Chapter 4

Dear Diary,

The weather was very nice today. There were pretty, white, puffy clouds in the sky. One was shaped just like a zumblume. It might have been a rabbit. Another was shaped like a higglet. I think Draco Malfoy has been cursed by higglets. He has a brassy voice. It's one of the first signs you've been cursed. He wasn't very nice to Ginny. He called me loony. I don't care for him much. His friends aren't very nice either. I can't think why Ginny would say we have homework. We don't have any. I think she may have forgotten we did it all yesterday. Oh! I hope she hasn't stepped on any purple dandelions. Their fumes release when they're stepped on. They cause memory loss. Blaise Zambini is funny. I wonder why he was hiding on the second floor and watching us. I wonder if he knows it's rude to stare at people. The rest of the day was fun. I visited Hagrid. I found a firecrab dropping. That just reminds me. Daddy says their dropping mixed with mint leaves is the remedy for a higglet curse. Maybe if I give it to Draco Malfoy he'll be nicer to Ginny and me. I fed the giant squid. I visited the House Elves. I found my blue tennis shoes. The ones that went missing last year. They were in a broom closet. I talked to the Fat Lady. Her real name is Victoria Belington the third. She doesn't like people calling her the Fat Lady. I helped Colin and Dennis put together their new photo album. I talked to Nick. I ate my favorite meal for dinner. It was cabbage stew. No one else seemed to like it very much. They all ate the chicken instead. I don't care for meat much. I'm very tired now. I think I'll go to sleep.

Goodnight,

Luna

I hate Malfoy and his stupid, pretentious Slytherin posse that follows him EVERYWHERE. The red head swung her hand at her freckled face violently. They are mindless fools to a narcissus blonde boy that acts his shoe size instead of his age. I hate everything about him: his 'brassy' voice, his sneering face, his disparaging insults. Everything! This horrendous list would be ten feet long and use every cranny of space.

He thinks he's so great, so smart, so handsome. Ha!

He could never be as great as Harry,

He could never be as smart as Hermione,

and he could never be as handsome as Blaise Zambini.

As Ginny Weasely continued to rant senselessly about her passionate hatred for the infuriating Draco Malfoy, she had failed to notice she had openly admitted Blaise Zambini was extraordinarily handsome without even realizing it.

Harry Potter stretched and yawned, lazily rubbing his eyes and smiling with wonder at the enchanted ceiling. Saturday really is the best day of the week. His partner in crime, Ronald Weasely, had an identical lazy grin on his face showing he was thinking the same thought. Late lie-ins followed by portions of breakfast large enough to feed an army, oh the joys of Hogwarts weekends! The two boys slid onto the Gryffindor house benches and seized heafty portions and wolfed them down like starved dragons. Bacon bits flying, the table cloth smeared in grease, sausages mysteriously appearing at other House tables; it was indeed quite a scene to behold.

Ginny Weasely happened to be the unfortunate girl to witness this grotesque sight. She watched as food went flying as naturally as rain from the sky. Approaching the table which other Gryffindors had completely bypassed, in fear of being hit with half chewed food, she cleared he voice loudly.

Neither Harry Potter nor Ronald Weasely showed any sign of hearing the small red head loudly and unnaturally clear her throat. "Harry, Ron!" People from across the hall heard her and yet Harry Potter and Ronald Weasely seemed to have built a sound proof force field around the Gryffindor House table. Time for drastic measures. She smiled to herself and shouted in a surprisingly stentorian voice for such a small girl, "SPIDERS!"

A very high shriek echoed through the Great Hall making every Gryffindor stopped eating and stare at their house table. Ronald Weasely jumped out of the bench he had previously occupied and started frantically shaking and performing escape maneuvers. "Spiders, spiders, where, where." It was a rather pitiful sight; a very tall, red head, seventeen year old boy jumping about like a toddler and stuttering and shrieking over a small eight legged creature.

There was silence for a moment and then an eruption of roaring laughing, pointing and sharp flashes of Colin Creevy's camera erupted through the Great Hall.

Harry Potter fell off the dining bench laughing with tears flowing down his face. Ron marched up to Ginny Weasely with blushing ears and an embarrassed stance. "What the bloody hell Gin?" His sister had an amused expression etched into her face and said shrugged, "You weren't listening to me." That was enough to make Harry Potter wildly laugh once more. Ronald Weasely glared over his broad shoulder at the ebony haired boy, "Shut up Harry" he growled menacingly.

"You stop smiling and you stop laughing. Oi Creevy if you don't stop snapping that muggle contraption, I'll snap that cemira in two." A jingle of laughter rang through the Great Hall; Ronald Weasely looked like he was going to explode in rage "Ron," Harry Potter said between choking laughs and slapping his fist on the table, "it's camera, it's camera." He wheezed, red faced. "It doesn't make a bloody difference!" Ronald Weasely roared. He then shouted at his grinning sister, "What? What do you want?" Ginny Weasely smiled fiercely and proposed her idea.