Addressed to No One

In the Girl's Dormitories

About 9:00 pm.

My birthday.

It is my birthday. How grand. I am officially 16. My name is Rosie Augusta Weasley, and I have the best boyfriend ever. I just hope dad doesn't find out. That's me in a nutshell. Actually, I have been dating this guy for a little over one year, and I have managed to not let my parents know. I am absolutely amazing. How I do it I just don't know.

When we first started dating, I was stressing out about it. A lot. All I could think about what "what will daddy say?" I had a one-track mind. We first started dating our fourth year when I was almost fifteen. It was Halloween after the big feast. I was on my way back to the Common Room when he pulled me aside. We both knew that we liked each other. Some time before I built up the nerve to let him know. It took a lot of nerve. You don't understand, a lot of nerve. I am a Gryffindor, which means I am constantly at odds with the Slytherin house. And my boyfriend comes from a very prominent family all from the Slytherin house. Including him. He is Scorpius Malfoy, whom my dad specifically requested I beat in every class, and not get 'too friendly with'. Apparently his dad and my dad didn't get along when they were at Hogwarts. Which according to Scorpius is a bit of an understatement. They were severe enemies until the very last day. When Dad and uncle Harry saved his life…twice.

Anyway, back to why we ended up dating. I sent him a note by owl, he got it late at night, which I made sure of. Then I didn't hear anything for weeks. I was beginning to worry that it went to the wrong person. Actually I was more than just 'beginning to worry'. I was on the verge of having a panic attack. Even worse: what if he got it, told all of his friends and they were at that moment secretly making fun of my naivety. I was a basket case. Then one night, after I was in bed and trying to sleep an owl began to peck at my window. I thought it was for one of my roommates, as usual, normally they get the guys, which frankly I am okay with, unless it was this guy. So I just laid in my bed, wishing I could go back in time to when I made the air-brained decision to tell him how I felt, when my best friend, sweet darling Ariel, gave me the wonderful news that: the owl was for me. I unfolded the letter and here was what it said:

Rosie-

I got your letter, and I just wanted to let you know that I feel the same way. I have liked you for a while and would like to get to know you. So will you please spend the next Hogsmede outing with me? If you can, please send your reply via owl as soon as possible.

Sweet Dreams,

Scorpius Malfoy

I have treasured that letter ever since. I wrote him back that very instant, of course I said yes. And at the next Hogsmede weekend I spent the day with him. By the end of the day I would like to think he was completely and totally infatuated with me. But who am I to tell? After a few more weeks, on Halloween, I became his girl. Somehow, my family just didn't seem to mind, all that much. They just seemed to accept that I was with a Malfoy. And somehow, I don't know how, they just never got around to telling my dad. Mum knows that someone special is in my life, and she might have a clue about who it is, but I am not that worried, mum seems to have a better grip on her emotions. As compared to dad, he might have a few words to say if he ever finds out about this. More than a few, probably an essay's worth of words.

I cannot figure out why Lily got this for me. She handed it to me this morning at breakfast, smiled really big and said "Happy Birthday!" then walked away. She put a letter in it that said, "I've heard that these can be really useful, write your thoughts, your hopes, random facts about your day. My dad's mom had one of these, and it apparently was very helpful. Happy sixteenth. Just think in one year you will be of age. Isn't that amazing! Just one year! I love you Cousin! –Lily" So I am taking her word for it. For some reason I just can't make sense of why I would write a letter addressed to no one. That's what this feels like. I've heard Uncle Harry talk about his mother's diary, apparently he just found it one day and he read it. I guess it might have been helpful, since he never really got to know his mother. To me it just seems weird.

So you (although, I don't know who 'you' is since this is addressed to no one) might wonder, why is she even bothering anyway? Well, because I am an aspiring writer, and I have heard that doing these helps develop my writing abilities. I can't guarantee that I will write often but, I'll write a little ever once and a while.

Happy Birthday to me.

----Rosie

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In Charms Class

About 2:00 pm

Bored out of my wits

Everyone is still trying to master the engorgement charm, which I mastered my third year. So I decided to catch up my diary. It has been a few weeks since my birthday; I got a few more presents from my parents and Scorpius. (He's next to me right now, saying 'Engorgio' over and over, and he still can't get it. I know what he's doing wrong, but he hates it when I correct him. I think that is just so cute, he has to figure it out by himself!) I got a book from mum and dad, and a necklace from Scorpius. "Hogwarts, A History, the Revised Edition" is the book mum and dad sent. They bought me the first one when I was a first year, it was very informational, but some of the facts were wrong. For instance it said that the Chamber of Secrets was a myth, which, now, everyone knows is false. The necklace Scorpius gave me is beautiful. It is on a long silver chain (I love long necklaces) and at the end there is what appears to be a ring of keys. And then there is a heart dangling from it too. And one of the keys opens the heart. It is adorable.

It is getting very cold around the castle nowadays. It is the middle of November, and snow is a heavy sheet covering all the grounds. Whenever we have to trudge our way out to Care of Magical Creatures or Herbology the people in front have to do a spell to melt the snow in front of them so we have a path out. And we are always freezing through those classes; it has never been this cold at Hogwarts in winter as far I can remember. Yesterday Lily had to go to the Hospital wing because she was getting the beginnings of frostbite! Seriously! It is getting ridiculous. Soon headmistress McGonagall is going to have to make those classes either end for the season or move inside. I've already written her a note requesting either one of those options.

Of course, Lily doesn't mind her bit in the hospital wing at all. Apparently, Oliver Corner was there and they got to know each other while the other was waiting to get cured. Now Lily is totally in love with him and counting the seconds until he becomes another one of her boyfriends. She loves the boys. When Lily was a first year she got a boyfriend only 2 months into her year. And she didn't even care that much about boys yet, she just thought it made her appear more mature! How can an eleven year old look more mature? Now she has her sights set on another boy, and I bet by the end of the month he will be hers. Uncle Harry is really worried though. He has asked me multiple times to tell her to 'cool it off' with the guys. He says that he knows guys and that he does not trust a fourteen-year-old boy around his precious little girl. I've given her the message a few times, but she normally laughs it off and runs back to her current boyfriend. I hope she doesn't get in trouble, I doubt she would get in serious trouble, but I mean trouble like serious heartbreak. I know she is smart enough not to go TOO far. I hope.

I'm switching to a different subject. Er, how about I talk about my friends? I have two really close friends: Ariel and Naomi. They are pretty much the best. They were almost the only Gryffindors who didn't care when I went after a Slytherin, and they are the only ones who never criticize me for being so 'smart'. I can't help it. I have toned it down since my first year, I don't raise my hand fifty times in class just to flaunt the fact that I know the answer, I don't exceed the minimum essay limit by over one foot of parchment. And I thank my two closest friends for my amazing transformation. Now I am not quite as freaky. I'm a still a little freaky, just not so in-your-face freaky. I will tell you about each one now. Because I can tell Scorpius is still a long way away from ever making his pincushion larger.

I met Ariel at the Gryffindor table after we were both proclaimed Gryffindors by the Sorting hat. She was called after me. We shook hands, introduced ourselves, asked the other to pass the gravy and were best friends ever since. Her favorite class is potions, she thinks it is so fun to cut up the ingredients and see the slop change colors. And I have to admit that it is probably her best class, she rivals me. Which I think is pretty cool. She wants to be a healer when she finishes at Hogwarts. Which I think is absolutely admirable. As you can tell I look up to her (figuratively and literally). She is really tall 5'10. That's tall for a girl. Her hair is long and wavy blonde, (which she got from her mother, who was friends with my parents. Everyone has to be connected to my family in some way). She has big bright blue eyes and a perfect smile. So of course she has a boyfriend too, who happens to be the seeker on the Quidditch team, my cousin James. Dad laughed when I told him she was my friend then gently told me that 'No matter what your friend says, there is no such thing as a Crumple Horned Snorkack.' Apparently that has something to do with her mother and grandfather.

Naomi and I were actually enemies for a while. Classic storybook tale: we hated each other and by some twisted string of fate now we are best friends. We first met on the train on the way here and my cat sort of attack her while Naomi was eating her tuna fish sandwich her mother insisted on packing. What can I say? Cats love tuna. So she hated me for a while claiming that I sent my possessed cat at her unprovoked. Which meant I hated her too. Then one day we had detention together (I was out in the halls too late because I lost track of time in the library) and somehow we forged a friendship as we moped the floors of all the rooms in the transfiguration corridor. Now for the physical description: She is as tall as me, has brownish blond straight hair, brown eyes, and is stick thin. But she doesn't have a boyfriend. She doesn't seem to care though. She says that she is concentrating on her studies. Which is good, her parents confiscated her broom and told her that if her grades didn't go up she would never be able to play Quidditch again. And that wouldn't go very well, since her dream is to play for the Chudley Cannons. She believes that they need more women to turn their game around. Which is awesome. So She is studying hard so she can be back on the house team by next fall.

Aww, Scorpius is finally asking for my help. He was waving the wand wrong. He's done, so I am going to talk to him now.

----Rosie

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