Reason 25: I know where the kitchens are

I went looking for them at the end of November when I first had the idea to bake cookies for the boy's presents. Thanks to my inability to get lost, I found them straight away.

The house elves seemed thrilled to have me in there and wanted to give me any food that I wanted. I told them that they only had to if they wanted to, which I'm pretty sure offended them slightly, but in the end I was given the best hot chocolate I have ever had. That's saying a lot, mine and Hannah's mum can make a killer hot chocolate.

At first, when I asked them if I would be able to bake cookies in the next few weeks, they thought that I was telling them that their cooking wasn't good enough. It took a good fifteen minutes to calm the twenty elves that surrounded me and a further five to try to explain that I only wanted to bake to make the present more personal and that I enjoyed doing it. After that, they were quite happy to let me use the kitchens, although every time I visit they make sure that I know that the food I'm given is to the best possible standard. Not that they're kidding. It really is.

Did I ever say about how much the new me loves food?

Fred and George found me in there about two weeks ago. According to them it was hilarious that the elves seemed to be trying to prove themselves to me. It was then that they told me about their plan to prank Quirrell by hitting the back of his turban with snowballs. I couldn't stop laughing and they seemed quite pleased with themselves, but they didn't understand what I was actually laughing at.

They were going to hit Voldemort in the face with snowballs! They went through with it last week and made sure that I was in view of the whole thing. Personally, I think it was their best prank since the start of the year.

Reason 26: Christmas was crazy

Okay, so this may not make me a MS, but my presence this Christmas made things much more dramatic. First of all, I didn't wake up early enough for the boys. With no other girls in my dorm, there was no-one to wake me up this morning like they do everyday. Up until today, the boys were quite happy to let me sleep in. But today they were inpatient to open presents.

Harry and Ron tried to reach my room by climbing the stairs. Fred and George apparently bust their guts laughing at them when the stairs turned into a slide and even Percy cracked a smile. Fred then decided to go and get his broom and flew up the stairs before bursting into my room. Yet, I still didn't wake.

So he cast aguamenti in my face.

I woke up soaked to the bone and, naturally, began shouting blasphemies in his face while he ran out of the room laughing. So caught up in the prank, he forgot that the stairs would turn into a slide and slid all the way to the bottom, which was where I found him when I walked down, my presents in hand, dry and with my dressing gown on.

Then came the time for me to open presents, the boys being nice enough to not do so in their dorms to make sure I felt included. From Hermione and the twins I received lots of magical sweets. Hannah sent me lots of muggle sweets and chocolate, which the Weasleys (minus Percy) took great joy in taste testing. My parents gifted me a flute and some music sheets. They told me in their card that since I had 'always wanted to play' now could be the time where I could start to tutor myself. I'm thrilled with the gift as it just so happens that I used to play the flute and I know how expensive they can be. I see now why they didn't have money to spend on another hotel room.

Mrs Weasley had also made me a Weasley jumper, which stroke me as strange at first before Fred, George and Ron all groaned in embarrassment. They told me that they had told her not to, but since I had been mentioned in all of their letters since the start of the year she must have made me one anyway. I presume that it was just my MS powers at work again.

Harry and Ron both seemed to have forgotten to get people presents, so they both decided to share their chocolate frogs from Hermione with me to make up for it.

However, the most eventful present (apart from Harry's invisibility cloak) was given to me at breakfast. An owl dropped a package from Gringots onto the table and it turned out to be my heritage paper (the real name of the blood testing trial thingy). It showed me the family tree from my father's side. It's based off Gringots records on my family, so I'll ask for my mum's at another point. I almost screamed when I saw the results.

Reason 27: I'm related to the main character

I'm related to loads of other people too, but Harry is the most relevant at the moment. I guess I'll talk about the others when it seems like a good time.

Anyway, turns out Harry's great grandmother on his mother's side was a squib whose uncle was my great great grandfather. This makes Harry my third cousin three times removed. I've never seen anyone so happy as Harry was when I told him. He couldn't stop himself from throwing his arms around me in joy, which Fred and George then turned into a group hug, even puling Percy in.

I wish that I could have been as happy about this as Harry was. I put on a false smile (that I'm pretty sure George saw through, even though he didn't question it) for Harry's sake, but I can't stop thinking about how this makes me even more of a MS. It only reminds me that the relationships I have with my friends are manufactured. Their decisions to befriend me weren't of their own accord. Yes, my feelings of friendship for them are real, but I knew that theirs aren't. They would be perfectly happy without me. The proof is in the books.

This has been hanging over my head all day, and the feeling only grew worse when I heard a happy moan from where Ron was sitting and turned to see him eating my cookies. Turns out that 'I'm just as good a baker as his mum' and that the others should 'try the best cookies he has ever had'. Yeah, everyone singing your praises when you're already feeling bad about the fact that some stupid power is making them like you really doesn't make a person feel better.

Only one thing has managed to raise my spirits enough to write this entry down: Fred found out that I can tell the difference between him and George. George already knew, like I guessed. I accidentally let it slip at dinner when my mind was on other things and he nearly fell off the bench! He was speechless for five minutes and George says that it was a record. It made me somewhat happier that, even if the basis of our friendship was fake, at least they have some reasons to like me.