REALITY BITES; Chapter 3
by AuthorByNight and Ginny :)
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Ginny :) & AuthorByNight
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September 21st
3;30PM
I swear, whoever invented Arithmancy WILL DIE. Horribly. Not forgetting slowly, painfully and very, very nastily, with a book on Pythagoras' Theorem shoved down their throat, amongst other things. Mwahahahahahaaaa....
I have a theory that, in private, the Slytherins practice doing maniacal laughter. It would explain a lot. I spent half of Lunch Hour arguing with Draco 'Jim Cute But Dim' Malfoy.
"Look, I really don't give a toss if your broomstick is a Nimbus 2002 or a just a piece of old wood from the Forbidden Forest. Weather I have one of my own or not is irrelevant. I just want to get past you and your moronic cronies, and have my dinner."
"Don't get rude with me, Nicholson--"
"Then let me past! It's not rocket science!" Idiot.
He stuck his chin out, and tried to look at me imperiously over his nose, only he's shorter then me, so it looked pretty funny. "Listen, Nicholson, I know spells that could make your stomach tie itself in a knot. I know spells that could make your skin creep-- literally. I know spells that could kill you if you took one more breath, you filthy Mudblood, so just you mind how you treat me and my friends." And he was off, into that creepy laughter, like the evil bad guys always do in films. Good grief.
"Oh, shut up you tedious git." That kind of laughter takes probably practice, which, if you want my opinion, is plain disturbing. I pushed past him and those two trolls he hangs around with, who just looked at each other. Like rocks. Or something. Anyway, they didn't do anything. They probably weren't used to people pushing past them, but as it is, I'm used to the Bummer Twins, so these two were practically a walkover, since they had even less brains. Which is surprising, really, as I didn't think that was possible.
On the down side, this means that I now have no other excuses to procrastinate my homework. Fantastimondo! I wish they had TV here. Or even radio would be a start. My discman is refusing to work, even when I put new batteries in it, and when I complained, Cho just told me it wouldn't work at all in this place.
Maybe this place isn't so brill after all.
4PM
I miss Robbie. I've been too busy lately to think about anything but my new school and everything, but I do miss him. I miss his cute floppy hair and deep eyes and strong hands, and the way his mouth turns up at the corners when he laughs.
And I think I'm getting snog withdrawl.
I never thought I'd say this, but I miss Jas too. No connection to the snog withdrawl thing.
5;30PM
I wonder what's happening in Eastenders?
5;35PM
Probably just another sex scandal. Oh well.
9PM
I have just had the fright of my life!!!
I'd gone for a walk around the castle, life being the incredibly boring thing it is, and hung out with Ginny and Clarisse for awhile, before returning to the dorm. When I banged on the door, this green- faced monster wrenched it open!
"What?" said the monster.
It was Parvati in a face mask, purple dressing gown, and hair curlers, which is scary enough in its own way, when you think about it.
Actually, I've been talking to the two of them, and they're not so bad. Lavinder has about as much common sense as a bucket of cheese, and Parvati giggles every 20 seconds or so-- maybe there's a timer in her head that goes 19... 20... giggle... 1... 2... ?-- but they're all right in their own way.
I had to explain the whole Why I Am At Hogwarts thing to them again. I should write it down, like a book or something, then when people say "Hey, who are you? You weren't hear last year, and I swear you can't be a first year!" I can just give them my book, and, erm... they can read it. Lucky them.
Oh, got to go, Lavinder just asked if I'd like to help them do makeovers on each other. I have just the fabbest thing to do with her hair!
10PM
Lavender is no longer speaking to me or Parvati. I tried to put her hair up in lots of cute little bunches, only the brush got stuck in her hair, and when Parvati tried to help, by charming the brush out, a whole hunk of Lavender's hair came out! Oops. So, we're both being ignored.
10;15PM
God, she's stubborn.
10;19
I mean, it's not like it won't grow back.
10;25
And even if it doesn't, she could get a wig.
10;30
Clarisse has come upstairs, apparently having finished playing Chess or whatever needy game it was, and just gone straight to bed. I'm so bored. Lavender and Parvati are also asleep. Hermione is probably still downstairs, and even more probably doing homework.
10;40
Or maybe she's getting up to 'something' with Harry and/ or Ron?
11;15PM
Nah.
12 MIDNIGHT
Has anyone told Lavender that she sounds like she saws logs in her sleep?
I'm going to try and get to sleep by counting sheep. I keep thinking of Robbie, though. Most girls don't have to worry about their boyfriends when they go away! But Robbie's different to other guys. For a start, he's cuter, and, he can dance like anything. I should keep him on a string. Also, unlike Jool's boyfriend, he doesn't talk about porno- cards in front of his beloved.
Heck, I'm just going back to counting sheep.
September 22nd
9AM
God I'm tired! I'd just got to sleep, when Hermione came bustling through the door waking me up again! I had a grand total of about three hours last night. Urgh. I may have to kill her.
10 PM
All right, that's it! Hermione Helenor Granger really needs to
get her stupid act together.
Today in the common room, Hermie-one-kenobe came along as Harry
and I were talking innocently. We haven't really talked since
the train incident. (Well, actually I was asking what the DaDA
homework was) and she comes along, interrupts him, and is all
"Harry, have you seen my 'O.W.Ls For Talented Students' book?
I think Ron hid it. If he did, he'll be sorry."
"It's probably in the library." I remarked. Hermione
glared, and Harry shook his head at me as if to say "that
wasn't smart." OK, so he was right. But still...
"What do you mean by that?" She spat. I mean it- I half
expected something to come out of her mouth.
"I mean it's in the library! That's practically your
second home." I noticed a few people looking.
Hermione said frostily (I swear the girl was an ice cube in another
life), "Well, Georgia, at least I do my homework,
and know better than to ask how to make love potions." I
heard a few giggles. I felt my face turn red.
Hermione turned to Harry. "Are you letting her copy your
homework?"
"Yeah." I said. "So?"
"Well, maybe you could actually DO it. Or at least write
it down! How did you last at your old school?"
I lost my rag. "You know what, Hermione? You need to shut
up and stop bossing people around!" She looked furious, and
started to say something, but I cut her off. "Yes, that's
right, I said shut up! Can you believe it? The worst word
anybody could possibly say! Hah! Honestly, you're so perfect,
it's sick. You make me sick!"
"Whoa..." I heard someone say, and some other people
started tittering.
Hermione said, trying to keep her voice calm, "There's no
such thing as 'too perfect'. Besides, it's-"
"You know what, Hermione? I don't care! I'm sick of how you've
been nagging not just me all year, but your own friends. You think
nobody can top you in anything, that you're just the best thing
God ever created, and its some kind of offence if anyone dares
to disagree!" I was shocked with myself- I usually don't
talk like that. I just cuss and leave.
Hermione's mouth dropped open. Ginny was staring wide-eyed, and
I saw Parvati give me the thumbs-up sign-- really surprising considering
we haven't been talking.
Harry just looked like half of him wanted to cuss me out, the
other half wanted to burst out laughing. I saw Ron, who'd just
entered, staring from me to Hermione and back.
Hermione's face turned from pink to red to pale to pink. She trembled,
and just gasped, "Shut up, Nicholson." She ran off.
I think she was crying. I have to admit, I did feel bad. Ginny
reluctantly, after looking at me, ran after her, along with Ron
and Harry.
As soon as they'd all left, everyone started clapping and cheering.
Three kids, two twins (I think Ron's brothers) and a kid with
dreadlocks (Lee or something) started cheering "Georgia!
Georgia! Georgia! GEORGIA! GEORGIA!" Very loud. I smiled.
Now everyone knows me.
11PM
But I still feel bad. Hermione won't even look at me.
Can't say I blame her.
MIDNIGHT
Why do I have to be a horrible person?
More to the point, why do I care?! I don't even like the girl! She has Nora Batty tights and stupid braces. Not to mention an attitude problem!
12;20PM
I really do still fell bad. But I'm not going to apologise.
September 23rd, 1: AM
Oh my gosh!!!!!!
I can't believe what I heard! I thought I was hearing things,
I swear!
I left this in the Common Room, so at Midnight, I went back to
get it so nobody (like Hermione) would read anything.
Well, as I got the diary, I saw Hermione with Ron and Harry. I
did NOT want to see Hermione, so I hid behind a table.
"Hermione, go back to your dorm, who cares if Georgia's there!"
said Harry's voice.
"I don't want her to boast about how she made me cry-- which
of course she didn't." Hermione snapped.
Ron said very quickly "Hey, Harry, have you heard from Sirius?"
I frowned. Where had I heard the name? Sirius... who famous has
a name like that? Hay! Wasn't that the name of some prison escapee
that's still on the news here and then?! It couldn't be... Harry
doesn't strike me as the type to get mixed up with murderers.
Well, not unless they're after him, which it seems a lot of them
are.
"Shh! Ron! Someone could hear!" Hermione scolded.
"Nobody's down here, Hermione."
"Well, could you at least keep quiet when people ARE around?
If anyone got wind we were in contact with a convicted murder..."
They WHAT?! I squealed and dropped my book. Buggerbuggerbugger...
Harry said "Shh! Did you hear something?"
"I think it was probably just Neville snoring." Ron
remarked. Then he said
"Ouch!" And I had a feeling Hermione had kicked him
or something.
Then I realised. A convicted murder... not good. I mean, I'd probably
take to socialising with Herr Kraymer before I helped a convicted
murderer! But don't quote me on that.
Anyway... maybe I had misunderstood.
Then I remembered Ginny even saying they'd acted weird.
"I definitely heard something too. Whose there?" Hermione
said, louder. I felt nervous. What if they were in league with
him? They could kill me- I did hear quite a bit. Of course, he
could also be blackmailing them. More likely- Hermione wouldn't
murder someone, as it would be bound to get her disqualified from
school. Or would she..?
Ron said "Guys, it's okay. You're just freaking out."
"So, it's cool that Lupin's back, isn't it?" Harry said,
obviously changing the subject.
I managed to sneak away, and I don't think they heard me. I crept
into my room.
So.. it seems perfect Hermione is in a bit of a mess here. Ha!
1: 13
Just realised. If she IS involved with this Sirius person... could
she have him murder me?
But why would Harry be in league with a murder? He should be against
them...
That's it! Its probably a horrible threat to Harry or something.
Why else would he be at Hogwarts before everyone if he wasn't
a Prefect? He probably somehow got someone to let him there.
So, either their being blackmailed, or they are in league.
Should I tell someone, in case they try and kill someone? But
who'd believe
me?
I got a letter from Jas, by the way. It said:
Dear Gee-Gee,
Wow, this is so fab! How can Owls come from place to place with
letters? I asked Tom, and he said they can't, and he knows all
about stuff- well, fruit- but wouldn't he also know about Animals?
But don't worry, he has no clue about you being at whatever that
place is called. I've told everyone I forget the name, but its
in Scotland. So, do you know any spells?
Well, I have to go, Tom's coming in two hours. Ta ta!
Jas
P.S. Here are some other notes
Georgia,
Is Jas telling the truth? She says your school only accepts letters
from parents and family. Odd. Anyway, waz up? We miss you down
here- especially Robbie and Jas.
Wet Lindsay actually asked him out- again- and he said he has you. Even though you're in Scotland!
Well, we have to go. Tata, girl!
Jools, Ellen and Rosie
P.S. What's your school called?
Awww, Robbie misses me! I miss him too. And he turned down Wet Lindsay because he likes ME! Hah! Yes! EVEN THOUGH I'M IN SCOTLAND! How fab is that???? Marvy fabulosoble, that's how fab it is! No-- wait! It's EVEN FABBER THEN THAT! It's-- oh, shut up, brain, shut up!!!
I opened his letter with my heart skipping:
Georgia,
Hi sweetheart. --Sweetheart!-- I miss you like crazy. I
hope you know we're still going out, and that I always will love
you. I hope you come back for Christmas- can't wait!
Robbie
Very short, but sweet. And they'd all inclosed photographs.
There is one of Robbie with his guitar. Ohh, he is sooo CUTE!!!
2AM
Writing that made me forget what I overheard.
What should I do??
2: 30 AM
Would they hex me if I told?
2:31 AM
Would this SIRIUS person curse me?
2:33
Siriusly confusing. Hahahahahahahaha! I'm so funny, I amaze
myself. Maybe I should be one of those people you see in night
clubs, you know, they get up and they talk and everyone laughs?
3AM
... or not...
11: AM
Saw Draco Malfoy; He said to me "I wasn't joking the other
day, you know." And walked off.
12; Noon
Freak.
1: PM
Clarisse just asked me "Hey, where were you last night? I
woke up early and you were gone."
I saw Ron, Harry and Hermione look at me very suddenly; Probably
wondering if I hadn't heard their little talk. Well, I wasn't
about to let them know I knew.
"Oh, I was going to the bog." I said. "I came right
back though." I noticed Hermione looking at me very suspiciously.
"Really?" She said. "Its an odd time.. are you
sure?"
"I should know, I was there! In fact, I'm perfectly sirius
!" I blurted out. Hermione looked even more suspicious,
and she had this look on her face, the look teachers get when
you give a very lame excuse for something. The "I-very-much-doubt-it."
look. Like the time I told McGonagall that Parvati's owl ate my
textbook (Which technically was a lie, but she didn't KNOW that!
It could have done!). But she also suddenly looked nervous
or tense or something. "Well, umm... I have to go and see...
er... a Professor...about... something..." She walked off,
quickly.
" Hermione, wait! I mean, I have to go and see Lupin!"
Harry said, and he and Ron followed. I couldn't help thinking
it was on purpose.
Clarisse looked puzzled. "What was she so worried about?
Was she hiding something?"
I shrugged. "Probably. Who knows?"
Even though I know perfectly well what- okay, I don't, know anything
much, but I have a feeling!
6PM
Thank God lessons are over. Hermione, Harry and Ron keep giving my funny looks [funnier then normal, I mean]. What is their problem?!
OK, so I do know what their problem is, but they don't have to keep looking at me. It's unnerving. But still better then playing chess with Ginny, who is the worst loser ever, for the simple reason that she never actually loses, which has to be bad for a person. Does that make sense? Who cares? I'm cold and I have an essay to do on The Invention Of Muggle Television And Its Place In Society for Muggle Studies, which is by far the easiest class I have ever taken. Literally, it's like writing my life story or something.
10Pm
I'm still cold. These wizards can't be that great, they haven't discovered central heating yet. Or telly! I mean, It's just not fair. I'm missing 'Backadder Goes Forth' tonight and I am going to make sure everyone knows it by acting as if I am in a bad mood. Which I am.
10;30PM
Clarisse yelled at me for being a miserable little git. Fine. I can be miserable if I like. I'm feeling pissed off. And now I'm going to sleep.
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