Renee Helmer's Little Black Book
(Otherwise Known as a Diary)


6 October

10:12 am

Madame Pomfrey said that it would probably be best if I stayed here one more day, but I can probably go back to Slytherin Tower tonight and go to classes tomorrow.

Poor Snapey. I'm sure he's immensely missing my presence right now.

Heh heh.

Of course I would probably be fine, I mean I feel a million times better. But we certainly wouldn't want to rush anything.

Though one can only take so much of listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtracks that said one's said friend let one borrow the day before, and this place is getting increasingly more boring. There must be something around here to entertain myself with.

I know! I'll see how many times today I can insert words from Moulin Rouge music into my diary entries. That'll liven things up.

It's so BORING!!!

One day I'll fly away... Leave all this to yesterday...

Teehee.

Oh? What is that I hear? Visitors?!

Come what may!!!!

Hel-lo! How much luckier could said one be? Do my eyes deceive me, or is it really Oliver Wood?

Oh yeah.

How wonderful life is now you're in the world.

I will love you till my dying day.

I-ee-I will always love you!

Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendoured thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!

I was made for lovin' you, Baby, you were made for lovin' me!

We should be lovers, and that's a fact!

A little excessive? I think not.

12 Noon

Mme. Pomfrey's going to try to force-feed me, I'm sure of it, but I'm so not hungry. would be a better word. Yes. I would rather sit here and wallow in my bed of misery than eat. So there!!!

Mm, that smells yummy.

No! I will be strong!

I'll just let it sit there and smell good. It will add to my misery. All is as it should be.

Oliver came in earlier (with more flowers and chocolate, I might add!) and had a with me because Laura and I are such good friends.

And then he went on and on about how much he really likes Laura, and how he really wished she could see beyond the whole professional Quidditch player thing and give him a chance.

And that's when he asked me:
You don't think you could put a few good words in for me, do you?

Why live life from dream to dream, and dread the day when dreaming ends?

I must have turned pale, or maybe a shade of green, because he immediately asked, You alright there, Renée? You don't look so good.

Inside my heart is breaking, my makeup may be flaking, but my smile still stays on.

I smiled. I... just feel a little sick. It might be best if you left for now.

He nodded. Sure. I'll be back later to see you though, okay? He turned to go, but
snapped back. Oh, and if you do see Laura, you'll talk to her for me...?

Of course.

The French are glad to die for love...

Mais oui, misère!

12:15 pm

But misery loves company, and I know that yummy smelling chicken would be quite miserable if I ate it.

1:00 pm

He hasn't come back to visit yet.

3:00 pm

Laura came by.

It's the Year of the Scavenger, Season of the Bitch....

I said, Oliver came to see me, isn't he such a nice guy?

There. I did it. I put forth the miserable effort.

4:00 pm

Still no Ollie.

5:00 pm

Nothing from Oliver, and Mme. Pomfrey's kicking me out, how sad is that?

8:30 pm

Crys was talking to me about how great my costume's looking, but I was too busy thinking about Oliver to listen. I swear, one of those painkillers had some serious depressant in it.

9:46 pm
I was told to go to bed early, so here we go.

10:15 pm

Ollie, get out of my head!

10:17 pm

 No, you can stay.

11:28 pm

 I can't keep these kind of nights up! I've got to talk to someone about this...

But who could I talk to that wouldn't laugh at me?

No one, so what's the point?

11:59 pm

 Why does my heart cry feelings I can't fight?