A.N Here I am once more. After a verrrry long hiatus. I am so very sorry. I fell out of writing this diary thing. It felt like a burden. But now it's a burden that I will willingly write for you. Provided I get reviews. Actually, with or without reviews. But, reviews help me review (no pun intended) my work and make changes for the better.
DISCLAIMER: Duh.
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August 8th
8 p.m.
Had to help Mrs. Weasley with dinner. I'm back to finish telling you what happened.
After disentangling ourselves out of a mess of limbs, Mr. Weasley chatted with a wizard named Basil, who was in charge of the portkeys. Basil alerted us that our camp was a quarter of a mile's walk (MORE walking!?) and that we should look for Mr. Roberts.
We set off into the mist. The scene would have been perfect if there had been horses and knights with swords and shields preparing for battle. For some odd reason, it reminds me of the Mists of Avalon. Forgive me.
We left the Diggorys twenty minutes later. I was quite sad to find that I would be catching my last looks at Cedric, but I cheered myself up with the fact that I have Harry and Ron with me. Which really did cheer me up.
Now what happened when we met Mr. Roberts was quite amusing. A tad sad though. The camp site manager person happened to be a Muggle. Poor Mr. Weasley. He had to drag Harry off to the side to ask him to help with money. I knew this especially because it was Harry's turn to be stared at by me. I doubt he realised this.
This was most funny:
Mr. Roberts: You foreign?
Mr. Weasley: Foreign?
Mr. Roberts: You're not the first one who's had trouble with money. I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago.
Mr. Weasley: Did you really?
Mr. R: Never been this crowded. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up...
Mr. W: Is that right?
Mr. R: Aye. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho.
Mr. W: Shouldn't he?
Mr. R: It's like some sort of...I dunno...like some sort of rally. They all seem to know each other. Like a big party.
(This is when a wizard apparated into view)
Wizard: Obliviate!
(Mr. Roberts falls to the ground)
Wasn't that amusing? I actually thought it was funny, but mantained a serious face because, after all, this was a very serious matter.
Mr. Roberts returned to normal and handed us a map. We walked over to our campsite. It was still rather chilly. Brrr....
Some of the wizards and witches were not exactly worried about suspicious Muggles. I mean, they performed magic in the open and there were some children with toy broomsticks. Some of the tents were amazing! My uncle is something of a camping fanatic, but these tents put his to shame. Massive tents, with all the ammentities of home.
Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic about the whole thing. Especially building the tents. Harry and I had to help him. Poor Mr. Weasley got a little too excited while using the mallet.
After the tents were set up (one large tent for the boys, and one smaller one for me and Ginny), Ron, Harry, and I were sent to get some water.
At the line for water there was old wizard who was not dressed appropriately for the male sex. He was in a woman's night gown! I had to step out of the line for a little to compose myself.
On our way back to the camp, carrying the heavy water (somehow I ended up carrying a little less..Perhaps the boys thought that I was not that strong? Oh well, their thoughtfulness is appreciated. Though being male doesn't automatically make them better, even though I am in love with them.), we had to stop and chat with Oliver Wood, who may I say, is not too hard on the eyes. I have the cosmic horn badly....
Anyway, Oliver told us that he had been signed onto the Puddlemere United reserve team. I, of course, made sure I said something.
"Congratulations, Oliver! I can't think of a wizard who deserves it more than you!" I said.
Oliver smiled that big ol' happy smile of his and thanked me, telling me that I was too kind. Sigh, melt, melt. Harry and Ron were both looking at me strangely. I think they think somethings up.
"Hermione, what was with that 'I can't think of a wizard who deserves it more than you, now kiss me!' speech?" Ron asked, giving me the suspicious eye.
"Yeah, Hermione, that's so unlike you," said Harry, setting the water down.
"Well, I, uh, well, I thought it was something nice to say. I did not say anything about kissing!" I shrieked.
"Your tone was implying it," Ron snarled.
"My tone? My TONE? Who's got the tone now, Mr. Weasley?" I know, I know. I push him to the limits. Often I do it to make myself feel better. I am a bad girl. Bad, bad, bad girl.
"Guys, stop it. Hermione was simply congratulating and complimenting Wood, so let's leave it at that." Ah, Harry, always the peacemaker. That's why I love you.
We stopped at Ernier Macmillan's tent for a chat. Things were beginning to look up until we stumbled upon Cho Chang, who smiled and waved at Harry. Harry spilled water all over his front while waving back to her. I glared at Cho. Ron didn't notice anything.
May I say that Mr. Weasley has too much fun with matches? He loves matches....Hopefully Ron won't turn out to be like that....
Oh, I must leave you once more. Ginny wants to talk...
~Hermione
9:30 p.m.
It's sickening that Ginny likes Harry that much. Gag, gag, gag, gag, gag, GAAAG. There.
I'm really getting tired so I hope you don't mind if I take this rather quickly.
Before the game we bought souveniers. Harry bought a pair of omnioculars for each of the three of us, which was very sweet of him. I bought the programs. Ron also purchased a small figurine of Viktor Krum which walks around and looks surly. Ron says he's a genius. The only thought I had was that we would see....
I am not a professional Quidditch player, or even a Quidditch player to begin with so I cannot explain in great detail the beauty of the match. Ireland won against Bulgaria.
Both teams had a native animal represent them. Ireland had leprechauns, while Bulgaria had veela. Apparently, veela are very beautiful women who dance around. I didn't think they were very special. But the boys did. In fact, Harry went so far as to step up to the balcony and he looked like he were going to jump! I pulled him back of course.
Now, Viktor Krum is not a very beautiful man. In fact, he is not beautiful at all. But, he makes up for that with Quidditch skills and bravery. I have never seen a man (or women, or hybrid) fly like that. Not even Harry. And I love Harry.
He was so graceful and brave. Well, graceful at least on a broomstick. He was rather duck-footed on the ground. Oh, well, no one's perfect. As he and the rest of his team were shaking hands with the ministers he took a look right in my direction. I mean, he looked right at me! And smiled! I smiled back of course. What girl could not? I mean, yes, he was all bloody from breaking his nose and yes, he is not very beautiful, but STILL!
He, sadly, had to leave to go get cleaned up. He was a bloody mess, after all. I think he got some on Fudge's shoe because I saw our lovely Minister wiping his shoe and muttering to himself.
We returned to the tent after the game. I was so exhausted, which actually reminds me of the way I feel right now. I must leave thee in suspense. I shall tell the rest tomorrow once I am refreshed. Hopefully.
~Hermione
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Thanks to:
Reader: Yeah, I know its OOC, but it's still fun!
Shelly Salmalin: Thanks!
GrYfFcHiK: Thank yoU! Ditz Hermione! Muahahahahha!!
Mrs.Sirius Orion Black: Oh I know! So loong. I love Dancing in My Nuddypants. I love them all! Funny! "The Sex God landed at my door. I was wearing my Teletubby pajamas. He said, 'Hi.' I said, 'Hhhhnnnngggghhhh.'"
Gwen Potter: That makes sense for people to be like that. That's how I imagine Hermione. Like she's gotten older and thinks girlishly, but is afraid to show it.
E: Thanks! Yay! I'm a kid! Woo!
usha88: Thanks ever so!
ThePopGurlz: CooL! Matching personalities!
FawkesnFlame and Moony: I'm working on it!!
PottersGirl: Thank you so much! I was hoping to include much snogging! Go snogging! *cheerleaders appear* *cheerleaders yell: give me an S! gimme a N! gimme an O! gimme a G! Gimme a G! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! Gimme a G! What's that spell? SNOGGING!*
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I just finished Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants, so I am back with vengeance. GO DAVE THE LAUGH!! Ahahahahaha.. I like Robbie too. He's so sweet. But, Dave is so...naughty...and funny.
REVIEW!!!
Queen of Fluff
DISCLAIMER: Duh.
****
August 8th
8 p.m.
Had to help Mrs. Weasley with dinner. I'm back to finish telling you what happened.
After disentangling ourselves out of a mess of limbs, Mr. Weasley chatted with a wizard named Basil, who was in charge of the portkeys. Basil alerted us that our camp was a quarter of a mile's walk (MORE walking!?) and that we should look for Mr. Roberts.
We set off into the mist. The scene would have been perfect if there had been horses and knights with swords and shields preparing for battle. For some odd reason, it reminds me of the Mists of Avalon. Forgive me.
We left the Diggorys twenty minutes later. I was quite sad to find that I would be catching my last looks at Cedric, but I cheered myself up with the fact that I have Harry and Ron with me. Which really did cheer me up.
Now what happened when we met Mr. Roberts was quite amusing. A tad sad though. The camp site manager person happened to be a Muggle. Poor Mr. Weasley. He had to drag Harry off to the side to ask him to help with money. I knew this especially because it was Harry's turn to be stared at by me. I doubt he realised this.
This was most funny:
Mr. Roberts: You foreign?
Mr. Weasley: Foreign?
Mr. Roberts: You're not the first one who's had trouble with money. I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago.
Mr. Weasley: Did you really?
Mr. R: Never been this crowded. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up...
Mr. W: Is that right?
Mr. R: Aye. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho.
Mr. W: Shouldn't he?
Mr. R: It's like some sort of...I dunno...like some sort of rally. They all seem to know each other. Like a big party.
(This is when a wizard apparated into view)
Wizard: Obliviate!
(Mr. Roberts falls to the ground)
Wasn't that amusing? I actually thought it was funny, but mantained a serious face because, after all, this was a very serious matter.
Mr. Roberts returned to normal and handed us a map. We walked over to our campsite. It was still rather chilly. Brrr....
Some of the wizards and witches were not exactly worried about suspicious Muggles. I mean, they performed magic in the open and there were some children with toy broomsticks. Some of the tents were amazing! My uncle is something of a camping fanatic, but these tents put his to shame. Massive tents, with all the ammentities of home.
Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic about the whole thing. Especially building the tents. Harry and I had to help him. Poor Mr. Weasley got a little too excited while using the mallet.
After the tents were set up (one large tent for the boys, and one smaller one for me and Ginny), Ron, Harry, and I were sent to get some water.
At the line for water there was old wizard who was not dressed appropriately for the male sex. He was in a woman's night gown! I had to step out of the line for a little to compose myself.
On our way back to the camp, carrying the heavy water (somehow I ended up carrying a little less..Perhaps the boys thought that I was not that strong? Oh well, their thoughtfulness is appreciated. Though being male doesn't automatically make them better, even though I am in love with them.), we had to stop and chat with Oliver Wood, who may I say, is not too hard on the eyes. I have the cosmic horn badly....
Anyway, Oliver told us that he had been signed onto the Puddlemere United reserve team. I, of course, made sure I said something.
"Congratulations, Oliver! I can't think of a wizard who deserves it more than you!" I said.
Oliver smiled that big ol' happy smile of his and thanked me, telling me that I was too kind. Sigh, melt, melt. Harry and Ron were both looking at me strangely. I think they think somethings up.
"Hermione, what was with that 'I can't think of a wizard who deserves it more than you, now kiss me!' speech?" Ron asked, giving me the suspicious eye.
"Yeah, Hermione, that's so unlike you," said Harry, setting the water down.
"Well, I, uh, well, I thought it was something nice to say. I did not say anything about kissing!" I shrieked.
"Your tone was implying it," Ron snarled.
"My tone? My TONE? Who's got the tone now, Mr. Weasley?" I know, I know. I push him to the limits. Often I do it to make myself feel better. I am a bad girl. Bad, bad, bad girl.
"Guys, stop it. Hermione was simply congratulating and complimenting Wood, so let's leave it at that." Ah, Harry, always the peacemaker. That's why I love you.
We stopped at Ernier Macmillan's tent for a chat. Things were beginning to look up until we stumbled upon Cho Chang, who smiled and waved at Harry. Harry spilled water all over his front while waving back to her. I glared at Cho. Ron didn't notice anything.
May I say that Mr. Weasley has too much fun with matches? He loves matches....Hopefully Ron won't turn out to be like that....
Oh, I must leave you once more. Ginny wants to talk...
~Hermione
9:30 p.m.
It's sickening that Ginny likes Harry that much. Gag, gag, gag, gag, gag, GAAAG. There.
I'm really getting tired so I hope you don't mind if I take this rather quickly.
Before the game we bought souveniers. Harry bought a pair of omnioculars for each of the three of us, which was very sweet of him. I bought the programs. Ron also purchased a small figurine of Viktor Krum which walks around and looks surly. Ron says he's a genius. The only thought I had was that we would see....
I am not a professional Quidditch player, or even a Quidditch player to begin with so I cannot explain in great detail the beauty of the match. Ireland won against Bulgaria.
Both teams had a native animal represent them. Ireland had leprechauns, while Bulgaria had veela. Apparently, veela are very beautiful women who dance around. I didn't think they were very special. But the boys did. In fact, Harry went so far as to step up to the balcony and he looked like he were going to jump! I pulled him back of course.
Now, Viktor Krum is not a very beautiful man. In fact, he is not beautiful at all. But, he makes up for that with Quidditch skills and bravery. I have never seen a man (or women, or hybrid) fly like that. Not even Harry. And I love Harry.
He was so graceful and brave. Well, graceful at least on a broomstick. He was rather duck-footed on the ground. Oh, well, no one's perfect. As he and the rest of his team were shaking hands with the ministers he took a look right in my direction. I mean, he looked right at me! And smiled! I smiled back of course. What girl could not? I mean, yes, he was all bloody from breaking his nose and yes, he is not very beautiful, but STILL!
He, sadly, had to leave to go get cleaned up. He was a bloody mess, after all. I think he got some on Fudge's shoe because I saw our lovely Minister wiping his shoe and muttering to himself.
We returned to the tent after the game. I was so exhausted, which actually reminds me of the way I feel right now. I must leave thee in suspense. I shall tell the rest tomorrow once I am refreshed. Hopefully.
~Hermione
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Thanks to:
Reader: Yeah, I know its OOC, but it's still fun!
Shelly Salmalin: Thanks!
GrYfFcHiK: Thank yoU! Ditz Hermione! Muahahahahha!!
Mrs.Sirius Orion Black: Oh I know! So loong. I love Dancing in My Nuddypants. I love them all! Funny! "The Sex God landed at my door. I was wearing my Teletubby pajamas. He said, 'Hi.' I said, 'Hhhhnnnngggghhhh.'"
Gwen Potter: That makes sense for people to be like that. That's how I imagine Hermione. Like she's gotten older and thinks girlishly, but is afraid to show it.
E: Thanks! Yay! I'm a kid! Woo!
usha88: Thanks ever so!
ThePopGurlz: CooL! Matching personalities!
FawkesnFlame and Moony: I'm working on it!!
PottersGirl: Thank you so much! I was hoping to include much snogging! Go snogging! *cheerleaders appear* *cheerleaders yell: give me an S! gimme a N! gimme an O! gimme a G! Gimme a G! Gimme an I! Gimme an N! Gimme a G! What's that spell? SNOGGING!*
***
I just finished Dancing in My Nuddy-Pants, so I am back with vengeance. GO DAVE THE LAUGH!! Ahahahahaha.. I like Robbie too. He's so sweet. But, Dave is so...naughty...and funny.
REVIEW!!!
Queen of Fluff
