I'm planning on going through my old chapters, and making sure that everything is consistent some time this weekend.

Expect some small changes in the various chapters. Nothing major, however.

Next chapter will be late.

Through a Half-breed's Eyes

Good god, there's two of them.

It turns out, Ginny isn't the only girl obsessed with Potter: I was sneaking around earlier, and found a poster, of all things, in another girl's room.

Speaking of which, these dorms really aren't very well warded.

Even worse, I can only stop whatever cocktails Ginny's trying to feed him. Whoever this other girl is

I should probably scout it out and narrow it down

is too far away for me to interfere with.

I mean, I could lock her in a room with Ginny, and deal with only the survivor, but I actually like having the quiet, moody roommate.

As you can probably guess, I've got Astronomy in an hour, and once again, nothing better to do than poke around.

I've even tried to make conversation.

It went about as well as I expected.

All of the girls here care about how they look

wheras I've always been a 'here and now' sort of girl.

I think after the third or fourth weird look I got when quizzing my fellow students on spells, I decided to wander off. Find something else to do.

Ginny at least pretends to listens to me when I babble on about wards, or (recently) protection rituals.

She hasn't quite asked me to try and protect any of her things yet, but I wouldn't trust me either.

I mean, I could try and sneak into Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw

Slytherin could also work, but if gossip spread, it'd really screw me over

I'm going to have to see if I can talk to anyone, but even then, I don't really have anyone I know outside of Gryffindor besides Luna.

Actually, weren't they saying something about a 'Forbidden Forest' earlier? I might check that out this weekend.

If anything, it should liven things up a bit.

FORBIDDEN FOREST IS A BAD IDEA

NEVER DO THAT AGAIN.

So! I now know why the forest is forbidden.

It started out fine: I was wandering around, taking in the fresh air, when I bumped into a dog.

A big, black dog with a pretty massive magical signature.

The dog then proceeded to beat feet deeper into the forest.

Now, I'm not stupid, and didn't follow the dog. What instead happened,

was that I got charged by a Unicorn.

Yup. Unicorns, in a forest. Apparently, one smelled me, and did what it usually did to 'Dark Creatures'.

Ever been charged by a Unicorn before? It's a bit like having a mounted horseman charge at you, holding a lance.

With the trees as dense as they were, I wasn't able to get airborne to escape, and thus I was forced to just run from the charging horse.

Right into a giant spider nest.

Long story short, I ended up running all the way back to the Groundskeeper's cottage, where he was apparently teaching a group of students about Hippogriffs.

I might've interrupted his class, when I vaulted over a fence, leading the Unicorn to catch its neck in between the rails, screaming bloody murder.

I was screaming. Not the unicorn. The unicorn was making more of an angry whinnying noise, as its ears flicked around menacingly. I think it was also gnashing its teeth, but I didn't get a good look at it.

I think I saw the entire class, AND the Hippogriff turn to watch me as I sprinted to the castle's entrance.

I'm really hoping none of them saw my face.

Well, it seems hope isn't enough.

There's a rumor going around now, that the

Well.

It's known that Unicorns like young, virgin females.

And apparently, they don't like me.

Meet my new nickname.

'Slut'.

Because apparently, a second-year girl is physically capable of being a slut.

Or even knowing what that means. I mean, I do know what it means, I haven't lived under a rock all of my life.

God. What a waste of time.

Any chance at being able to talk to the other girls in my year has gone down the drain.

Ginny gave me a weird, slightly disgusted look, before I asked her if she had even ever seen me with a boy, let alone attempted to date one.

Worst Year Ever.

There are exactly six-hundred, ninety four scratches on the wall closest to my bed.

Normally, I wouldn't need to know these things.

But unfortunately, save for the occasional demon patrols swooping around, there's been absolutely jack-shit happening that's worth leaving my dorm over.

No monster attacks,

No evil wizards,

Hell, the most dangerous thing the supposed werewolf's done is disappear on full moons.

I haven't even tried to talk to him yet. There's really nothing to ask.

Maybe I'll start doing that, just to make him uncomfortable, or something.

Even worse, some of the guys in Gryffindor are giving me weird looks, as if I'm some merchandise to oogle.

I really, really hope something terrible happens soon, to take this heat off of me.

Not like any of them are my type anyway.

Hell, the closest one to my type is Potter, but he's got not one, but two psychotic stalkers pining for him.

The name of the other one is Romilda Vane, by the way. Luckily, she's more of the 'up in your face' sort of stalker than the 'poison you' stalker. I don't think she has much chance at doing anything.

Although I still need to keep her away from Ginny. Wouldn't want her to get herself expelled for engaging in a duel.

Maybe I should challenge someone to a duel. They do that around here, right?

I can just go up and challenge some poor bastard to a duel?

No?

Probably not.

My thoughts are a complete mess.

I need to get out of here.

Ginny doesn't really have any advice for fixing boredom.

She did say that she had an enchanted Quiddich practice ball she could throw around if it really got bad.

Hell, anything is good.

Once again, Ginny's reflexes prove to be quite good. I was making catches, and so was she.

I think we went back-and-forth for twenty minutes, before I had to head out to Astronomy.

Actually, from the Astronomy tower, I can plainly see the lake below…

I wonder if I could hit it if I jumped off of the tower.

Maybe if things get really boring.

I found a shape-shifter today.

One of the seventh-year Hufflepuff girls is actually a shape-shifter. I know this, because I spent two hours following her around.

I think she tried to change her appearance four or five times, but I kept cutting her off in the hallways, and made sure to always resume whatever conversation she was fleeing from.

Either she's going to be really paranoid, or

God, is this what it's come down to? Me following random people around, hoping for something interesting to happen?

Screw it. I'm my Mothers' child. If trouble doesn't find me, I'll just have to go looking for it.

Anyway. After I finished stalking the shape-shifter, I headed out.

I'm quite happy to say that she was still looking around cautiously at dinner that night.

The stupid rumor's still going strong, by the way.

What type of boys are my type…

Ron Weasley is a definite no-go.

Potter's spoken for

That Longbottom kid

Neville, is not really my type: too shy, not fun enough.

And I'm pretty sure Dean and Sean are gay.

I don't think I'd ever find myself going for a Ravenclaw.

As for the Hufflepuffs, I don't really know enough about them.

Hell, the only boys I know outside of Gryffindor is

Actually, Malfoy wouldn't be bad, if he managed to pull his head out of his ass, sober up a bit, and learned to walk on his own feet.

Although that'd probably take someone murdering his entire family to force into his skull.

Should I do that?

Nah. Not yet at least.

Oh. I

I did indeed just write an entire entry upon boy preferences.

Screw it, gonna mess with the defense instructor next.