I'm at my wits end! Hermione invited Harry to the ball? That's just wrong. I am about to do something so shocking, that even I can't believe it will occur. See, possibly, if I kiss Hermione, maybe she'll see how horrible things have really gotten. I don't know-maybe I'm just jealous. The worst part is that, after last year, I was planning to ask her myself, and not just as a last resort.
Anyway, the American came today-how she got here, the world may never know. Her name is Desdemona and she will go into the forth year, but will be in fifth year classes (she's only fourteen). I simply cannot wait to see her sorted! I volunteered to show her around, but, Harry being so famous, it was he who got to. I haven't heard her talk yet, though; maybe she's mute, or is embarrassed about her accent. She read so many books about witchcraft that she was bound to pick some of it up. I heard that, when she was a child, she stumbled upon a magic library in her basement (A/N-like a character in Diane Duane's book SO YOU WANT TO BE A WIZARD-read it!). She is an excellent spell writer. Her hair was short, but it was a lovely pale brown color and her eyes were green as moss with a ring of golden flames surrounding a black pool into which one can stare yet never see the bottom. Maybe I'll write a poem. Hermione infected me too: I read a book, Page, and now, I always remember parts of it; I'm like Nealan of Queenscove-the admirer of beauties who isn't brave enough as to present them with the poems he writes. I think I'll reconsider my plan.
Anyway, the American came today-how she got here, the world may never know. Her name is Desdemona and she will go into the forth year, but will be in fifth year classes (she's only fourteen). I simply cannot wait to see her sorted! I volunteered to show her around, but, Harry being so famous, it was he who got to. I haven't heard her talk yet, though; maybe she's mute, or is embarrassed about her accent. She read so many books about witchcraft that she was bound to pick some of it up. I heard that, when she was a child, she stumbled upon a magic library in her basement (A/N-like a character in Diane Duane's book SO YOU WANT TO BE A WIZARD-read it!). She is an excellent spell writer. Her hair was short, but it was a lovely pale brown color and her eyes were green as moss with a ring of golden flames surrounding a black pool into which one can stare yet never see the bottom. Maybe I'll write a poem. Hermione infected me too: I read a book, Page, and now, I always remember parts of it; I'm like Nealan of Queenscove-the admirer of beauties who isn't brave enough as to present them with the poems he writes. I think I'll reconsider my plan.
