What... what the hell?
Han, are you okay?
What... what the hell?
Han, are you okay?
I'm so busy now, it's not funny. I'm all talk really, aren't I? I said I wasn't going to listen to my father, and now here I am doing the job he got for me in the deepest dregs of Parliament. Every wondered who shreds/types up/proofreads the least important documents in the Muggle Government? Well, you probably haven't, but now I'm one of them. The worst thing was when my dad came to visit, and my fellow co-workers were all, 'Oh, Sir Martin! Such an honour, Sir Martin?' Yuck. Who needs that? As soon as I've got enough money, I'm getting out of here.
Hannah, I'm sorry I haven't been around. It's going to be a couple more weeks, I'm afraid.
NEWTS... are over.
This is... very distressing. Does this mean I have to be a grown up, now?
Potions is over. At last. Forever. And there's only Defence and Charms left, and I'm good at Charms.
Being Muggleborn is awesome.
Care of Magical Creatures is over... bit sad about that. It was my favourite subject for a while, there.
I'm exhausted after one exam. I foresee a crappy two weeks.
I think I stuffed up the essay section... did anyone else do the third question? How many months are bloody Hippogriffs pregnant for?
Has anyone else seen the exam timetable? I can't believe how bloody spread out Charms is, and then we get a whole day of Defence Against the Dark Arts, not to mention Potions at eight in the morning. Who comes up with this crap?
Journals seem to have all gone silent. I guess NEWTs might have something to do with it. The Gryffindors seem to all be a bit messed up, too.
I'm... er, fine. Not looking forward to exams, but who is? In a way I guess I am looking forward to them, because once I've done them there'll be over I can go back to the singular worry of how to explain to my parents that I absolutely cannot stay in their house for more than a few days until I find a job and my own place to live. (I know, it's highly optomistic. But I can dream, right?)
If I have to write one more essay on the effects of something or other on the effects of something or other on something else, I'm going to throw myself out of the dorm window. Being only one floor up this probably won't accomplish anything, but STILL.
I've been trying to put this week into words... well, it's not impossible, but some parts of it just aren't suitable for... well, anyone I know.
Life is good. How are you guys?
So. School. Is back.
Nothing changed much, really. Susan and I did a lot of walking around the castle (good for the indegestion) and me and the guys caught up on studying and that. NEWTs are getting really, really close. Jeepers.
On second thoughts, maybe staying here for the seventh year in a row isn't such a great idea. For a start it means I'm alone a lot of the time - and I'm still fucking scared of turning the corner and seeing a bloody great reptile coming towards me with eyes a-blazing. Five years, and still. No amount of therapy will ever save me.
Hey Susan, sit next to me at dinner? Seriously, otherwise I'll end up with the Gryffindor first years and that never ends well.
How'd I get stuck doing this project with a sixth year?
So... Luna. Know anything about Kappas?
I lost my journal! No seriously, it got stuck under a pile of old clothes in my trunk, god knows how. I haven't touched those clothes since my aunt Millicent came to visit two years ago.
Anyway. The ball was great. I mean, the decorations were a little out there. Whose idea was the pumpkin theme, I wonder? But it was great to spend time with Hannah and Susan, and Ernie. Zach disappeared pretty quickly - where'd you get to, pal?
Anyway, I have a dozen essays in the line up.
Hannah, this isn't going to work. It's all red and gold, people will think I'm a Gryffindor.
Hey, Hannah. Do you maybe want to go to the ball with me? As friends, you know?
If Professor McGonagall gives me any more homework, I will throw myself off the Astronomy Tower. How and when did Transfiguration become my worst subject?
Has anyone read 'The Significant Owl Hoots in the Night'? Only I don't have anyone to talk to about it, and that's the best part about new books.
I'm bored, can you tell? ... Oh well, my brand new paper awaits.
I think I did way too much reading over the holidays - I know, I never thought I'd say it either. But I've already done all my assignments without even having to crack a book, and now I'm bored out of my mind. What's everyone doing?
I heard someone in our year is pregnant. I'm not usually one for gossip, but come on! Poor girl.
Ah, school. A haven at last.
Or mostly, at least. No one's trying to pretend that we're safe here, anymore. Whatever, I'm just glad I don't have to deal with my parents' ignorance anymore. I didn't dare show them the Prophet the other day. Dad would have probably called the police.
Train ride was long as usual. Talked with Ernie for a few hours - well, he did most of the talking.
Makes me miss Hannah.
Mum and Dad are back. They picked me up yesterday, WITHOUT PRIOR WARNING, and then Dad got narky when I told him I hadn't done my History of Magic essay quite yet. The man doesn't take any interest in me for over a year and suddenly it's a problem if I don't do all my homework by at least a month before school restarts. Pathetic.
Also this house is almost empty of furniture because it was in storage all this year when no one was using it. So I am sleeping on the FLOOR. On a mat. Uncomfortable, much? My stuff is everywhere, however, since I had to get my own back somehow. Let anyone try and clean in HERE, haha!
I guess I could conjure a bed. But then my mum would get mad. 'Sleeping on the floor not good enough for you? FOR SHAME.'
Apart from that, magic is a huge help. It is such a relief to able to use my wand outside of school. Self-repairing quills, ahoy! No longer must I be jealous of people with wizarding parents who can just get their folks to fix their stuff with a flick of a wand. Cos now - ta-da! I can do it myself. And locking charms on stuff. Brilliant.