Okay. One review. I can live with that, right? Right. Um. I'm not going to beg, but PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE review. Please.

Oh, and I'm not sure what ages they are, because I *gasp* lost my seventh book, so if someone could send me their ages, it would be greatly appreciated. Oh, and I know it's short.

September 5

Hey Diary,

Where was I...Oh! That's right. The train. Scorpius. Running. Uniform.

HIM: (on the floor with my uniform piled around him) !#$%^^%$

ME: Yeah...um...sorry...

HIM: What the !#$%^, Weasley?

ME: I said sorry!

HIM: (standing up, arms crossed) I thought we were friends! Why did you ditch me?

ME: You weren't saying anything and I felt kinda uncomfortable! Plus, to quote you, 'You've only known me for all of five minutes. Doesn't count for much.'

HIM: (eye roll)

ME: We'll be there soon. I'm going to change.

HIM: Better pick up your stuff then. (kicks my stuff around)

ME: What the !#$%^&*, Malfoy?

And that was the start of our glorious rivalry.

Oh, and then my family came out and almost hexed him into oblivion.

He ended up looking rather odd, with little tentacles sprouting from his face.

Did I mention that this was second year?

I just stayed away from him in first year, I think.

Uncle Harry taught them the spell for the tentacles, I think. A combo of Jelly Legs and...something else. Bat-bogies?

Hm. Well, yesterday, you know when I heard someone coming up the stairs? It was Lily! And she had this sixth-year potions book in her hands. She's not in sixth year...

Whatever. She opened the book and in this swirly script, it said:

This Book Is The Property of The Half Blood Prince.

I'll tell you more later, diary.

September 6

Hello, Diary.

I'm baaaack! did ya miss me?

No? Thought not. Worth a try, right?

I've figured so far in life that I need to rely on smarts, not looks, to get through life.

Just like Dad said.

'Make sure you beat him on every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains.'

But I also inherited her looks, sadly.

Red, puffy hair to match my flaming temper, a flat chest, and a brain. I've always been known as 'the smart one' or 'Hermione Granger's daughter.'

So, having fabulously famous parents does have a drawback.

I call it PPS. Perfect Parent Syndrome.

Basically, it means that I have a huge yardstick and if I don't match up, I'm considered a failure.

So I have had to work really hard, but I feel like it isn't fair.

Everyone else in my family doesn't have to work, and they get perfect grades, and perfect looks.

I have never met a comb I couldn't break. My hair has quite the reputation.

I've been studying really hard for the Ordinary Wizarding Level tests, but James plays with fake wands in class and gets Os.

But with Lily's book, I won't have to work that hard in Potions anymore. It's always been my worst subject.

She said that her dad (Uncle Harry) sent it to her, saying to never ever ever use Sectumsempra (I heard he used it once on Scorpius's Dad)

He also said the others are safe, he had them approved by the Ministry.

And he said that the brewing techniques are secret, and would help her get a better grade, because Lily is getting an A in potions, and that's only because she gets the theory, but can't put it to use.

Like me. We're trying to figure out whether or not to use the book for potions.

I'll be back with my choice tomorrow, diary.

Ooh. Cliffie. I'll write more if I get five reviews. Five. That's all I want.

And REAL reviews, not meaningless junk, okay?

P.S. I'll be the judge of it.

P.P.S. Push the button, and tell me what Rose should do!