"From the Brilliant Mind of Harry Potter," by Quidditch, Anyone?
Chapter numero fivo (I take German, not Espanol)
8 October
It's midweek now and they still haven't spoken to each other. I think that the 'they' I am referring should just be implied by now. It's awfully bothersome to be sitting in Potions and every five seconds hear, "Harry, will you please ask Hermione if I can borrow some of her dried dragonfly wings?"... "Harry, will you please tell Ronald that maybe he should start making sure he brings his own supplies to class?"... "Well, will you kindly inform Hermione that I was more concerned with stopping her ruddy cat from ripping up my Charms essay, and that I'm deeply sorry for not making hourly checks on all of my valuable school supplies like she does?".
They should know better than to do this sort of thing in Snape's class. Well, obviously, those blimey idiots should know better than to argue like that at all, but in Potions we a) risk Snape hearing and getting submerge in detentions until the Fat Lady swings, b) risk Malfoy hearing and get humiliated one way or another, or c) drive me to insanity in that infernal class until I tip my cauldron of Fizzing Froth over their red and/or frizzy heads.
Sighing inwardly,
Harry
10 October
Finally know what is going on with Snuffles! Got an owl today from him and he explained as much as he could. Let's see... he's going to, er... Nab-akza (some... tropical place, on an island with lots of dark... natives) to sniff out some, er... bones. Of course, he's going in his very... 'convincing' disguise. It's horrible there, though. These spirity-like things, very magical, sort of steal away all his, um, powers and make him sick. I'm really quite worried about him, but I'm sure Snuffles will be okay. He's been there lots before, but he was a sort of hostage. Ah, it's very complicated. I'll just leave it at that.
Hoping for only the best,
Harry
13 October
Very rainy. Which in Gryffindor land means staying in the Common Room all day and watching Hermione work and Ron scowl. I try to ask him, 'You want to play chess?' "No" 'Game of Exploding Snap?' "No" 'See if we can nick a few things from the kitchens?' "No"... you get the idea. It's really quite boring being in the middle of a cold war.
Ginny must have seen me sighing away impatiently. She came over and we played a few games of chess. She's really quite good. I expect living at the Weasley house automatically makes you born to command small stone pieces across checkered boards... or she's just very underestimated. Actually, I was trying so hard to not get slaughtered that I had completely forgotten about that time she was confusing me about the 'pairings' or whatever. No matter... the topic (or lack thereof, I guess) never came up. Ron just watched us play and rolled his eyes. Really, I don't know what his problem is lately.
16 October
Ron and Hermione have taken things to an entirely new level. She's now hanging around with Lavender and Parvati for goodness sake. Ron constantly sneering and mumbling under his breath every time he sees her with them. He's practically stopped talking to me as well. If he doesn't stop being such an idiot, I think that I'm going to join the three girls, which is saying a lot as I do not fancy having my nails painted and giggling without proper reason (though I'm not sure if there even is a proper reason to giggle like they do).
Signed,
Harry
I haven't updated. I know. I apologize. The reason? I have discovered the best computer game in this lovely world, The Sims, and channeled all of my excess energy into creating houses and starving computer animated people. It's really quite fun, you know.