Not Crazy.Just Different!
The True-To-Life Diary of Darby Holliwether
September 3rd 1:17 PM
Oh my god. I cannot believe it, I just simply CANNOT believe it! I feel SO terrible. I am just a terrible, horrible, awful, not-good-in-the-least person! Apparently I have a curse. Or at least I have cursed someone. Sammy said something like that once, I think. When we were messing around with some tarot cards a few summers ago. She told me that my family is cursed. Then again, Sammy puts her lipstick in the butter dish and keeps salt in her and Chandler's room. Either way, I am SUCH an awful person!
Marcus attacked Percy; and all because I clocked him and defended Percy. I should have let Ollie deal with it! I can't believe it. I guess he was out of the dorm late at night and Flint just attacked him. He gave him a few cuts and bruises, and a black eye. And when Percy tried to run away, he tripped over his own foot and fell down the stairs and dislocated his left knee.
So now he's in the hospital wing. Apparently Snape found him because he heard Percy yelling and stuff. It's not hard to be able to hear that kind of thing, especially because it echoes in the hallways around here. I feel SO awful. It is my entire fault! I cried when I found out about it. Ollie told me. He tried to tell me that it wasn't about anything I did.
Percy's always been a lot weaker than Ollie, and maybe even a little weaker than I am too. This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened to him (getting the crap beaten out of him is nothing new). But never this bad. No matter what Oliver says about it, I am NOT going to let this go and say that it isn't my fault, especially because I KNOW it is. And even if Flint has beaten him before, he's been better off than he is now. And I feel stuff for him that I didn't before.
I've always liked him like a brother, right? Sure, I felt bad when he would limp back with cuts and scratches and stuff. But it wasn't my fault then. No sir.
I wrote to Sammy. I told her all about Percy and stuff, but not telling her how I like him, or how I slugged Flint. If I get my hands on him I am going to rip out his liver and feed it to him! Yeppers, it's official that I am WAY too hostile. Even if I would rather die than let Flint get off easy on this. This time I am not doing ANYTHING, though. Oliver can deal with it. I hope.
Well, I gotta jet. We're going to see Percy. Buh-bye.
3:04
Percy looks better than I thought that he might, although he can hardly open his eye because it's so swollen. I swear I am going to slaughter Flint. He looked really happy to see us though, even though he was a little distressed because we skipped class to come visit him. I brought him about half of the Jolly Ranchers I had left. Anyway, I know Sammy and Chandler will get me some almost immediately. They love Jollies as much as I do.
"I am so sorry," I said softly, not caring even if Ollie tried to inform me yet again that it wasn't my fault. "I shouldn't have hit Flint!"
"Darby, it wasn't anything you did. He does it every year at least once." Well, it was true. But it DIDN'T make things right!
"How-how's your knee, sweetie?" I asked sympathetically. Percy grimaced and pulled his leg out from under the powder blue blanket that covered his legs. It was tightly bandaged up, and seeing that only increased my already sky-high level of guilt that was welling up.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Oliver proclaimed loudly, standing up and leaving, but shooting me a meaningful glance. I gave him a mock-angry glare as he stood up and walked away. I was really nervous now.
"So. How they treatin' you here?" I questioned, semi-shyly.
"Pretty decent, I guess. My knee is killing me. And my eye is just bothering me, a lot," Percy said grimly.
"Oh! I wrangled up some of your homework," I remembered, giving him an apologetic look. I sat the manilla folder down on his bedside table.
"Aww, thanks so much. So, how did Oliver take the news?" he asked.
"Oh my gosh! He was SO mad! He cried a little; I just couldn't believe it. I mean, it isn't everyday that Ollie cries, is it?" Percy smiled, looking bitter, almost. "But he did. McGonagall told him and he just broke down, right there at the breakfast table and cried. But what could I do? So we just both cried."
"You cried about it?" His face registered surprise.
"Uh, yeah. We care about you, Perce. I mean, we love you; you're like our brother." But I wished I could tell him.
At that moment Ollie came back. But unfortunately, he was followed by Madame Pomfrey. And she did not look happy.
"Now listen here. Mr. Weasley needs his rest. So you need to leave, Miss Holliwether, and Mr. Wood. He will see you tomorrow!" And that was the end of that. Sheesh. She's so paranoid that we'll end up killing Perce by exhausting him or whatnot. Yeah; that happens to Hogwarts students ALL the time.
You know what? Ollie told me that they haven't actually confirmed it was Flint. But we both know that he did it, that miserable- actually, I haven't been able to think up a name bad enough to call him.
There's not a word in the vocabulary I posses that can measure up to what he did to sweet little Percy. Or maybe I'm just protective of my friends. Truth be told, I don't have very many other friends. I mean, Fred and George, and Katie Bell all associate with me and stuff, but that's just about it. That's okay with me though.
Sigh. Must fly, Ollie wants to play some Exploding Snap. I always win though, heh heh heh.
September 3rd 1:17 PM
Oh my god. I cannot believe it, I just simply CANNOT believe it! I feel SO terrible. I am just a terrible, horrible, awful, not-good-in-the-least person! Apparently I have a curse. Or at least I have cursed someone. Sammy said something like that once, I think. When we were messing around with some tarot cards a few summers ago. She told me that my family is cursed. Then again, Sammy puts her lipstick in the butter dish and keeps salt in her and Chandler's room. Either way, I am SUCH an awful person!
Marcus attacked Percy; and all because I clocked him and defended Percy. I should have let Ollie deal with it! I can't believe it. I guess he was out of the dorm late at night and Flint just attacked him. He gave him a few cuts and bruises, and a black eye. And when Percy tried to run away, he tripped over his own foot and fell down the stairs and dislocated his left knee.
So now he's in the hospital wing. Apparently Snape found him because he heard Percy yelling and stuff. It's not hard to be able to hear that kind of thing, especially because it echoes in the hallways around here. I feel SO awful. It is my entire fault! I cried when I found out about it. Ollie told me. He tried to tell me that it wasn't about anything I did.
Percy's always been a lot weaker than Ollie, and maybe even a little weaker than I am too. This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened to him (getting the crap beaten out of him is nothing new). But never this bad. No matter what Oliver says about it, I am NOT going to let this go and say that it isn't my fault, especially because I KNOW it is. And even if Flint has beaten him before, he's been better off than he is now. And I feel stuff for him that I didn't before.
I've always liked him like a brother, right? Sure, I felt bad when he would limp back with cuts and scratches and stuff. But it wasn't my fault then. No sir.
I wrote to Sammy. I told her all about Percy and stuff, but not telling her how I like him, or how I slugged Flint. If I get my hands on him I am going to rip out his liver and feed it to him! Yeppers, it's official that I am WAY too hostile. Even if I would rather die than let Flint get off easy on this. This time I am not doing ANYTHING, though. Oliver can deal with it. I hope.
Well, I gotta jet. We're going to see Percy. Buh-bye.
3:04
Percy looks better than I thought that he might, although he can hardly open his eye because it's so swollen. I swear I am going to slaughter Flint. He looked really happy to see us though, even though he was a little distressed because we skipped class to come visit him. I brought him about half of the Jolly Ranchers I had left. Anyway, I know Sammy and Chandler will get me some almost immediately. They love Jollies as much as I do.
"I am so sorry," I said softly, not caring even if Ollie tried to inform me yet again that it wasn't my fault. "I shouldn't have hit Flint!"
"Darby, it wasn't anything you did. He does it every year at least once." Well, it was true. But it DIDN'T make things right!
"How-how's your knee, sweetie?" I asked sympathetically. Percy grimaced and pulled his leg out from under the powder blue blanket that covered his legs. It was tightly bandaged up, and seeing that only increased my already sky-high level of guilt that was welling up.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" Oliver proclaimed loudly, standing up and leaving, but shooting me a meaningful glance. I gave him a mock-angry glare as he stood up and walked away. I was really nervous now.
"So. How they treatin' you here?" I questioned, semi-shyly.
"Pretty decent, I guess. My knee is killing me. And my eye is just bothering me, a lot," Percy said grimly.
"Oh! I wrangled up some of your homework," I remembered, giving him an apologetic look. I sat the manilla folder down on his bedside table.
"Aww, thanks so much. So, how did Oliver take the news?" he asked.
"Oh my gosh! He was SO mad! He cried a little; I just couldn't believe it. I mean, it isn't everyday that Ollie cries, is it?" Percy smiled, looking bitter, almost. "But he did. McGonagall told him and he just broke down, right there at the breakfast table and cried. But what could I do? So we just both cried."
"You cried about it?" His face registered surprise.
"Uh, yeah. We care about you, Perce. I mean, we love you; you're like our brother." But I wished I could tell him.
At that moment Ollie came back. But unfortunately, he was followed by Madame Pomfrey. And she did not look happy.
"Now listen here. Mr. Weasley needs his rest. So you need to leave, Miss Holliwether, and Mr. Wood. He will see you tomorrow!" And that was the end of that. Sheesh. She's so paranoid that we'll end up killing Perce by exhausting him or whatnot. Yeah; that happens to Hogwarts students ALL the time.
You know what? Ollie told me that they haven't actually confirmed it was Flint. But we both know that he did it, that miserable- actually, I haven't been able to think up a name bad enough to call him.
There's not a word in the vocabulary I posses that can measure up to what he did to sweet little Percy. Or maybe I'm just protective of my friends. Truth be told, I don't have very many other friends. I mean, Fred and George, and Katie Bell all associate with me and stuff, but that's just about it. That's okay with me though.
Sigh. Must fly, Ollie wants to play some Exploding Snap. I always win though, heh heh heh.
