This is Anna Snowden again.
This morning, October 10th, we all met at the Hufflepuff Table (even Rosemary and Tom came) and talked about the dance.
"Who's Silvanus Fowler?" Magnolia asked Rosemary.
"That one, Gryffindor Prefect." Rosemary answered pointing to a strong-looking blond 6th year at the Gryffindor table.
"Oh, he's the Gryffindor Keeper I'm competing against on Saturday?" Tom asked.
"Yeah," Rosemary said, "And look at his muscles..."
Okay, so Amos Diggory is tall, handsome, strong, and quiet. Perfect for me. Apparently, Rosemary liked a powerful Quidditch player.
"Who are you going with, Magnolia?" Lila asked Magnolia.
"Tommy." Magnolia said.
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October 11th:
That night we went "shopping" for cool stuff to wear at the dance...
First we looked through the forest for very pretty flowers to put in our hair the next day.
Then we traveled to Hogsmeade and bought Sugar Quills:
"The next time we have Double Potions and Snape gets mad, these will get us through the afternoon." Lila said.
Magnolia had thousands of sented candles, aromatherapy stuff, incense sticks and cones, and glitter things in her trunk, and said she'd be glad to share, so we didn't need to buy any glitter or perfumes.
"The dance is going to be so cool!" Magnolia said.
"And it's in honor of Helga Hufflepuff." I added.
"And we have dates!" Rosemary said.
"Good-looking dates." Lila said.
"Cool dates." Magnolia added.
"Nice dates." I corrected.
"Older dates." Rosemary said, "Because Tom is about eight months older than Magnolia, and Amos is almost three years older than Anna, and Poseidon is one year older than Lila, and Silvanus is three years older than me."
"So what if they're older?" I said.
"Right, it doesn't matter." Magnolia said.
We returned to Hogwarts. It was 11:00, still early for us, so we stayed on the grounds, under our Invisibility Cloaks.
Then something hissed. Little distant angry voices.
We stopped and shrugged when the noise stopped.
We didn't bother with the mysterious voices from the forest, we were thinking about the dance the next day...
"Oh, wee students out of bed at 11 O'clock! Bad, bad, bad, Filch doesn't like to see students out of bed when they're not supposed to... Maybe I should tell him..." Peeves muttered. ((Filch's father))
Even under Invisibility Cloaks, Peeves could hear us as we were getting back in. So we narrowly escaped Peeves, Filch, and Mr. Stucatch ((no Mrs. Norris here. this is a dog)), went back to our dorm rooms, and fell asleep.
I dreamt about how cool the dance was going to be that night.