Reality Bites!
By Ginny Ha-ha and AuthorByNight.
SEPTERMBER 23rd
10:05 AM
Clarisse apologized at breakfast for getting angry. Whatever. I said it was
okay, but frankly, I wasn't too upset anyway. I can survive.
I'd ask Hermione how she manages with, well, her '"life'"[note quote marks], but
A) We're not talking- never were, really, thank God. And
B) She'd probably get cross too, and lecture me. Joy.
At least it's Saturday; No classes. Woo-hoo! Freedom rules supreme!
September 25th
8:03 PM
I hate Hermione. More then usual, I mean.
She was scolding me again, this time because Jas said she'd nearly slipped to Tom about me being a witch in her letter. What was Hermione doing reading my letters anyway? I mean, what do I have to do for privacy round here?! Write DO NOT TOUCH ON PAIN OF DEATH BY SCREWTS on everything I own?! Make everyone who touches my stuff be cursed with bad wind?! WHAT?!?!?!
Well, anyway, Hermione got all mad. I just informed her pleasantly, "Jas DOES that. It's a 'Jas Thing'."
"Then why'd you tell her?"
Argh!! It's like talking to a brick wall!!
I hate how Hermione's always lecturing me; I hate how the school is never heated; I hate Minerva McGonagall- why the heck do we even call them Professors? More like Drill Sergeants.
[Why yes, Sherlock, I am in a bad mood.]
Ginny's mad at me for criticising the school, Hermione's mad at me because that's her vocation in life, and Clarisse said that she had to admit they both have a point. Typical.
Quelle est ce point?!?!
Now I have detention with that giant guy, Heggard or something, and I'm supposed to be changing my table into a turtle, (this is Transfiguration). Why, I do not know. When will I ever need to turn my table into a turtle? EVER? When Robbie's a famous pop star, and I'm a famous pop star's famous girlfriend, I won't NEED to turn tables into aquatic animals, for goodness' sake!!!
I think I might just LEAVE. Who cares about being a
Witch anyway? I'm worse at Potions than Neville Longbottom, and believe me,
no-one wants that.
December 10th
well, finally! I thought I'd NEVER get it back. Professor McGonagall saw me
writing here, took 20 points off of Gryffindor, and said she'd have to
keep my diary because not only was I writing in it during class, but it
contained "abusive language, especially in regards to Hogwarts, and
inappropriate material." Good grief.
Professor Lupin convinced her to give it back,
calling it "normal teenage frustrations." Whatever that means. I
didn't know whether to hug him, yell at him, or tell him he was in the wrong
profession; he should be a psychiatrist. I just said "thanks".
Going home for Christmas in a few days- the 19th. Yay. Can't wait to see
Robbie!!!! And I suppose it will be nice to see the Ace Crew again...
December 11th
I wrote this in class with Clarisse, instead of
writing about, oh, vampires or something. I wrote the list, and she added in
comments and stuff.
Georgia's Guy Ratings (at Hogwarts):
Draco Malfoy- Very cute, but a freak. I could see him following that guy... oh,
his name... Mouldy-wart, or something? Voldemort.
And Malfoy looks like an albino. Plus he hates you.
Neville Longbottom- No way.
He's nice, I suppose, but doesn't strike me as "hot" or
"cute" or anything... well,
good! I would have had to kill you if you fancied Neville. Cheers,
Clarisse. No probs, mate.
Ron Weasley- Kind of cute. But I think Hermione likes him, sadly. Besides, he's
not my type. And I'm still sure he's associated with a convicted criminal... You have a warped imagination. And cute? I
don't see it. What? How can you say Ron ain't kind of cute? Georgia...
You're scaring me.
Harry Potter- Cute, but friends with Hermione. Major drawback! Although he's
good at sports, which is cool. You
really don't like that girl, do you? Nope. But what do you think of
Harry? Just because he's good at
Quidditch doesn't make him cute. It certainly helps. Guys who
are good at sports are usually well fit. I could make a really crass comment
about him being good with a broomstick, but I won't. Hahahaha!
Fred Weasley- Not so bad. Probably a good snogger. Hahahaha...NO.
George Weasley- same as above, for obvious reasons. See above.
Professor Lupin- Weird; Ginny told me he's a Werewolf. But he's kind of cool. You have some taste then. Cheers,
Clarisse. Well, he is kind of
yummy. I see your point.
Colin Creevey- Werid; Follows Harry whenever he can. A bit of a pain, really. And
a major prat. What is he even DOING on this list, Georgia?! Don't ask.
Then Lupin came wandering round, and we had to stop having fun. Ah well...
5PM
Wait a minute. Did McGonagall READ this? If she did, she saw about
Sirius. Good grief. I'll get into trouble [again] for not
informing a teacher, and probably be murdered too.
5; 15PM
Oh well.
December 12th
5:00 PM
Made up with Ginny; she and I were talking about guys. It turns out she used to
have a crush on none other than HARRY!!! I can see her logic. Ho hum. She
says she's over him now.
I asked her if she'd actually dated before. She said her only real date was with Neville Longbottom during some dance for some tournament last year. They still talk, but they don't go out.
Neville and Ginny.
Good grief.
I mean, can you imagine it? Pretty funny. Hehehehe.
8:00 PM
Talked to Cho again; she really isn't that bad. We had a snowball fight
outside, which I suppose is slightly immature, but it was fun! This girl named
Lisa Turpin joined in. She's in Cho's House.
It's weird. I haven't done that for years, but it was fabby dabby fun fun fun!!!!
Maybe Hogwarts isn't so bad!!!!
I just wish Robbie was here. No-one here is even half
way as cute... not anyone!
DECEMBER 14th
2 AM
I am exhausted.
I wrote a note to Clarrise during History of Magic; Binns saw it, and I had to
stay after class and write 20 reasons not to pass notes in class.
My hand is killing me.
Is this a school or a torture chamber?
DECEMBER 15th
At breakfast this morning, Dumbledore said that everyone in 3rd year and over can go to some place called Hogsmeade tomorrow night. I'm in 5th year... I had no idea where or what Hogsmeade is, so I asked Cho.
"Oh, it's just this little village, nearby. You'll like it."
"I don't suppose there's a disco or anything there?"
Cho laughed, "Not likely! It's an old wizarding village... the only entirely magic settlement left in Scotland-- maybe Britain, too."
Apparently, it's this really ancient place full of history and stuff. So, no good discos. Typical.
On the other hand, if there are any halfway decent shops there, I can buy prezzies for everyone! Well... obviously only them that knows about me being a witch, obviously.
I am going home for the Christmas hols. I can't wait! We leave on the 20th... Cho's staying at Hogwarts, for reasons only known to herself, but Clarisse, and Ginny and her brothers, are all going back to... to wherever it is they came from. Ginny comes from Ottery St. Catchpole. I think that's in Cornwall... or maybe Devon. I stayed in Ottery St. Mary is Devon, once.
Who cares anyway?
I have no idea where Clarisse is from, but she talks like a Geordie sometimes, so maybe she's from Newcastle.
We studied a book set in Newcastle when I was in Primary school. Called Geordie Racers. It was pretty naff, about a bloke who trained pigeons. Intellectually challenging or what!
DECEMBER 16th
10AM
I wonder where Angus is. I haven't seen him since about 11; 30PM last night... oh well, he's probably off, chasing dormice and doing other cool catty things. He likes the gnomes that live in Hogwart's grounds. I'd feel sorry for them if they weren't so damned annoying.
I'm going to go and look for him.
12 noon
Still no sign of Angus! I hope he's OK. It's unusual for him not to come in for a bit of breakfast leftovers. The poor little fuzz ball will be hungry...
"What do you mean, poor little fuzz ball?" Hermione mocked, "That thing's a bloody demon! Look, what it did to my tights!" They were all laddered. But so what? He was only playing.
"Well, he did that ages ago, when he was young and naive..." I pointed out, soulfully.
"It was last Thursday!"
Details, details... anyway, if he's not back by 7PM tonight, I'll search for him in this villagey place. Hogsmeade. Whatever.
10PM
Got back from Hogsmeade! It's pretty cool... but I didn't get any presents, because I was looking for Angus. Where can the poor little beggar be???? I miss him. He's only been gone about 24 hours, and I want him back!!! Please God, I'll believe in you forever if Angus comes back!!!!
10; 30PM
So much for religion.
11PM
I am in DEEP TROUBLE. I went upstairs to get some stuff out of my bag, when I heard someone bellowing and yelling really loudly.
I ignored them, as is only natural.
But then McGonagall comes raving up the stairs, yelling her head off. Not to mention using very uncouth language about ANGUS. This will probably rub off on someone as impressionable as me.
I didn't know he would get into Professor McGonagall's office, and lodge himself on the shelf above the door, waiting for a victim to enter. I didn't know that McGonagall would be that victim, and when I heard her cursing, at first, I just assumed he was in a bad mood. How was I to know?! She says that if I don't keep Angus under control, she will have to go. Why can't she go instead? Or am I being unreasonable? Fermez la bouche, Mme McGonagall, and I only hope you don't speak French.
Still, all's well that ends well, and I got my darling little kitty cat back!
DECEMBER 17TH
6PM
I never realised till today exactly how weird that Parvati Patil was. Angus had left her a present in her bag, and all she said was "Look, Georgia, no offence, but as much as I relish belong left dead birds in my satchel, couldn't you kinda get that cat to leave them somewhere else? And have you seen my lipstick? I think Angus may have eaten it."
Then she picked up the dead bird and threw it out the window! I expect Angus did eat her lipstick, come to that. It wouldn't be the first time. She oughtn't to have left it lying around.
Well, anyway, I'm bored and I'm tired and I'm going to have a bath. I have some cool bath bombs left that I bought from home. Fabby fab fabbity fab!!!!
8PM
Well, so much for my nice, relaxing 'bath'!!!!
First off, some boy had been in there before me, and so the whole place smelt of some kind of boy's aftershave stuff, which made me smell like a bloke, so I put in a load of my girly Fruits of the Forest body scrub. So now I smell a weird mix of the two.
I smell like a bi-sexual!!!!
Good grief.
Also, it gets worse. when I was in the bath, I decided to see what would happen if I broke of a bit of bath bomb, and put it in my belly button. I don't know why, I just felt like it!
My advice to you now is; don't. Don't ever do that. Really! Now I have a belly button full of scented bicarbonate of soda, or whatever powder they make those things out of.
I really don't know why I bother.
9; 30 PM
Lavender just came in. She gave me a really weird look, and said "Something smells funny in here, doesn't it, Georgia?"
This smell had better have worn off by morning! I don't want the whole of the school giving me funny looks, thank you very much.
I'm going to bed now. This place is irritating me. I want to go back to my house. Then I can stop missing Robbie. Of course, it's not like he'd go off with Wet Lindsay or any of them lot, but that doesn't mean I don't miss him! None of the Hogwarts boys are that cute or that cool… sigh…
On the plus side, we get to go home on the 20th… 3 more days… Yay!!!!
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~ Ginny Ha-ha and Author By Night ~
