This is Lila Boyd again.
I had fun at the Hufflepuff Dance but there is no way I'm taking Poseidon to the Gryffindor Dance. He's so... self-centered. I thought Prefects were supposed to be cool. Anna and Tom, and probably Silvanus, are cool and they're Prefects.
Poseidon only talked about himself.
"So, I grew up now and I think I'd make SUCH a good Minister of Magic, because I'm a Prefect and I'm smart, I'm good at bossing people around..." That's how he talked.
He came up to me today...
"Hello Lila."
"Hello Poseidon."
"Want to come to the Gryffindor Dance with me? I know it's in December but I've got to make decisions in time if I'm going to be Minister of Magic. Time is very important."
"No, I don't want to come to the next dance with you. Go ask someone arrogant like yourself, I'm tired of listening to you talking about being a Minister of Magic."
Then I left. Poseidon stood there, outraged, dumbfounded.
I'm going to find someone worthy next time.
He somehow sent me an owl. The envelope was filled with bubotuber pus and my hands swelled. I told Professor Sprout what Poseidon did and ran to the Nurse's Office.
Guess who I found there?
Silvanus Fowler, Rosemary's date. He was clutching his left arm. I noticed a burn on it. How in the world did he manage to get burned?
"Hello Silvanus. Remember me? I'm Rosemary's friend, Lila Boyd."
"Hi." he said.
"What happened? How'd you get burned?" I asked.
"Hagrid has fire-breathing alligators in Care of Magical Creatures, so watch out." he replied, "And what happened to you? Someone sent you bubotuber pus?"
"Yes, bubotuber pus. Poseidon sent it because I said I didn't want to go to the next dance with him. He's so stubborn." I said.
"Get him back by sneaking a fire-breathing alligator egg into his dorm room, you'll do us all a favor because there'd be one less alligator to take care of and you'll teach that Ravenclaw Prefect a lesson." Silvanus said.
We both laughed, but we shut up when the nurse came in. She cured us, and we left.
Fire-breathing alligators? Oh boy, I can't wait for the next Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Of course I'm being sarcastic.
I think I'm going to ask Philip Irving, a good student in 5th year who plays the second Beater on our Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.
I play Quidditch too, I'm a Hufflepuff Chaser. Magnolia's the first Beater, and Anna's another Chaser. We're really good, I guess.
Philip always says something like "Good job, Lila!" or "We're lucky we've got you on our team, Lila." after each game.
But I'm not asking him this month. I'll ask him during the last week in November.
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YIKES!!!!!
We were just wandering around the school looking for secret places then we saw a message carved into the rock wall in a hallway leading to the Hospital Wing and two classes.
The message said something like this:
~ Be afraid, Hogwarts. Be very afraid. The Dark Lord is gaining power! ~
Anna, Rosemary, Magnolia, and I were completely freaked. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you that TOM came along because he was worried about our safety. So he saw it too and he panicked too.
"This is serious. Whoever wrote this is to be in lots of trouble! That was a very bad prank." he said.
"Maybe this is NOT a prank... what if it's true?" Magnolia asked quietly.
"Well then I'll come with you lot tomorrow on your night time adventures." Tom said.