5 September,
It is 11:00 at night and with much interveneing on my part Hermione and Ron have settled their qualms and Ron is dating Lavender. He is now back to his old habit of calling Seamus gay. What a prat, sometimes I wonder why I bother. Probably because Mrs Weasley sends me thank you fudge every time I clear up a fight with Ron. Probably because she get's less whiny letters when Ron is happy.
It took another three and a half hours to convince Ron that Dean was okay and he should really keep being friends with him. And then of course Hermione felt bad because I wasted my time solving their problems. Sometimes I wish she would feel bad BEFORE I work through the problem. I wish she was more like Neville. Neville will sit there for hours on his own trying to figure out his problems. He never can, of course, but I feel less obligated to help him because he doesn't ask. I always do help him but that's just because I have problems too. Major psychological trauma. I'll ask Professor Sprout. Maybe there's a plant root that cures psychological trauma. I won't ask Madame Pomfrey. She'll probably make me wash bedpans. I should go to sleep before anybody else has a problem for me to deal with. To late, I hear somebody crying. If it doesn't take to long to figure out maybe I'll tell you about it.
Until then,
Harry
It is 11:00 at night and with much interveneing on my part Hermione and Ron have settled their qualms and Ron is dating Lavender. He is now back to his old habit of calling Seamus gay. What a prat, sometimes I wonder why I bother. Probably because Mrs Weasley sends me thank you fudge every time I clear up a fight with Ron. Probably because she get's less whiny letters when Ron is happy.
It took another three and a half hours to convince Ron that Dean was okay and he should really keep being friends with him. And then of course Hermione felt bad because I wasted my time solving their problems. Sometimes I wish she would feel bad BEFORE I work through the problem. I wish she was more like Neville. Neville will sit there for hours on his own trying to figure out his problems. He never can, of course, but I feel less obligated to help him because he doesn't ask. I always do help him but that's just because I have problems too. Major psychological trauma. I'll ask Professor Sprout. Maybe there's a plant root that cures psychological trauma. I won't ask Madame Pomfrey. She'll probably make me wash bedpans. I should go to sleep before anybody else has a problem for me to deal with. To late, I hear somebody crying. If it doesn't take to long to figure out maybe I'll tell you about it.
Until then,
Harry
