Sunday 14th of September
18:00: Of course my bum looks two times its normal size since I swallowed that box of chocolates like a desperate 40 year old spinster. But honestly what else can you do on a Sunday afternoon after discovering you haven't done a quarter of your Potions essay and Angelina, the new Gryffindor captain, just told you, you were a tad too short to be a Chaser?
You stuff yourself until you throw up, that's what you do.
But this year I've decided not to care about my looks. After all, the only guy barely interested in me last year was Neville and that's not the highest compliment since the boy's best friend is a frog. So then, why should I devote any time to looking pretty if no one is going to notice or even care?
Besides, I've already given up all hope on Harry. He is irrevocably lost to all female kind…well to all common female kind. He's such a sentimental, unstable fellow that we'll surely find out he's gay at one point.
Oops. Of course, I love Harry (as a ridiculously good-looking big brother that shares his tooth brush with me). I wouldn't joke about his sexual orientation. (But it's still fun)
Fourth year seems pretty much the same, no events on the horizon. Well, no unexpected ones.
There's still too much work to handle for someone who wants to examine dust moats during History of Magic classes and there are still too many prude or perverse people around this school to make me feel like another British wart.
Though, to be fair, you get a lot more respect as a fourth year. I for one feel very mature and comfortable with this new attitude.
Well…fifth years still don't talk to me, but now I have higher seats at lunch and I don't even get splashed with pumpkin juice in the ears anymore.
20:00: Then again, as a fourth year, responsibilities double. Now we are allowed to wear those long, shaved-legs-only stockings that only look good on 5% of the girl population here; because most of us can't afford magical waxing cream and our legs look like cucumber jars. (Well at least mine do, and it's good to raise my self esteem by thinking others suffer as well).
So we are under a lot of pressure, as you can see.
Monday 15th of September
10:35: Herbology class. Terribly dull since we have to clean up some tangled roots manually before stuffing them in some pots and adding some nasty looking liquids in it that will surely bruise our skins. Madam Sprout is chatting wittily with us again, telling us her old jokes over and over again:
'You ladies should do better than the gentlemen here. Why, you have the same battle each morning with you hair!'
Or:
'I remember my own school days when I accidentally pushed the roots too far and the pot ate my finger! I had to have Madam Pomfrey stick it back together, hahahaha!'
And of course:
'You children these days use magic for everything. I wonder, do you even go to the loo with the wand? And where do you put it?'
It seems that women, after a certain age, enjoy gabbing about their post-puberty adventures or make sexual innuendoes to make us young impressionable teenagers feel like we're in an episode of Frasier.
Hufflepuff are a strange lot. They all stick together like glue. It's like they're fascinated by each other's freckles. The guys have a sinister hobby of using way too much hair gel on their moustaches and girls on their eyebrows.
Rebecca, the imposing girl sitting next to me who wears plastic muggle watches for fun tells me I'm wrong.
'The chaps that look like they're going to a metrosexual party have most chances of being caring and attentive partners, since they care about both our looks and theirs as well.'
'Or I have more chances of having to share my mascara with these guys,' I commented.
'You don't have mascara, Gin.'
'True, makes my face look like a pig.'
12:46: Alright, so I stole Amanda's pudding, but she wasn't going to eat it anyway! Eating shouldn't be such a sin, honestly. Lunch is one of those wonderful moments of the day when I can think of philosophy, pants and holidays in Monte Carlo.
Besides, Amanda is a boring anorexic umbrella.
12:57: Ron is looking kind of gloomy. I tried talking to him, but he's acting all tough and older. Says I wouldn't understand since I'm so young and silly.
'Gin, don't get your nose into other people's business. It's rude. You don't have to worry like we do.'
Oh, not the old "we're fighting the Devil himself, we're all alone" speech again.
The way I see it Hermione told him off again and he's being a pansy as usual. But Harry's not looking good either.
Oh, worried now.
What could be wrong?
I smile towards the three of them, but Harry doesn't even say hi. They just sit there eating in silence.
I wonder if I could get anything out of Hermione, but she's looking positively adamant. Well, who died anyway?
13:04 : Ugh, Amanda accused me of being a fat cow. You get no respect as a fourth year.
15:20: Why did I ever sign for Arithmancy again??? I was doing great with Ancient Runes last year; why in the bloody hell would I be this thick to submit myself to interminable mental torture that would surely scar my already precarious self-esteem?
I feel dumber than an onion ring.
And to top it off, fifth years and fourth years are placed together, so that the older students can have their happy hour listening to us dumbarses try to make 2 +2 equal 5.
But I must calm down and think positively. I must respect my new resolutions of not engaging in any depressive habits like comparing myself to a vegetable.
Surely, I am not as stupid as I thought.
15:50: I stand corrected.
Oh, why can't I have Hermione's sparkling intelligence? I'd even settle for Parvati's if she weren't such a tart sometimes.
16:18: Must stop complaining about intellect or lack thereof. Must accept myself as I am. Must find a centre of peace within me.
16:20: Discovered zit in the middle of my forehead. Bugger. Now I can't accept myself as I am anymore.
19:10: Best friend Luna (Ravenclaw) told me she was going to start her own business around school selling fruit and vegetable earrings. Noble cause. She'll raise the money for a better home for the Wrackspurts.
Don't ask.
She's a bit off sometimes, but I love her. She's the only dependable person around here. You'd never see her get in trouble and be absent-minded.
19:15: Luna's books got stolen again. History of Magic volumes. I went to help her search for them.
Though, frankly, what kind of sick bastard would steal that?
19:45: Yep. I had accidentally taken her books by mistake.
20: 30: Came down to the common room to read a tragic novel. Found Harry there.
Ran back to the dorm to check my face. I had fallen asleep and my hair was another replica of the Forbidden Forest.
Must stop obsessing about looks. It's what's inside that matters.
Afraid though that inside isn't any better.
Came back but he was gone.
Bollocks.
No, no, I shouldn't feel bad. It's not like I am still in love with him.
20:31: He's back! He was just looking for Ron.
'Have you seen Ron, Gin?'
'No…not really.'
'Oh…ok, thanks anyway.'
'Is everything alright with you? You look slightly worried.'
'I'm fine Ginny.'
'Something must be wrong,' I insisted.
'Well...considering an insane murderer is alive and kicking and I have to stop him while everyone believes I am insane…I am not so relaxed.'
'You don't have to stop him by yourself. You've got help, friends…people who care, who are willing to stick out for you,' I said.
'Yes, but in the end I have to do it alone, don't you think so? I wouldn't want to harm the people I love.'
Awwww. He's a true hero. So selfless and so committed…
'I guess you couldn't understand Ginny.'
Why ever not?
'Well, I am one of those friends that want to be by your side,' I insisted
'That's really thoughtful, but you know, you shouldn't get involved in these things. They're only going to put you in danger.'
Oh, right. Since being stuck with same demented murderer in an underground dungeon below a school bathroom while barely conscious is just child's play.
'We're all put in danger whether we like it or not, since he's back. At one point we all have to face some things.'
'So you believe me?'
'Course I do.'
'Thanks…for that. It's good to know there are same who don't think I'm a liar.'
Harry Potter a liar? Better call Snape a fluffy bunny.
'They're scared, that's why they'd rather think you're a liar,' I said surprised at my own conclusion. I smiled and sat next to him on the sofa, hoping he'd tell me more about his thought and worries…but just then Ron burst into the common room with his chess case.
'Up for a game, mate?'
Great. My moment with him was ruined.
But I don't feel sad, goodness no. I managed to comfort him?
And he was looking in my eyes with some amazement. Maybe he thinks I'm nicer than I appear?
21:10: Oh. My zit just got double bigger. That's where he was probably looking in amazement.
Eh. I won't worry about that.
I mean I must ignore the common blemishes.
After all, Harry cares about what I think. Doesn't he?
22:30: Finished part of my homework. Wrote a message to McGonagall at the end of my essay.
P.S.: If the length is a problem you must know madam that my creativity simply vanished at one point and it would be a shame to write more uninspired sentences.
I scratched it and wrote another one.
P.S.: I had trouble deciding what root cause to write for the Direct Transgression of Metal so I just decided not to breach either of them, worrying I'd be discriminating.
Not good enough.
P.S.: My emotional state was greatly perturbed by the death of my pet cat…
Hmmm. Oh well, best get back to that book.
23:45: Cecily, room mate, told me Harry is interested in Cho Chang.
She's such a gossip, no wonder she finds out things like these. I bet she even invents some to seem interesting. Can't be true though.
23:46: Or is it? No, no.
23:48: And even if it is, why should I care? I am a strong, career girl.
23:50: Luna might know her better. They share a common room after all.
24:00: Stop it already. You're being infantile. Go to bed.
24:20: And anyway, Harry's far too worried right now to have another thing on his mind. Yes, much better. Good night.