Maisie White's Little Pink Book (aka my journal)

10 September 5:30 am Five bloody thirty?! Geez. I've had less than 5 hours of sleep and I have to bed up in 30 minutes for Quidditch practice.

5:35am Can't get back to sleep. Bloody merde!

5:39am Only 20 more minutes. Might as well get up now.

5:42am Oh but my bed is so much warmer than the freezing cold floor. I forgot how cold it gets in September. Especially in the mornings.

5:43am Warm comforters! *smile* Billy Weasly! *bigger smile*

6:17am What? Huh? What's going on? Oh. It's just Pierce. Damn morning practices. Obviously I fell back asleep for a while. And I was in the middle of a good dream too. *pout*

9:23am How embarrassing! Could I make a fool of myself anymore in front of Billy?! Three times in one day and it's only 9:30! I'm doomed for today. I didn't even realize it was possible to fall down a flight of stairs and stop everyone in their tracks. It only gets worse. I went to get a cup of coffee and it spilled everwhere. All over my outfit, my books and the floor. Then I fell asleep in Potions. That I blame that on Pierce. Mirh! Not a good day. At least Snape gave us an extra day for his essay. There's something to be grateful about.

12:07pm The day has just gotten better. Dumbledore announced that there would be a fall dance in 2 weeks. To celebrate the Fall Solstice. Very cool.

12:10pm Or not. Now I have to worry about a date. *sigh* Nothing can ever go right for me.

3:43pm So I finally finished my classes and came back to a note in the Ravenclaw Room saying that there's an additional practice at 5. Pierce, seriously, give it a rest. I wonder what'll happen if I don't go? It's not like they have another keeper.

5:27pm Damn. Pierce is furious with me. Oops. I kinda fell asleep while working on my DADA essay. You can definitely tell. The ink is all over my left cheek. Not a good day for me at all. Now I'm gonna have to run laps for Pierce because my not showing up caused practice to be canceled. Now most team members were happy about that, but not Pierce. He can be such a dictator some times.

8:39pm The ink still hasn't come off. Sure I could go to Madame Pomfrey and have her take it off in like 2 seconds, but going down there would be kinda embarrassing. It's almost gone.

10:05pm I'm done with my Potions essay! Time to celebrate by going to bed early. Pierce is coming to wake me up at 5:30, so I can be out on the field running by 6. Why do I put up with him? Oh yeah because without me the team would be slaughtered.