"From the Brilliant Mind of Harry Potter" by Quidditch, Anyone?


Chapter Three




12 September


Normally I don't write out in the open out of pure embarrassment, but I'm in History of Magic and Professor Binns has been talking for exactly 47 minutes and 18 seconds. I beg you to find another feeble form of entertainment.


They're at it again. No, they're not fighting, thank goodness, but sometimes they do this thing in class I can't really put my finger on. It goes like this:


Hermione's scribbling frantically away at the sound of the teacher's voice. No surprises there. Then Ron keeps watching in disgust at how perfect her notes are even though she's cranking them out faster than he can read them. Before long she notices him looking at her, so she looks up. It seems like an awful lot of looking, doesn't it? Anyway, get this- she blushes and puts her quill down. Ron gives her a very plain, "What? I wasn't doing anything!" look, which is one of his classics, and quickly directs his gaze at the profoundly interesting ceiling. Then they sort of just sit there for a second, both staring at inanimate objects. Then she checks to see if he's staring, then he looks at her, then they both blush... I'm telling you, it's even more ridiculous when you're watching it. It keeps going like this forever. Sometimes it's so annoying I tell them to cut it out, which just turns them magenta. But at least they stop.


Wizards sure are an interesting breed, aren't they?


Sanely,

Harry.



14 September


Went to Hogsmeade today. Tried to visit Sirius Snuffles, but he sent an owl at the last minute telling me Dumbledore wanted him to do this important mission for him. I haven't had a chance to write back asking what it was, even though I doubt he'll even tell me. Still, it's worth a try.


So instead of meeting with him, us three spent most of the time in Three Broomsticks and Honeydukes. Saw Ginny in the sweetshop, too. Poor Ginny... she still can't even look me in the eye. Doesn't help Ron laughs at her for this. Hermione seemed to talk to her a lot, sort of separately from Ron and me.


Bought three bags of Bertie Botts, eight chocolate frogs, two Fizzing Whizbees, a whole slab of their chocolate walnut fudge, and just one pack of Pepper Imps. Also got scolded by Hermione for buying so many sweets. She didn't comment on Ron's purchases, which were double mine, but that's because he had enough sense to keep them out of her sight. Smartest thing he's done all year, I'd say.


Harry.



17 September


Urgh. Willing to do anything than this barbaric Transfiguration essay due tomorrow- even record stuff in this stupid journal. Hermione keeps yelling at me to work, but I can make a spectacular comeback by telling her that following Dumbledore's orders and helping to stop Voldemort is a much better use of time than writing three rolls on why you have to be so careful while transforming your grandparents into gray parrots. I think I might have had a chance to win an argument with her for once... if it hadn't been for her saying that the most extraordinary thing that has happened to me so far this year is when I nearly fell down the stairs from the Astronomy Tower. And that was only due to Dudley's mammoth shoes, not Dark Magic. Bugger, I was so close.


Right, now to find something here actually worth recording. Hmm... you'd think in a castle full of young witches and wizards, there would always be something to write about. I'm watching Ron trying to bewitch his quill to write as he speaks, like that bloody pen the Skeeter idiot had. So far he's cursed twice, stripped the quill of half its feathers, and knocked over a bottle of ink, ruining his half-written essay. Which made him swear twice more, of course. Hermione doesn't look too happy, but she's not commenting.


Right, now I'd really better start before she blows some sort of fuse. But if anything happens- if a bug lands on my glasses or a breeze whistles... ANYTHING- I'll have an excuse to start writing again.


Bye,

Harry





This is harder than I thought. Any witty closings Harry can end with, feel free to drop me a line. Oh, and sorry about Harry sometimes acting like Bridget Jones... that movie rules.