattering and his hair was damp and looked to be somewhat frozen. Everyone was stunned into utter silence, but unfortunately that did not last long, for Professor Snape drew his wand and hexed Professor Black into the wall.
Naturally, I drew my own wand, thinking I ought to stop the both of them before they could get seriously injured, but at that moment a hex went directly past my face and hit poor Filbert Snodgrass, who was sitting on the other side of Ginny. I'm not sure who hurled that jinx, but within seconds, Ginny retaliated, and suddenly it seemed everyone in the entire room was casting something. Students were scrambling everywhere, and luckily I think many escaped from the classroom, but also several went down quite immediately. I lost sight of the professors because Ernie pulled me down under the table nearest to us. After some more quick thinking on Ernie's part, we re-emerged with cauldrons on our heads, wands at the ready. Laugh if you will, but seconds after I stepped out I heard a curse rebound off the side of my cauldron. Fortunately we were able to disarm many of the students who had apparently taken Professor Snape's total lack of control as an excuse to lose control, themselves. (If you are still missing your wand, please check with me, because I still have four wands that have not been claimed.)
Luckily, Lisa emerged from the chaos and joined us, cauldron and all, and managed to help put a stop to the utter chaos. I'm afraid the Potions classroom is in disarray at the moment; hopefully it will be restored come Monday. Also, after the dust had settled a bit, I learnt that Hannah Abbott had been Transfigured into a chair by a bit of rather splashy spell-work. Unfortunate, of course, but really a very accomplished spell. Susan Bones was the only one I know of who ended up being sent to the hospital wing. I do hope she's all right, she actually seemed to have caught a gross number of hexes from someone.
Do you know, people are saying that Professor Black somehow put Professor Snape's entire living quarters on the Quidditch pitch? And it's snowing, too!
I've never put any stock in Friday the thirteenth before, but now I'm starting to think people are onto something.
If you don't mind, I have something to fill out. Current Mood: unimpressed
|Thursday, February 12th, 2004|
You know, I'm all for doing good deeds and putting aside differences, but some seem to be going a little too far. Simply an observation. At least Professor Dumbledore doesn't seem to have much of a problem with the rowdiness. There seems to be a lot of romance in the air as of late, as well. Again, only an observation.
I know I, for one, have had a lot of fun so far this week, getting to see the other houses, meeting new people, attending the dual lessons, and accomplishing the good deeds Ernie and I selected. The latter alone fills me with an immense sense of satisfaction and happiness - perhaps that's also the lasting effects of the Valentine biscuits with the Cheering Charms baked into them, but that's really quite all right. They were very clever.
Anyway, I'm terribly relieved I'm not the only one who has chosen to do a portrait of their partner this week. I've loved looking at all of them. Well done, everyone. That said, here is my portrait I drew of my partner, ( Ernie Macmillan.Collapse ) Current Mood: productive
|Tuesday, February 10th, 2004|
|Love Your Neighbour Week
Personally, I'm really looking forward to the lessons we're getting this week, quite especially today's, as Arithmancy and Transfiguration are subjects I very much enjoy. I shall love to see what we may get to learn this way. You all do realise that no other wizarding school is doing this? We are incredibly lucky. As for the ten good deeds, they are very easy, don't you think? I must insist that my esteemed partner and I pick the more difficult ones to complete - if it counts, I've already fetched something for someone and got to know Frilly, the elf in charge of taking all the professors their tea or coffee in the morning. She's awfully sweet, and she's the mother of Dilly and Dally, who decorate puddings, specifically. They've all been here eleven years now. Frilly prefers rosemary tea. Anyway, I'm glad to know that I'll have a bit of extra time to study for N.E.W.T.s. I think this week was a wonderful idea, and even though I shall miss Crookshanks dearly, I can still go visit him.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to the library with Ron and Harry for a bit. Perhaps we can meet after the lesson, Ernie. And please bring Crookshanks! Current Mood: energetic
|Friday, January 9th, 2004|
|Hello again, Hogwarts.
Well, now I've had a chance to breathe, this is mostly an update to again thank those who sent me Christmas cards. I do hope all the cards and gifts I sent out arrived safely as well. My Christmas was frightfully busy, but still quite nice, and Ginny's visit was welcomed and enjoyed. It was a relief to have her there to help look after the potion I was assigned to brew, as my parents could not, and I know my mother for one truly enjoyed her helpful hand in the kitchen. Unfortunately, however, Ginny and I both misunderstood Professor Snape's instructions and returned to the discouraging news that Ginny was not to help me with the Wolfsbane Potion during her visit after all. We were not purposefully disobedient, of course, but I still feel as if I should have realised this, as it seems very obvious now, and I wish I hadn't been so easily coaxed into letting her take over while I went to get some sleep. Oh, well. There's no use crying over split Wolfsbane Potion.
As Harry and Ginny have said by now, we did manage to escape to Diagon Alley for a day. It is always nice to see Percy, regardless of his stance on house-elves, but he is looking a bit more overworked compared to the last time I saw him! It nearly makes me want to rethink my desire to enter into the Ministry next year! However, I shall hardly be working directly
under Minister Fudge, so I am not entirely discouraged.
It is strange to think that a few days ago I took the train from King's Cross to Hogwarts for what seems to be the last time. I tried to memorise the landscape out the compartment window, seeing it as if it were new even though I have seen it so many times before in fleeting glances. Usually I read a book or talk to Harry and Ron when I'm not monitoring the younger students, but this time, I looked. It was, and is, a bittersweet feeling. Since returning, it seems I particularly notice every stone I walk over in the hallways, appreciate every portrait as never before, and admire every professor teaching here just that much more. Which reminds me:
Professor Lupin, I hope your recovery is going well, and I hope you return to Hogwarts before school lets out. You see, it simply would not be right if you didn't. Current Mood: calm
|Monday, July 21st, 2003|
Well, my parents and I are leaving for Transylvania tomorrow morning. As most people know, my parents are Muggles, so we'll be taking an aeroplane. I prefer flying that way rather than on a broomstick, personally, as it's much easier to catch up on reading on an aeroplane. Ron, have you got my owl? Harry, I'll be sending one to you as well as soon as the one I've borrowed from Hogsmeade for the hols comes back from the Burrow. Sometimes I do wish I'd got an owl, but of course I love Crookshanks far too much to consider leaving him at home while I'm away at Hogwarts. At any rate, I won't be able to stay in touch very often, as I'd hate to put that much burden on an owl . . . I was wondering if you, Ron, Harry and Ginny, would like to go to Diagon Alley with me next month. I won't be returning until 1 August, but of course we have plenty
of time, though I'd like to get my books earlier than last term. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will let you go to Diagon Alley, Harry, so there shouldn't be any problem. Current Mood: excited
|Friday, June 27th, 2003|
|To those who wait.
Well, as everybody no doubt knows by now, Harry and Colin have both woken up. They aren't technically
allowed visitors outside of immediate family, but Harry's been asking for people all night and poor Colin's father can't even see
Hogwarts, let alone come visit of course, so they're making a bit of an exception. However, please don't try to visit Harry unless someone specifically comes and gets you. Of course
we all want Harry to get better, but we shouldn't really
be bothering him unless he's asked.
I haven't been to see Colin yet. He hasn't asked for me, and when I went to the hospital wing last night, Ginny was with him. I think that time alone is really something they both need, so I really don't wish to interrupt it. I'd hoped I could think of a poignant -- well, I don't know, something
to say -- but I expect what Ginny and Colin need right now is each other. If either of you read this, though, I just wanted to tell you that Soblessa was lovely, and do you know, even I had to respect her Divination abilities (as you know, I've not been much of one for Divination).
Harry asked for Ron and me a few hours after he woke up last night, so when Professor Black got us, of course
we went down and sat with him for a bit, first Ron and then me. He looks -- well, I suppose he looks awful. I do feel so horrid saying something like that, but he looked so hurt.
I can't stand to see him that way, but of course I've read all about the sorts of injuries Harry's had and I expect he'll be better quite soon. He's not terribly coherent yet, of course, and mostly he kept mentioning fish
and . . . well, none of it made much sense, especially as he kept drifting off. Ron and I weren't even around
when they found Harry, as we'd been sitting with Ginny. I don't think either one of us has ever been as worried as when they found that first Hufflepuff. I suppose that's selfish, and of course it's not entirely what I mean, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was just hoping, Please, not Harry too.
I know Ron thought the same thing; I've never seen him so upset. He's been staying with Ginny mostly, and I don't exactly feel right intruding upon them. I did tidy Ginny's dormitory for her a bit, but I think the best thing all of us can do is allow everyone to grieve in privacy.
Mr and Mrs Weasley and Percy and Fred and George and Charlie and Penelope came last night when all the parents were allowed, and I think they're going to try to take Ron and Ginny home. Poor George and Fred have been trying to find a way into Hogwarts for nearly a week, and while I do see that they'd be endangering themselves, I understand why. It's lucky they didn't get hurt while doing it! Mr Weasley is so serious right now, and Mrs Weasley is of course a mess. I don't think it had quite sunk in that Ron and Ginny were fine until she saw them herself, which is quite how I feel often as well.
I must say, I am relieved that this is all finally starting to show chances of looking up. I just wish exams hadn't been cancelled! Current Mood: hopeful
|Tuesday, June 24th, 2003|
Things have been an absolute nightmare, if that wasn't already apparent. I just woke up and I don't know how
I slept so long but I only wanted to rest my eyes for a minute last night and when I woke up I was in a bed in hospital, which of course worried me a bit. I thought I'd got injuries without realising! You can imagine my worry before I realised what was going on.
Seamus has been an absolute blessing in the hospital wing since they finally moved everyone there. Lisa Turpin and I, I'm afraid, haven't been much help there as of course Professor McGonagall has asked the prefects to keep everyone calm. Hannah Abbott's sister is missing, so it's perfectly understandable and expectable to give her the time off. I've tried to maintain a sense of order and calm to give the other students hope that everything was all right, but I don't know that I can go on that way for much longer. I don't quite see how much longer I can look at Ron and Ginny and tell them to stop worrying when I'm sneaking into the lavatory and crying. I feel like I'm--well, not exactly lying
to them, but who am I to pretend they shouldn't be upset?
They cleared the first floor of the North Wing last night and finally had to turn in to get some rest. Today they've started the second floor. There were loads
of frightened house-elves in the dungeons, all because they were afraid to go anywhere and disobey. There was a window they could have crawled out of, but they weren't even allowed
to. Winky is absolutely hysterical.
I feel so childish sometimes, but I just don't understand why. Why do they always do these things to Harry? Why does everything happen to him? I don't mean to put his safety above everyone else's, but Harry and Ron are my best friends and Harry is missing
. Ron has been in such a wretched state. He blames Malfoy, of course, and as soon as Professor Sinistra brought Malfoy and Millicent Bulstrode to the Great Hall, Ron picked a fight before anyone could realise what he was doing. I suppose I'd be lying if I said I didn't blame Malfoy, too. I want to blame him because it's easiest, but I can't help thinking that he had tonnes of opportunities to do something to Harry before.
I just don't understand why Harry can't just exist
without someone getting angry at him for it. I'm so worried that by the time the entire North Wing has been cleared, it will turn out Harry isn't in it at all; that he isn't in the castle itself and we will have taken four days to realise that. A lot can happen in four days, of course, but I keep hoping
. . . well, I keep hoping that maybe this had nothing to do with Harry at all. No one wants to believe that it had something to do with You-Know-Who, but what else would it be? Those were Death Eaters in the Prophet
the other week, and the attack was nearly identical. It's not fair
! Oh, why can't they leave us alone?
I hate this. I hate what they're doing to Harry and I hate that he can't have one year in peace without somebody trying to do something to him just for being him. I want
to believe they weren't after Harry. The alternatives, however, seem even worse sometimes. If not Harry, then what? Why? And where is
I suppose I ought to check on Gryffindor to make sure everyone's quite all right today. So I'll put on my brave face and tell everyone else to do the same, and then we can all feel perfectly miserable. Current Mood: angry
|Sunday, June 15th, 2003|
Last night was the dirtiest
Quidditch match I've ever seen. Fifty-two
fouls altogether between both teams. I had no idea half of them even existed! Audrey Bysmal from Slytherin caught the Snitch two minutes in, which I'd thought meant Slytherin won, but then Ron stole it from her and tried to give it to Harry, which I suppose set the tone for the entire game. Mr Weasley explained to me that no one but the Seeker is allowed to catch the Snitch, which I really should have remembered, so there was a penalty to each team. There were so many penalties! I had no idea Quidditch would take so long. The whole thing didn't finish up until about half one in the morning, thanks to the car Colin Creevey put on the pitch. I finally worked out how he did it. He conjured
the parts of the car one by one and then used an assembly spell to piece it together. By the time the match finished, of course Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, so Professor McGonagall let us have a celebration in the common room. I haven't seen Ron so happy in quite a long time! Poor Evan Landgreen couldn't stop crying (although I expect he wouldn't like that to be mentioned).
Well, at least now I know that Malfoy was trying to use the Wronski Feint
, and not a wonky faint. I do get silly sometimes, I suppose. Now that the excitement is finally dying down, perhaps I can get some revision done. I'm certain Ron could use the time to study as well, if he's not still parading around with that silly tapestry as a cape. Current Mood: discontent
|Thursday, June 12th, 2003|
Oh, I do
wish Professor Snape's classroom could be moved to those other
dungeons like they were before, after his room got destroyed with the army tank. It was much cooler in there and now we've come back it's just much harder to enjoy the lesson around all the heat. I'm just glad I'm not taking Divination. Arithmancy is much
more useful and besides, this time of year the incense would be murder!
I am so looking forward to exams in two weeks. It is
slightly frustrating to find yourself in the middle of revision and suddenly realise you have to go on Prefect's duty, but I wouldn't dream of giving up the responsibility. Do you know, I've fallen asleep in the library three nights this week! And it's only Thursday! Luckily I spent last night revising in the common room with Ginny, because Harry was practically falling asleep standing up and no one was doing a thing
about it. Ginny and I marched him right up to bed. It seems he's hardly slept in days and no one
who sleeps in his dormitory
, perhaps right in the next bed, tried to do anything
about it. In fact, some
of them volunteered to wake him up in the middle of the night, I see. Well, I know if it were someone in my
Harry, I do hope you're feeling better now.
As soon as hols start, I'm going to buckle down and start working for my NEWTs. I waited far too long with exams this term. Professor Flitwick says I've been doing just fine, but I can't help feeling I should have prepared myself earlier. Why, I hardly started until Easter.
do some provisionary revision before that, of course, but I still feel I've let myself down somewhat. I'll just have to start earlier, especially
when it comes to NEWTs. Current Mood: rushed
|Saturday, May 31st, 2003|
I've been exchanging letters with Viktor for a few weeks, now, and I've decided it's clearly time for me to take advantage of his offer to visit him in Bulgaria. I've written my parents about it, but I'm not certain they like the idea. I'm certain I'll convince them, anyway. I'll have loads of time this summer, most of which I'll be using for studying, but I am going to go visit Harry at Dogear Wryde, I think. I'm not sure I've been invited to the Burrow this year.
The money S.P.E.W. has raised through dues and selling flyers and buttons is getting to be surprisingly considerable. I've got to decide what to do with it. Last week Ron suggested buying a broomstick for a house-elf and seeing if I can rally to get him on a Quidditch team, but I'm not certain that's the best use for it. Also, I'm not certain if he was serious or not. Probably not, come to think. Either way, I shall probably need to visit Gringotts before the summer gets too far in and deposit all the money in an account. I keep it under my bed and I set several protective charms on it, but Crookshanks rubs up against the box at night and sets the charms off. He's such a clever kitty; too bad I can't convince him to stay away from the box. He probably thinks he's being a guard cat. Speaking of cats, I never thought I'd see Professor Snape with one.
Right, I've got
to get back to re-copying my DADA notes. Someone
spilt pumpkin juice on them this morning, then
had the nerve to tell me not to have homework at the breakfast table. As if I'm the only one studying lately! I got several looks for taking the notes along to the Quidditch match earlier, but I had to catch up!
It's actually sort of quiet for once. This leads me to wonder where Ron is. I haven't seen him for days. Current Mood: busy
|Friday, May 2nd, 2003|
|When it rains, it pours.
All I have to say is that it's about time Draco Malfoy had his Prefect's Badge taken away. That's really all I'm going to say regarding him, and I well and truly mean it.
If anyone else would like to be dropped from the S.P.E.W. list for whatever reason, please do let me know. I only want those who actually feel something for the cause in the organisation. Even Ron's been pitching in lately; he's been very cheerful about it all. He gladly counted the money we've earned from new members and had time left over afterwards to lose to Harry at chess. Harry's all right, too. His journal is back, of course.... he's been very quiet, and I've been trying not to press anything. After all, he's quite a pleasant study partner when he's quiet. We studied at our usual table in the library for a few hours on a few nights this past week and it was remarkably productive - for me, at least. I'm relieved he and Ron are acting like friends again. Ron has been a surprisingly active note-taker as of late. It's really quite amazing. I have tried to tell Harry that it is probably a good thing that Ron's note-taking skills are getting a brush-up, but Harry does not seem to agree.
The wedding of Professors Black and Lupin is coming up soon - I have the honour of handling the guestbook at the reception - but Professor Lupin is still looking... well, rather female, last I saw. I hope it will not have to be postponed.
Parvati, I mean to speak with you over breakfast tomorrow, and I'm certain I'll be up earlier than you, so don't try and skip it please. I do know where you sleep, after all. Current Mood: sleepy
|Tuesday, April 22nd, 2003|
|It's oddly quiet around here.
Up with the birds! It's Ginny's birthday and I'm planning something for the journey back to Hogwarts later, though I'm not sure if I can mention it to Mrs Weasley. Do you know, I think she might be upset with me. I'm not sure why, but she doesn't appear to be speaking to me. Ginny told me not to worry, but I don't seem to be able to stop myself. At least Mr Weasley's not upset with me, though he does have a daisy growing out of his forehead and doesn't even appear to be upset about that
. Perhaps I shouldn't have spent Easter here at all (though I did have tremendous fun). I do have some work to finish for my project, but I came because it's not really too much. I hope to have it completed in a couple of days, actually. Harry's been a big help.
I went to bed early last night. It was lovely to have Professor Lupin here, too - he and Charlie get along so... well. I can only imagine all the male bonding that's been going on at his house. I'd given my copy of Quidditch Illustrated
to Ron and Charlie to look at, and now the Viktor pages are missing (luckily, I still have the pages Cho gave to me). I was reading through it before going to sleep. Quidditch is really very... sporty, isn't it? Of course, there's some sort of science to all sports, which is a relief. I read all about wonky faints and you know, I've been thinking, I'd love to see one done again. In fact, I'm looking forward to the next Quidditch match already, as I've read up on some tactics that I think I saw the Slytherin team practising once. And I had fun flying for the egg hunt on Easter; I really felt like I helped Charlie, Cho, and Ginny win. Perhaps I ought to take a serious look at perfecting my flying skills. I'm not really that bad! Current Mood: hopeful
|Saturday, April 19th, 2003|
A parcel came for me at breakfast this morning! Rather unexpected. I thought it must be from my parents, but it turned out to be forwarded from Hogwarts, where Viktor had sent his reply to my card. Viktor is terribly sweet - he sent an autographed copy of the Quidditch Illustrated
issue he posed for. I shall have to write him back and correct his spelling. English isn't his primary language, of course, and it is
a difficult language to learn. I shall take it upon myself to learn a little Bulgarian, so I can help him. We do keep in touch somewhat, and I should like to visit him someday.
As I was teaching Mr Weasley how to use the scanner, here's the note that was bookmarking his spread.
I can't believe I slept in so late, but Ginny, Cho, and I were up for quite a long time, stargazing and chatting. I do love it here. Current Mood: pleased