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Entry Ten
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Woke up today feeling exhausted. That's what happens when I don't get my beauty sleep. Was sure I got bags under my eyes. Went over to mirror to check. Found bags. Covered it up with foundation. Checked mirror again. Noticed hair was still greasy and floppy. Looked into other mirrors just in case. All showed greasy hair. Curse Santa. No, wait. I take that back. Not good to curse Santa, even after Christmas. He might send a herd of stampeding reindeer over to squash me. Am sure I would not enjoy being squished. However, reindeer-squishing might mess up hair. Hair may end up looking like Potter's. Vowed to curse Santa at least once everyday. Curse curse curse.
Was eating big breakfast today (cursing is a very strenuous exercise) when Trelawney came up to me and gave me a big kiss. Was thoroughly taken aback. Didn't know she liked Cockroach Clusters so much (that's what I sent her for Christmas). Trelawney spent all of breakfast acting very friendly. Was incredibly creeped out. Didn't find out until lunchtime that the boxes of mistletoe were sent to her room instead of Minerva's. Apparently my description of 'brunette teacher who wears glasses' was not accurate enough. Delivery wizard said he chose the one he thought best suited me. Am not quite sure I understand what he meant. Doesn't matter. Curse the delivery wizard. No, I take that back. Am sure flock of stampeding owls will not be as effective in ruffling my hair as reindeers.