Camilla Blue's Glittery Notebook of Angst and Truth
Summary: Perpetual wallflower Camilla Blue and her friends (among them Cho Chang) observe life at Hogwarts in a tiny little Lisa Frank glitter notebook. Even Harry Potter himself takes part in this little extravaganza. Only wackiness could ensue now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts or any characters you recognize. And yeppers, some of the made-up characters will sound familiar from my other Harry Potter story "Harry Potter and the Inept Cheerleading Bimbos", such as Camilla Blue herself. This is actually a twisted version of my life, odd as that may seem... if you know me you'll understand.
Rules
1. You must only write what is true.
2. You must not use the book to "slam" other people who write or may write in the book
Day One:
(Camilla Blue)
I don't know why I'm doing this or even what I'm doing exactly but I'm doing it, so there you go. I'd love to say this is going to be a quirky, truthful reflection of my life, as those seem so popular nowadays. I don't know what this is. It simply is. Is this good enough for you? I hope so. I hope I can entertain you.
I had a movie-girl moment yesterday. (You know, the Muggle moving pictures. Ah, one of the benefits of having a Muggle father and witch mother. The best of both worlds...) I was laying on the floor in my dormitory with my feet (clad in black and white checkerboard socks with hot pink stars on every other white square) up in the air and my pillow under me, and I was drinking a bottle of butterbeer and "doing my Arithmancy homework" (really I was writing a letter to my friend Ashlyn, she's in Gryffindor so we don't get to see each other as much as we'd like. In said notes, which we write most every day we get a chance, we call each other "dahlin" like the women in the 1930's American Muggle films and we talk about our lives.) And I felt like a movie.
I fell in love this past couple of weeks. With a boy named Charlie. He and I have lots in common. We both like to write, and reading and imagining ourselves in the book, and the Muggle film The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He is a very nice boy. He has an older brother and sister, and he is sixteen years old. I am truly, madly, deeply in love with him, even though he likes this girl Sam, and he is slightly mentally unstable at times. I love him anyway. He is a wallflower, and I am a wallflower. It is mean to be. Only problem is, he is a character in a book. Go figure. My first love doesn't even exist. The book is really good though. It's a Muggle book, called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. My best at-home friend, Samaire, recommended it to me. You should read it if you haven't already. It's very interesting.
One true fact about me: I know all the words to the song "Tiny Dancer" by Elton John, a famous Muggle singer. I am not a raving Elton John fan or anything, don't get me wrong. But I love that song because it is about a groupie. I played a groupie in the school play, A Midsummer Night's Dream, (more on that in a second) and that song describes my character perfectly. I learned all the words in one night. (I don't care what Hermione says, my personal CD player works just fine on Hogwarts' grounds and it's electronic. Perhaps it works because I've charmed it... oh well...) It's about this groupie who is also a dancer and she loves a musician very much. It really is pretty simple, but very beautiful.
While I'm on the subject though I'll tell you about the school play. It was year before last, my fourth year, we put it on, for a diversion, and it was Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. That was the first and last Hogwarts school play. We learned never, ever to do that ever again. It was a big mistake. I was, much to my chagrin, cast as Robin Starveling the tailor (I wanted to be Titania, the fairy queen). In a vain attempt to make my character more interesting, I turned her into a groupie of one of her fellow players, Nick Bottom, played by Roger Davies. Of all things, I chose to be a groupie for one reason: my favourite Muggle film in the entire world is The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and my favourite character is Columbia, and she is a groupie. Another film I took into consideration was my other favourite Muggle film, Almost Famous, which is about a rock band and a journalist boy who follows them around and the band's groupies. It is a very good film and it fuelled my groupie-ness indefinitely...
I am beginning to "strongly dislike" some things about school. For example, going to school. I used to love school when I was younger. I don't know what happened. Except that I do. I got adolescent, started noticing things. It changed me. I used to be a sweet little kid. Now I am bitter, sarcastic teenager just like the rest of them. And that makes me sad. Very sad.
I hate having my pictures taken. I always look either morbid and gloomy, preppy and vapid, or bubbly and stupid. We took spring photos the other day and just got them back. I look like a bubbly and vapid beauty queen/Pink Lady wanna-be (from the Muggle film Grease). And you can see my braces. (Silly Father won't let Mother just straighten them and get it over with...) At the time the bands were pink and blue. I got them changed recently and they are sparkly purple and raspberry now. I try to pick neon colours or colours that will scare my parents. But they will not let me get black anymore, which pisses me off.
I wish I was still old enough to play pretend... I used to like playing pretend when I was little.
(Cho Chang)
I enjoy reading. It is fun. Another thing you might want to know about me is that I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, this school for up-and-coming witches and wizards, and I am in Ravenclaw house. There's this guy, I love him. He's soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.
(Camilla Blue)
Ah, sorry about that, that was my friend Cho, pretending to be me. I agree about all that but the hottttttttttt boy. I have never met a hotttttttt boy. Not in real life. I have very high standards, I think. I'm guessing I do, because I have never met a hotttttttt boy and almost everyone I know has. Hmm. I must have very high standards.
We had absolutely nothing to do in History of Magic today. Double-period with the Hufflepuffs. Binns was out trying to rationalize with the Bloody Baron and left us alone to do "independent study". Instead we sat around. This annoying boy called Timothy kept singing a song about four is the numbers of wheels on a bus. Chrysanthemum, one of my Hufflepuff friends, was working on a quilt square with fishes on it and kept saying "Fishy fishy fishy". Mary Jane, another Hufflepuff friend, was smart and did her Arithmancy homework.
Cho and our friends Lolly (well her name is Kitty, but her last name is McLollipop so we all call her Lolly) and Ginger and I all started work at a newspaper in Hogsmeade. We get school credit for it, plus it's fun. We're at the office right now and we are divvying up assignments. I am writing an article about the trip that Christa and I took over summer holiday to New York City. Because I really do love New York, even tho I was only there for a day. But it's so exciting. Plus I'm tired of hearing about everyone (including the professors) go on and on about the trip a bunch of students took to Italy. I'm sure it was great, but MY GOD, other people went on vacation too!! I think I shall be productive and try to write about New York...
...No more New York essays for now. I just drew a flower on the table I'm writing at. I erased it. The professors would kill me...
"Isn't it funny how the truth just... sounds different?" That's from my second-favourite Muggle film, Almost Famous. Penny Lane said it. I think it's true. The truth does sound different cause the truth is different. It just carries a different intonation. It is so hard to say the truth out loud. Sometimes I can't even be honest with myself in my own diary. I am a champion of evading the truth. Not lying, just evading the truth. I operate by the if-I-act-like-it's-not-happening-it's-not theory. Not only do I evade the truth, I can evade my emotions, evade my doubts and insecurities. (God knows I have enough of those.) If I act cheerful and happy, I'll look like I am, and I'll fool myself into thinking I am, and it'll be okay.