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[2 October, 2006|05:36pm] |
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I've escaped from Draco's clutches--he finally had to get up to use the toliet. We were apparently in room 6293 but I left and I'm not going back. The street thing I could see from our window is, in fact, inside the ship. There's a bunch of shops down there, so I'm headed out in search of breakfast. Where is everyone else? Why are we here? And how do we get back?
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[29 September, 2006|12:35am] |
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WOULD SOMEONE LIKE TO TELL ME WHY THERE'S A DRUNK MALFOY IN BED WITH ME?
Oh, Godric, that sounds all wrong...but WHY? And where the hell are we? I looked out the window and there's this really fake looking street with a ceiling instead of the sky!
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| Complete and Total Boredom |
[30 June, 2004|07:06pm] |
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I'm at the Dursleys', in case anyone wondered, and Uncle Vernon was as happy as ever to see me at Kings Cross. At dinner on Saturday evening, I slipped a small bit of infomation into the conversation that should help loads, though. I don't think any of them are looking forward to my seventeenth birthday now, since I left out the bit about not being able to cast magic on muggles no matter what age I am.
I think Aunt Petunia's face is going to crack from wearing a fake smile everytime I enter the room. It's kind of funny, but also sort of frightening. She looks like she's possessed.
Dudley actually let me control the remote yesterday. It was only during the daytime, but still. He held it out to me and his hand was shaking. Though, I sort of wish he'd try something, because I'd have a decent chance against him now even without magic thanks to Professor Canis, and I can't get in trouble for that. Not as much trouble, anyway. Oh well. I guess that there's something to that "it's better to be feared than loved" thing when you're dealing with worthless relatives. It's the only thing that gets through to them.
So at least they're feeding me and they haven't locked me in my room, although I've been staying here by choice for the most part. There's really nothing to do here so it's awfully boring. I've just been studying. Hermione, you'd be proud, I guess, but I'm going to run out of books.
At least I have this journal thing this year, so that I don't have to worry about not getting owls from anyone all summer. Unless no one replies to this. Then maybe I should worry. So, er, someone write something back, because otherwise I'm going to have to worry. These things work over longer distances than just the area of Hogwarts, right? Yeah, I remember they do, it's worked before and everything.
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| Ron? |
[23 June, 2004|05:53pm] |
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I need to talk to you. Right away. It's important.
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[20 June, 2004|12:48am] |
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What a bloody awful week. Final exams were practically the highlight of it all, relatively speaking.
At least Ginny's going to be all right.
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[16 May, 2004|05:30pm] |
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Ron, want to finish that game of chess? I'm in the common room now.
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[28 March, 2004|02:23pm] |
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Quidditch practise was absolutely brilliant this week. Things are really coming together just in time for the match against Hufflepuff later this month. Face it, they might as well concede defeat now, but then we'd lose out on the fun of playing them.
Has anyone figured out the answer for number seven for tomorrow's Care of Magical Creatures homework? I can't find it anywhere and Hermione wouldn't tell me at lunch. As great of a teacher as Charlie is, I think I miss Hagrid's idea of homework.
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[10 February, 2004|11:15pm] |
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I think I did all right on the Transfiguration exam today. I guess I'll have to wait for the results to really know. I had a feeling that human transfiguration would be on it, though, so I think it'll be all right.
I've already got a hole in my Christmas jumper from Mrs. Weasley. It's unfortunately rather sizable. I don't suppose you'd know how to fix it, would you Hermione?
I've decided against working on the snoring cure. Sorry everyone. Someone else will have to take up the cause.
( Charmed and Hexed Private to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny )
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[7 February, 2004|03:15am] |
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It's late. Everything was so blurry I thought I wasn't wearing my glasses, but they're right here on my nose where I left them last.
I'm thinking of changing my focus in life from defeating dark wizards to developing a permanent curing for snoring. Or perhaps I'll take up Divinations again and develop some sort of way of telling a person's future by the way they snore. That's not bloody likely though, but I swear I could pick each of these other four out of a crowd of snorers, after five and a half years of listening to them at night.
Have you ever noticed how the food in the Great Hall is really good when you show up for the term and then it gets progressively worse until the end of the term? I think we're definitely in a downward spiral at the moment. We had nothing but soggy sandwiches every day for lunch this week. I guess it's far better than starving at the Dursley's, and sandwiches are good, but I'd like something hot tomorrow after coming in from the Quidditch pitch, please? Dobby, if you're reading these things still, can you arrange that?
Which reminds me that if anyone (anyone on my team, that is) wants to practise tomorrow, I have the pitch reserved until noon.
Two weeks left, right Ron? What was that date again? For our outing, I mean. I guess I could just ask you when you wake up. I might forget again, though.
I think maybe I'm tired now. Maybe.
Maybe not. Maybe I'll just finish that Potions essay rewrite.
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| A lousy couple of weeks.... |
[2 February, 2004|05:11pm] |
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The hospital wing is never a joy to spend time in, although I guess I could count myself lucky that I was unconscious for most of my stay there this time. At least I'm awake and out now. Between that and a few other things, I'm glad that we've moved onto a new month. Not that I have much more hope for this one as far as these things go, but at least Ron and I have the Cannons game to look forward to in a few weeks. So February is likely to be ten times better than January.
Hermione, will you look over my Potions essay? Snape's making me rewrite it and I don't know where to start.
Ron, Wizard's Chess later? I guess Hermione wants us to beat her at Exploding Snap again tonight.
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| Exploding Snap |
[14 January, 2004|03:51am] |
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Out of 6 rounds, the score was:
Me: 3
Ron: 3
Hermione: 0, sadly
I think we can all agree that this is irrefutable proof of the following statements:
a) Ron and I are better than Hermione at Exploding Snap.
b) We're faster and just generally better players.
c) Our bigger hands and longer arms give us an advantage, suggesting that girls are just not as good at Exploding Snap as boys.
d) Ganging up on Hermione Teamwork pays off.
e) Hermione flinches constantly around Exploding Snap cards and needs to be trained out of it.
f) Hermione needs to learn all of the rules.
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| Not amused. |
[19 December, 2003|02:54pm] |
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Okay.
Not funny.
NOT BLOODY FUNNY AT ALL.
If I find out who sent that owl, they'll regret it for a VERY LONG TIME.
In other news, the Ball is tonight. Bloody wonderful things, those Balls. So much of a point to them. I'm so glad the staff of the school thought it would be a good idea to hold another one this year, seeing as the last one was such a brilliant success.
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| I need to invest in rat traps. |
[14 November, 2003|01:00am] |
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We got back last night and I picked up my things from the common room. I'm relieved to have them back (they're in a safer place now, along with everything but my school books and my clothes and so on), but I'm still worried. He's not on the maps anymore at least, but that doesn't exactly make me happy, either. If the cats and Professor Canis hadn't been right there I could've made the first spell count more before he could transform, but then again I guess he wouldn't have been so distracted, so...I don't know. I just wish I hadn't let him get away.
The house elves must have fixed the damage before we woke up, because the floor of the common room and the rugs were repaired when I went down to breakfast. The chair, however, is gone for good. Maybe we'll get a new one? At least it wasn't one of the ones by the fireplace.
And then I had to go to class all day and pretend like I cared about what we were learning and that I wouldn't rather be watching the map like a hawk. I should have just skived off class all day and then we might have had a decent chance of catching him. Quidditch practice was a little easier to concentrate on. I still can't believe he came into our dormitory and took what he took.
Tomorrow, I only have my independent study and I can sleep in because that's not until the afternoon. That is, I can sleep in if I don't just wake up anyway. I guess if I wake up I'll just go circle the squid and get it over with, but if not, I think I've gotten in more than enough running this week.
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| Godric. |
[12 November, 2003|12:36am] |
Ron, Hermione...sorry I didn't reply earlier. I wasn't near my journal anymore. Hope you haven't been worried.
Oh, and I know what Crookshanks has been doing. Same thing as last time.
I'm beat. Heading to bed now.
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| Where are you guys? |
[11 November, 2003|03:00pm] |
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Ron?
Hermione?
I need to talk to you...NOW.
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| My week |
[7 November, 2003|06:34pm] |
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The Halloween Ball was interesting. The food was good and people seemed to be having fun. Everyone's been busy since the Ball. I think everyone forgot about homework or something that week. We had to reschedule a study group on Wednesday because so many of us were behind in our work and had to finish that Transfiguration essay for McGonagall. I mean, I had it done, but a lot of the others didn't. Otherwise, classes are the same as usual.
Hermione joined me for my run this morning. I was surprised she stuck with it, because she looked really tired. Maybe that's because she doesn't go every morning like I do. Ron really should start joining us, but every time I ask he comes up with a new excuse. Now I'll bet it'll be the weather. It's really not that bad with a thick jumper and a few Impervious Charms.
I'm glad that Remus is better. I was worried that it would take much longer to find a cure.
I think that's about all that's happened. Oh, Quidditch practice went pretty well yesterday. Angelina had the Chasers trying out this new formation and I think it's going to work really well in our next match.
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| Oh yeah. I have one of these journal things. |
[22 October, 2003|11:33am] |
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I talked to Professor Canis last night. He might have worked out a solution to a problem that's been bothering me for a few months now. I thought everyone had forgotten about it, but not him, I guess. But he's like that. And Professor Canis is getting me out of Potions early today to work on it.
I also talked to Professor Lupin while I was in Professor Canis' office. I hope things go well with what he's planning. It'd be brilliant if they did.
I thought I did all right on the practice exam in Transfiguration yesterday, but maybe I didn't if we all did so poorly. I studied for it, but maybe I didn't retain as much as I thought I did. Hermione, Ron, do you want to study before the real thing?
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| Quidditch. 190-30. |
[11 October, 2003|11:34pm] |
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Great job to the rest of the team. I think things are really coming together this year.
I'm happy we won. I'm not particularly proud of my own part in it this time around, but happy we won. I think I am, at least. The team played well. It just wasn't really a fair match on my end of things. I don't know. I'd rather win when I'm not worried about the other Seeker just managing to stay on his broomstick. We were really high up, too. But the team played well, so I guess I should be happy. I'm just glad I was able to end it fairly early on. If he had fallen it might have been bad. Who wants to win a match that way?
Anyway, sorry I'm not out in the common room celebrating, but I don't really feel like celebrating right now. Maybe tomorrow in Hogsmeade.
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