A/N Well, here's the second part. We have Malfoy, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and of course Andi. And two newcomers with a new teacher. Harry's been doing weird stuff, Ginny's been watching him do weird stuff, Malfoy's been hearing (and passing along) weird stuff, and Andi is highly intrigued by the whole thing. R/R!

I'm more than a bird

I'm more that a plane

I'm more than some pretty face

Beside a train

And it's not easy to be me

I wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd

But don't be naive

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed

But won't you conceive

Even heroes have the right to dream

And it's not easy to be me

-Five for Fighting, "Superman"

The Slytherin Diaries:101 Things You'd Rather Not Know The Day Before School Starts

Tuesday, September First

Dear Chiasma,

It's been a long, long day. To say the very least. I guess you could say it started with an extremely weird dream. Only I can't remember what I dreamed. Well, yes I can. It was about my father. But that's all I know. I don't remember what happened, or what he looked like, or anything like that. Just that he was there. And I think I was mad at him about something (like not being here for the past fourteen years of my life! Small wonder, but anyhow).

Mum decided she needed to play the part of an extremely anxious mother today, and got us all up at the crack of dawn. She needn't have bothered. Granted, I'm not the most organized of people, but even I was finished packing a couple days ago. Actually, I think she was going to all this trouble because poor Nilesie-poo was going off to big bad Hogwarts for the first time. I don't think she made a fuss when I went my first time, but then again, I don't think she did for Sam either. Mum just thinks of Niles as the baby of the family, and it's as much his fault as hers.

So we were (in my increasingly annoying mother's words) "Up and at 'em!" (Note the false brightness, please) long before any decent human wizard would consider getting up at. Though I can't really vouch for veelas. They're just weird.

Needless to say, we were among the first at Kings Cross. Sameth had decided to join us, feeling oddly fraternal for a change. I should make a mental note of that. Or write it on paper. Which I obviously just did. Please excuse my weird mood. This is what happens when a certain person who shall remain nameless (though if Mum were here right now, I'd be glaring at her) wakes me up way too early. I need my beauty sleep. Speaking of sleep, a some second year was trying to scare some of the newbies by telling them I slept in a coffin. I wasn't sure whether to burst out laughing or turn bright red. I think I did both. Oh well. Another fun filled embarrassing year.

But I'm getting off track again. The scene at platform 9 ¾ this year was probably the worst I've ever had. You try having a mother has all of a sudden gotten all emotional, a brother close to tears, another brother giving you the "be good this year" lecture, and a Malfoy watching it all. Three Malfoys, actually. Ewwwwwwwww. !!!!!! (In case you didn't get the point).

"Niles, you can walk right through it, I promise!" Even Mrs. Falco was beginning to get irritated with her youngest son, who was stubbornly refusing to believe he could walk through a solid wall.

"It's some sort of test, isn't it?" Niles demanded, his blue eyes beginning to water. "And if I don't get through I'll never be able to go to Hogwarts!" His little chin was shaking pathetically. Andi rolled her eyes at Sameth, who gave her an amused "be patient" look.

"No, dear, really, you just walk right in!" The boy's mother said brightly, giving him a 'little' push that sent him sprawling into the wall and scattering his books everywhere. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry…I thought you'd be able to get through…" Mrs. Falco sighed as she began helping Niles pick up his books. "Sam, Andi, come help…"

But Andi had much bigger worries on her mind. Striding toward them was none other than the Malfoy entourage, complete with servants and house elves to carry all of Draco's personal belonging's. Malfoy, for a brief but rare second, didn't have his usual sneer. In fact, he looked downright worried. Andi would have been astonished if he hadn't replaced it by an ugly sneer almost the second he saw her. But even then, his eyes nervously darted around as though he were looking for someone.

Andi didn't have much time to think about that, though. She couldn't even look at Malfoy…or any Malfoy, for that matter, without turning red in fury…and embarrassment. So she turned to her mother instead.

Elizabeth Falco had an expression on her face her daughter had never seen before. Her expression contorted into a fury, her face turned pale in deathly rage, and her eyes narrowed into little slits.

But she wasn't looking at Draco, or even Lucius. She was looking at a willowy blonde, her face perfectly smooth despite the age that showed in her eyes and limp hair. She stood tall and straight, and she matched Mrs. Falco's expression with a purely livid one of her own.

Lucius Malfoy watch with interest as the silent hatred grew mutually, while his son scowled.

"I'm leaving," he said sourly. "Can't stand being around no-house filth." Draco glared at Andi, who lowered her eyes so he wouldn't see the tears that spurted into her eyes. Draco glared at Sam, too, but Sameth Falco glared right back and Draco had to break off first. With a sound that strongly resembled a growl, he grabbed his cart from one of the servants and shoved it through the barriar.

Mrs. Falco, without moving her venomous look from Narcissa Malfoy, said in a perfectly cheerful voice, "See, Niles? I told you you could just go right through the wall."

That comment, of course, drew muggle attention. Lucius glared at the wide mouthed passerby's with hatred almost equal to his wife's. Andi decided they weren't really a happy family, not if they could have that much hatred.

Which made Andi shiver, because her own mother certainly held a lot of hatred just then.

She decided to follow Draco's idea (something she never thought she'd do), and push her way through the barriar before anyone could tell otherwise. She felt slightly bad about leaving Sam to deal with Niles and their distraught mother, but she consoled herself by reminding herself that she was a Slytherin, after all. Slytherin's didn't care about anyone but themselves.

"What was that about?" A cold voice drawled behind her. "You're mom hating mine, I mean. I don't know anyone who likes your mom, though I admit Mother's reaction was a bit excessive." Draco creaked his cart next to hers.

"How should I know?" Andi snapped irritably. She was disliking Draco more by the second. "You're the one who seems to know so much more about my family than I do."

Malfoy snorted, but it was the kindest snort Andi had every heard from him. Not that that was saying much, and he definitely still sounded slightly sinister. "What, you still don't know?" His eyes held condesedence and…pity? Andi wasn't sure. "Well, you'll find out soon enough." With that, he and his cart squeaked away.

"I really hate him." Andi's eyes narrowed, and for an instant she was an exact replica of her mother.

"Who doesn't?" Hermione Granger had appeared next to her, eyes steadily darkening as she watched Malfoy's retreating figure. She smiled slightly at the girl next to her, who had somehow just shrunk and made herself even shorter. "Did you have a good summer?" she asked politely. Andi nodded mutely, not wanted to mess up and say something unintentionally insulting.

Her silence did that for her, though, and Hermione sauntered away.

"Thanks for helping out back there," her brother's voice came dryly as he stepped up behind her. He didn't seem to angry, though…he was much too relieved that his mother hadn't killed Narcissa and Narcissa hadn't killed his mother.

"Yeah, well, sorry." Andi said sourly, as she was understandably developing a rotten mood. "Have a great year." She pushed away.

"Don't you want to say goodbye to Mum?" Sam called after her, sounding shocked. Andi froze for a second as a sudden fear, crept over her, but it vanished quickly.

"No!" She shouted back, not turning around once until she reached the train, and not once even then. Something in her was shaking about what Sam had asked. Why she should she say goodbye? Her mother would always be there. Wouldn't she?

Not wanting to talk to anybody (and not sure she could find anybody who wanted to talk to her), Andi dragged her trunk to the very back of the train and heaved it into an empty compartment, shutting the door firmly behind her. If she had been a good sister, she probably would have gone back, and helped her brother…but she wasn't a good sister. She wasn't even a good person, as she was constantly reminding herself.

She sat there for a long time, staring at her reflection in the window. She had purposefully chosen the side away from the platform so that nobody would see her but the gloomy grey walls.

The train started moving after a time, Andi wasn't sure how long, and the silent walls changed to the silent English countryside. The refreshment witch came by after awhile, but Andi wasn't hungry. She hadn't been really hungry in awhile, actually.

She took her diary out of her trunk and looked at it for a little while, than put it back in the trunk. She didn't feel like writing just then. She didn't feel like she had anything to write about.

After awhile she tipped the door open slowly, inviting anybody who might be in the corridors to come join her. Her own thoughts were poor company.

But instead of people, voices drifted in.

"Anything you can say to me, Malfoy, you can say to my friends as well." That was a voice Andi knew well from her dreams, if not reality. And the 'friends' were obiviously Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. Intrigued, Andi slipped out into the corridor. Across the way and two compartments down, Draco stood leaning rigidly across the door frame. She could catch a glimpse of the imfamous Weasly red hair, but it was much too long and curly to be Ron's.

"Not this one," Malfoy said, sneering. "You can tell them afterwards, if you really want to, but I think you'll have other people to tell first. Are you going to hear me out or not?" Draco was definitely tenser than Andi had ever seen him before, and paler, too, if that was possible. His voice, though, still blazed with frustrated fury.

Andi could almost feel Harry considering. "Fine, then." Andi inhaled sharply as Draco began to turn, and dove under the table of the compartment across the hall. Which, unfortunately, turned out to be exactly where Draco led Harry Potter.

They didn't notice her, of course, because no one ever did. And because she was cramped as far into the shadows as she could curl into. She studied the dust on her boots and prayed the two boys didn't decide to sit down next to the window.

They didn't. Draco peered out cautiously in the corridor once more, and, after closing the door, sat smoothly on the edge of the seat. Harry remained standing.

"Make it short, Malfoy," Harry practically hissed.

Andi could see Malfoy's muscles tense in both anger and nervousness. "You know the main headquarters of the Ministry?" Unable to help himself, he added, "The big grey building with the pretty carvings?"

"Well that describes about every building in London, but yes, actually, I do know the ministry building." Harry seemed more amiable than he had a moment ago, probably because he, like Andi, had finally noticed how tense Draco was and realized he had the upper hand.

Andi could here Draco take a deep breath, and saw his feet twitch beneath the table. "It'll be gone by noon tomorrow if you don't do something." Draco let out a long breath, and his twitching abrubtly stopped as he pinioned Harry with a glare. Andi stifled a gasp, willing herself not to scream out.

"And why are you telling me this, Malfoy?" Harry didn't sound like he even remotely believed Draco. "Wouldn't you be happy if that happened?"

Draco laughed low and venomously. "Have it your way, Potter. And when news comes in tomorrow that hundreds of witches and wizards have died, you'll know who to blame." Andi's heart was now thumping wildly as she thought of her mother.

"How do you know this anyway, Malfoy?" Harry was trying to sound sure of himself, but his voice wavered. "You're Daddy told you?"

"He doesn't know." Draco's voice sounded strained. "I found out from…someone else. And don't bother asking who. But the entire ministry's in your hand's now, so go be the hero everyone thinks you are." Andi was somehow reminded of her silent and loud arguments with her older brother, the arguments caused by her jealousy and his angelicness. Malfoy stood up and turned to go.

"Figure's you'd be a coward." But it wasn't Harry who'd spoken. The compartment door slammed open, the slammed shut again. But Andi still couldn't see anyone. But…

Unsure if she was seeing things, she watched three pairs of feet, followed by six legs, slowly appear right in front of her. One pair of immaculate black robes, two messy, repaired ones. Andi inched forward the tiniest bit to see if she could catch their faces.

The first was Hermione, the second Ron. Both looked angry and disbelieving. Ron was glaring at the third person, whom Andi knew all too well from shared Transfiguration classes. Ginny Weasly stood next to her brother, at least half a foot shorter than Ron but glaring at Draco with fire in her eyes that matched her hair.

"You're just going to pass the responsibility off to Harry and not do anything yourself?" Andi recognized Ginny's voice as the one that had spoken up earlier.

"Ginny…" Ron looked pleadingly at his sister. "He's making the whole thing up."

"No he's not!" But it wasn't Ginny who had spoken. Or Ron, or Hermione, or Harry.

It was Andi.

She wasn't sure how she knew, but she knew that Draco was telling the truth. A small voice in the back of her mind nagged that she was believing Draco for the same reason as Ginny; that is, because she had a lot to lose if Draco was right and nobody did anything. Family members she would never see again. But she also knew what it felt like to know something selfishly, and this didn't feel like it. It was almost as though she saw a crossroads in her mind, one with a ministry and one without. One with a mother, one full of tears.

Slowly, five faces peered under the table and stared at her. Finally, Draco said, "Figures you'd be spying on us," he spat distastefully, but he looked almost glad to see her. That is, if Draco could ever look glad. It was an expression that spirited darkly around his mouth but didn't melt the ice of his eyes.

Andi pushed herself up on to the bench with a total lack of grace and her cheeks burning, but she kept her chin high. "And the three of them weren't?" She tossed her head towards where Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were slowly standing up to look at her again. They all blushed slightly, Ginny most of all.

"Even you're a step above those muggle lovers," Draco sneered, transferring his gaze from Hermione to Ginny and then to Ron. Hermione glared at Andi. She still hadn't forgiven her for earlier. Andi glared right back. She was sick of people misunderstanding her. Ginny noticed their silent interchange with a scowl.

"Don't we have other things to deal with right now?" Ginny asked, running frustrated hands through her wavy hair. Though it looked smooth on the outside, it was apparently quite knotted on the inside and Ginny had to focus all her efforts on yanking her hand out of a mass of a red, tangled ball. Without a word Hermione handed her a brush that appeared somewhere within the folds of her robe.

Since when did Hermione the book worm carry a brush with her, Andi thought sourly, her thoughts no kinder to the older girl than her glare. It was then that she realized how much older Hermione looked than she had last year; much more refined, somehow, an image promoted partially by her silky hair. The bushy mane she had last year was no where to be seen. This didn't make Andi like her a single bit more. In fact, it only increased her jealousy.

"What would you have to lose be telling someone?" Andi asked softly, her glance fleeting briefly up to Harry before returning downcast to the ground. His green eyes seemed even brighter than she remembered as he met her gaze for a fraction of an instant.

"I dunno, dignity," Ron said sarcastically. His ears were slightly pink for no particular reason. Then Andi realized that he was looking at her, the redness of his ears slowly spreading to the rest of his face.

Great, she thought, annoyed. She felt like she should be pleased, someone was finally noticing her, after all, but she hadn't imagined her first love to be a freckled carrot (she made a mental note to herself never to refer to any boy as a vegetable again. The image it created in her mind wasn't exactly pleasing).

"Okay, why don't I put this in simpler terms." Annoyance prevailed in her voice, and she let the others interpret it how they would. "What do you have to lose if you don't tell somebody?" She arched a slender eyebrow, knowing that not a single one of them would be able to say no to that.

Sure enough, Hermione and Ron cast their gazes downward and shifted their toes a little bit. Harry looked at Malfoy. Malfoy looked at Andi. Andi looked at Ginny, who gave her a pondering and indecisive look. She didn't smile, but she didn't frown, either. Just pondered. And looked slightly irritated, but not at Andi. More at Draco, who was still looking at Andi, and Harry, who was still looking at Draco. Andi felt distinctly uncomfortable.

"What's stopping me from telling Dumbledore that you told me?" Harry's tone wasn't angry now, or even doubting, just thoughtful. But his eyes bore no less hatred than his arch enemy's.

"Absolutely nothing." Draco smiled overly sweetly. A nervous smile, though, and a cold one. The one a gambler makes when he's gambling not only on chance but the person he's playing against. "But then I might have to let it slip what you've been doing this summer."

The effect his words had on Harry was immediate. Almost before Andi could process what was going on, Harry had his wand pointed at Draco's head and a murderous glint in his eye. "You're bluffing," he hissed, green eyes blazing with a fury that came alive in his voice. Andi watched, transfixed like a rabbit on two dueling snakes. Ron and Hermione exchanged puzzled glances. Ginny looked grimmer than usual.

"Arretnimuleac," Draco whispered. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, but Andi saw the hands he had clasped behind his back quiver the faintest bit. He was gambling on something, but Andi couldn't guess the stakes. "And no, Hermione," Draco said in a tone that mixed both dragon's fiery growl and cruel amusement. "It isn't in a dictionary. It's something I know about, and Harry knows about." And sure enough, Harry was paler than he had been right before he faced the Hungarian Horntail. He glared at Malfoy, but it was a helpless glare filled only with impotent rage.

"We can't tell Dumbledore who told us," Harry said, sounding both furious and helpless at the same time. Andi decided that it was officially the sexiest voice ever.

"Harry…" Hermione looked pleadingly at her best friend. "What is-"

Harry cut her off abrubtly. "You can't tell anybody about this, Hermione! I can't tell you what he's talking about, and we can't tell Dumbledore. You have to-"

"Prior Incantem," Draco said, lazily waving his wand at Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. "Now they won't be able to tell anyone." He sneered at the three, who all had very blank looks on their faces.

"Ginny already knows," Harry muttered unwillingly. Andi tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible. She did not want her memory erased.

"Falling for a Weasle?" Malfoy droned, twirling his wand idly in his hands. Harry didn't rise to the bait and Andi secretly promised herself she would do something really mean to Draco tomorrow. "So do we have a deal? You tell Dumbledore what you know without mentioning my name, and I won't mention all those experiments you've been doing." All traces of anxiousness were gone from his voice. He knew he had won this round, at least.

Harry looked at Malfoy steadily for several moments. Without moving his gaze, he asked "What about Camilla?" Andi felt her insides turn over at the sound of Harry saying her real name. Even if he wasn't looking at her.

Malfoy turned slowly and gave Andi a long, lingering look. Andi crossed her wand defensively over her chest. "Don't you dare," she said, trying to make her voice sound as menacing as possible. It wasn't very hard. She glared at Draco, daring him to raise his wand.

Malfoy's wand hand didn't even twitch. "She won't say anything." He gave a cruel smile, as though enjoying some personal joke.

Harry looked at the two Slytherin's, one in a defensive crouch with her eyes blazing and her wand held tense, the other leaning lazily against the wall but his eyes overly alert. Harry decided to leave whatever feud was between them stay between them. Sighing, he drew his dazed friends out of the cubicle.

"One more thing, Potter," Draco drawled after Harry. "Don't tell re-enlight any of your friends about this if you want your secret to be kept."

Harry didn't condescend to reply, but he turned slowly and his eyes held a deadly promise. A promise to Draco, certainly, but not one Andi was sure he would like. She shivered as Harry finally left.

"Who says I'm not going to say anything?" Andi crossed her arms against her chest, boldly glaring at the fifth year. She kept her left hand clenched tight around her wand though, just for assurance.

"Why would you?" Draco pointed out, smiling slightly. The smile didn't reach his eyes.

"What would I have to lose?" Andi retorted, willing her voice not to shake. "Other than you're friendship, of course, and you know how much that means to me." Her brother had once told her that sarcasm was the refuge of the insecure. Well, it was working.

Draco didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he stared out the window to the fragmented landscape, now oppressed by a heavy grey sky that matched his eyes. And they were heavy, Andi realized with a start. They were a cold grey, and therefore should have seemed to be light, but they weren't. They were weighted down, and they bore upon his dark expression like the sky on the fields.

"If Dumbledore finds out I told Harry, he'll know who told me." He was still staring out the window, his voice composed and clipped to hide it's strain. "And that would ruin everything." He turned to face her, daring her to ask the question that must follow.

She did. "And why should I care?"

"Look in the papers tomorrow. You'll see someone you know, or should, whether or not Potter has the brains to stop the ministry from being blown up. And if you still can't figure it out, then, by all means, go tell Dumbledore." He smiled, knowing he had won on a gamble his opponent could only dream about. Andi glared at him, desperately trying to understand what she couldn't. It was something important, she knew, but she couldn't comprehend what.

A large tabby cat, monstrous, actually, was determinedly swatting at the small crack in the door. The two occupants of the compartment didn't notice him, and he didn't much care for them either. He was much too busy trying to pounce on the winged rodent that stood just out of his reach.

The cat and the bat glared at eachother in much the same manner as the two Slytherins. For they had both heard the entire conversation, and they were each determined not to let the other one get away to tell anyone else.

… Is it that much to ask just to have a normal life? Looking back, I'm not sure whether or not I believe Draco. He isn't exactly the most honest person in the world. But what does he have to gain by lying? On the other hand, what does he have to gain by telling the truth? UGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!! Life should not be confusing and complicated like this. You know, if I had just gotten into Hufflepuff, I could have gone off and lived happily ever after (my brother seems to be doing a fine job of it) and thought about normal things like boys and friends and boys and school and boys (not that I don't). But no. Instead, I get to think about how Draco's going to humiliate me today, whether I'll officially get kicked out of Hogwarts seeing as I don't belong in any of the houses, or whether the whole dumb ministry's about to blow up! I'm fourteen! This is not what I want to think about. It's all that stupid hat's fault. If it hadn't put me in Slytherin, I wouldn't have to worry about Draco, or the ministry, or any other nastily annoying thoughts that just randomly pop up in in my head because they prefer to reside there.

Then again, I might not have met Loretta and Garett…

"Hello!" The girl's voice was not at all shy, but then again, Andi couldn't see any reason why she should be shy. She was tall, almost as tall as Harry (whom Andi had noted had had a growth spurt) with a figure that could have stepped off the Wizarding Wear Annual Fashion Show runway. She wore loose robes, but they only draped themselves nicely over her instead of making her seem bulky, and her dark brown hair rivaled Hermione's for shine. She smile, and displayed a full row of white teeth that, though slightly jagged on the bottom surface, were perfectly straight. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She indicated the empty seat next to Andi. Actually, she indicated one of the empty spaces next to Andi. There were two. As usual, she had been sitting by herself, alone with her thoughts and unwanted food.

Andi shook her head and gave a weak attempt at a bitter smile. It had been too long a day for her to feign politeness. The small, curious side of her that still functioned (to some extent) wondered who this girl was. The sorting ceremony was over, and though Andi hadn't really paid attention she was almost positive this girl hadn't been Sorted. Besides, she looked far too old to a First Year. A third year, maybe, bit probably fourth or above. Definitely not a teacher. So what was she doing here?

"I'm Loretta Alucard.," the girl said, almost as though she were reading Andi's thoughts. Me and my brother just moved here from Scotland." She smiled again. Her accent, though very distinct, didn't sound the least bit Scottish, but Andi couldn't place where she had heard it. The name didn't sound very Scottish either.

Loretta continued, seeing Andi's confused frown. "Our father is one of the new teachers." She pointed an impossibly tall and lean man at the head table whose silver hair shone like a star across the hall. He was picking at his food and listening to Proffessor Flitwick with a definite scowl. Loretta beamed with pride as she watched her father. "He's teaching Dark Arts."

"Defense against Dark Arts," a new voice hastily corrected. Andi glanced up over her shoulder to find a younger, though still tall and lean, replica of Loretta's father. He was definitely not a first year either. Far too handsome. Loyalty made Andi remind herself that Harry was cuter, but it was a close call. The boy's features were amiable but somehow tight, in a relaxed sort of way. Tense, almost. His hair was darker than Loretta's though still not quite black, and his eyes were the clearest blue Andi had ever seen, bluer even than Draco's.

He took the seat on the other side of Loretta, whom Andi assumed was his sister. "I'm Garett," he told her with a smile that could have melted the coldest heart. Andi was forced to smile back.

"Andi," Andi replied simply. She'd never been good at introductions. "Or Camilla Alassandra, but I'd much rather go by Andi. Much shorter. And less stuck up. And-" she broke off abrubtly as she realized she was rambling. Garett and Loretta exchanged an amused glance.

"So…what year will you be in?" Andi asked, furiously trying to get her face to turn back to it's normal shade of color.

"We're both fourth years," Loretta answered, smiling. "And before you ask-" (Andi had indeed opened her mouth) "-we're not twins. Gary's eleven months older." Garett smiled and nodded in assent. Loretta seemed impossibly pale, but Garett's skin was a much darker tan that set off his white teeth even more.

"How did you get sorted?" Andi asked, hoping to keep Garett smiling because it was so nice to look at. Both siblings looked confused. "I mean, how did you get put in Slytherin?"

"Oh!" Loretta exclaimed, understanding. Her voice seemed far too high for her tiny body. "The headmaster…"

"Dumbledore," Andi supplied helpfully.

Loretta nodded. "Had us put on this hat and it shouted out Slytherin." She shrugged. "Is that what everyone does?"

"Yeah, though usually you have to go through this whole ceremony where you put on the hat in front of the entire school." Andi shivered, remembering her own sorting. Loretta laughed lightly, her merriment echoing through the hall like silver chimes.

"Oh, I could never do that." She whispered, looking around the hall with her dark eyes dancing playfully. The sky above them was clear and coated in stars, casting plenty of light on the tables in a stark manner, instead of the gentleness of the flickering candles.

"I wonder why they put you in Slytherin?" Andi mused aloud, staring at the the dark blue sky. Garett's expression darkened a bit, and Andi hastily continued in order to get his smile back. "I mean, they usually don't put such nice people in this House." She glared at the rest of her housemates. Emphasizing her point was the fight that had just broken out between Crabbe and some poor first year. Well, poor wasn't exactly the best description. Crabbe tried to stomp on him (apparently the first year had touched Malfoy's fork, and Crabbe hadn't approved), but his oppenent nimbly avoided the much bigger boy and bit him on the ear, sending Crabbe howling in pain. Andi turned back to her new housemates and raised an eyebrow.

"But you're here," Loretta pointed out with another smile. "So it can't be all that bad."

Andi turned bright red.

…Well, I caught a glimpse of Harry (probably because I was watching him the whole night) slipping off, so I'm sure he went to go talk to Dumbledore and the Ministry (and Mum) will be fine. So on to more important things. I have friends! I never had friends before, not since I came to Hogwarts. And then all of a sudden…do you ever get that feeling, where your heart is pounding so hard and you know your life will change forever, and you just can't wait for tomorrow? I just can't get over it all…I have friends! I'm still slightly anxious about tomorrow, though. After what Malfoy said, about the Ministry and the newspaper…but I have friends that can help me deal with whatever happens! I can't wait! I need to stop writing and go to sleep, because the sooner I go to sleep the sooner it will be tomorrow (and perhaps because Loretta just walked in and I can't let her know I write in a journal…how embarrassing…no offense, Chiasma).

-Camilla Alassandra (or Andi to my friends !!!!!)