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Fred's Journal

Sugarquill

September 1st

That's the password I'm going to use to open this thing from now on. George won't even think of it; I never look twice at Sugarquills. I always go for the frogs, those are the yummy ones.

So, Mum bought me and George these lovely little diaries in Diagon Alley yesterday. We decided they're our prizes for not becoming Prefects, or Head Boy, or receiving any type of award, as Ickle Ronnie's got a new broom because he is a orefect. Sad, me and George never thought he'd be the one to wear the badge of shame.

Anyway, George's decided he's going to use his to keep track of business for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. I can do that, too, but I think I may want to try it out as an actual diary as well.

So...leaving for Hogwarts today. Yep, Lupin brought me, George, and Ginny to the station. We all had to travel with Harry's guard, just in case You-Know-Who decides to pop out from behind a bush and kill us all and nick our shoes. Granted that's a worst case scenario, of course. He isn't horrible enough to take our ties.

Lee and George are here in the compartment now. Lee's helping us out with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes a bit. Alicia and Patricia are here, too, with Angelina. She looks different after the summer. Somehow...I don't really know how to explain it. It might be the way those braids frame her face so perfectly, or the fact that her blinding white smile seems more playful, somehow. Oh, by jove, listen to me. Shut up, dammit! I don't know why I'm thinking about Angelina so much all of a sudden. I mean, one minute ago she was just another mate and now something's different, that's all I know. I'm going to have to find out what it is.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I'm not the only person writing at this moment. Angelina has a purple book just like this one out, only instead of a Galleon, hers has a pickle on it. How odd. Then again, so are most of the people I'm friends with.

Must go now, the food trolley's here. I think George and I should buy a few Acid Pops, just to see what they can do for Skiving Snackboxes...


Angelina's Diary

Pumpkin Juice

September 3rd, King's Cross station
Hogwarts express

Dear Diary,

My mother gave this to me as a going away present. Honestly, a diary? You are quite pretty though, purple with a pickle on the cover. I just began writing in you because I had wanted to secure this diary with magic. If Alicia or Patricia got into this who knows what horrible things could happen. If anyone other then me attempts to open this diary then their hair will grow at a dangerously fast rate (eyebrows included) and their face, arms, and hands will become covered with green pimples.
Wonderful little spell that was.

Also, I've got that password, which they won't think of because...who in their right mind would use Pumpkin Juice as a password!

I managed to find a compartment earlier. Trish and Lee were having a rather heated discussion about firefaries earlier, but now Lee and George are talking about something in hushed voices while Trish and Alicia are talking about the Tutshill Tornadoes. Fred's writing in a plain blue book with a Galleon on the front. This is odd, normally I never catch Fred writing.

A little explanation perhaps? Right, well here's a little bit of a background on my life, though I don't know if it's necessary since I alone will ever read this book.

Anyway, Trish, whom we rarely call Patricia, is my best friend in the entire school of Hogwarts (though Alicia runs a close second). She has intense green eyes, auburn hair, and an excellent figure. Alicia is pretty as well she (I forgot what she looks like). Me, I'm your plain Jane. Well, not exactly as I'm of African descent, but still, I'm plain for that. Dark skin, black hair, braided hair, and an attitude that just goes looking for trouble.

The boys are our friends though we don't talk to them as often as we like to. Fred and George Weasley are twins both having flaming red hair and brown eyes. They are absolutely adorable and Alicia, Trish, and I are the only ones who can tell them apart. I suppose its because I spend so much time looking at Fred with that impossibly goofy grin of his. Sigh.

Anyway Lee has got these awesome dreadlocks and he is pretty cute as well. I always thought of him as a tag-a-long to the twins though, but I don't think they believe that. I am really excited to be starting my seventh year and

How strange. Red just closed is book and he and George and Lee bought about a dozen Acid Pops from the snack trolley. What is he doing with all them?

Do I seem to mention Fred a lot? Maybe its because I have a desperate crush on him, despite the fact that its absolutely pointless to go after a Weasley twin as they only think about Quidditch and pranks. That's what they want to do when they get out of here, open a jokeshop. I don't doubt they're capable of it, but where will they get the money!

The only time that Fred actually responded to my flirting was when he asked me to the dance last year, I had a great time but apparently he didn't. Oh well, I'll take being his friend if I can stay near him. I'm going to stop writing now, Alicia, Trish, and I always trade Chocolate Frog cards on the train...


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