Not Crazy, Just Different!
The Hogwarts Diary of Darby Clover Holliwether
September 30th
9:08 PM
The only thing that allows me not to fall asleep is that I told Percy to poke me in the back of the head if I start to doze off. It's not that I'm tired, it's that as I've said before, History of Magic is THE most boring class EVER! It's just our professor droning on and on and laughing at his own jokes, which aren't funny.
I hate being in such a miserably angry mood.
Oh no! Oliver has just started making these hilarious faces at Percy and I and I am kind of choking, and Percy is snorting into his History of Magic book, pretending to have a hacking cough.
Forget it. Mostly everyone is nodding off, and I have a feeling I'll need the extra rest today so I can have some energy tomorrow, even though I can sleep late because they've cancelled classes (hurrah!) for tomorrow. Well, even if the dance is a total disaster, at least we have no classes for two days, yeehaw!
See? Everything has an up side, I guess. Or maybe I'm lying! I'm just not totally sure.
Well, I'm off (not really) to fall asleep on top of my desk. Nighty night.
10:54 PM
Ah, I had a nice nap. I dreamed about, well, nothing! Heeheehee! That is a total first for me, you might say. Oh how sad and/or amusing that may be. But still, I LOVE having weird dreams, it's fun!
Feeling confused. I'm nervous/excited about the dance, and I don't know exactly how much I'll be able to do. I can imagine the whole scene unfolding tomorrow. It'll be like a bad horror movie.
Me and Derrick are sitting outside under the stars, when all of a sudden, Snape goes UTTERLY insane and come up and re-enacts Psycho on us! Even though we won't be in a shower or climbing up the stairs to meet the mother or whatever, but I think you got my drift, right?
What am I talking about again? Sorry, I'm losing focus. But on what? Sometimes (wait a tick, all the time) I confuse myself.
Sorry. As I've said before, I'm sort of WIRED right now. Wait, make that REALLY wired right now. Not weird, wired. Hyper. BONKERS!
Yep. That pretty much describes me, right?
3:27 PM
I feel like jumping on my bed, that'll be fun.
3:30 PM
Ouch! Fell off of the bed and clocked myself on the head by hitting it on the bed post, yee-ouch!
Ooh, Sammy has sent me a letter. She says Chandler actually feeds Bizzy now, and cleaned his cage out last week or something like that. Maybe my dad is warming up to my adorable little (actually, he's not quite so little anymore) iguana.
3:49 PM
What's this? Oh my gosh! Chandler has enclosed a note that, as a PS, reads: 'Remember, your mother and I love you. And tell this boy you're going with that if he tries anything funny that your father will seriously make sure that he won't be able to try anything else funny for a long, long time.' I swear, I kid you not!
What is the matter with him?! I know he wouldn't be able to hit Derrick or anything. Besides, any guy I'd be dancing/interacting with wouldn't 'try anything funny,' as Chandler says. Well, let me see. Derrick and Oliver are the only ones I'll be dancing with. Maybe Percy, teehee. Evil intentions abound!
Well, Percy and Derrick are total gentlemen, and probably too shy to 'try anything funny' (there's that phrase again!), although Derrick has kissed me on the cheek a few times. How romantic.
And as for Oliver? What are you talking about, he's my best friend!
So on the whole, I don't think anything funny will be tried on me tomorrow night. I'm as safe as a kitten. I don't like cats, one scratched me when I was a little kid and now I'm afraid of them. EVIL! Horrifying.
Anyways, I think I'll just go talk to Oliver. Percy is off somewhere. Penelope is trying to teach him to dance. Not that he needs to find out. It's OLIVER that needs some lessons. He's not clumsy at Qudditch, but he has two left feet (not literally, of course, muah hahaha) otherwise.
I am feeling rejuvenated because of my invigorating nap. Yay!
4:23 PM
Weird and slightly (EVER so slightly, I might add) ego-damaging (not that I really needed my already dwindling ego to get damaged in any sort of way) occurrence. I walked down to the common room, where Ollie was sitting and sort of just STARING at the fire (it's still kind of hot outside, why do we need a fire? Maybe that's why it's gotten to be so hot in here all the time!). It was creepy, if you asked me. So I go and sit next to him.
"Oliver, I'm worried about you," I blurted finally, after a long pause. He sort of whipped his head around to look at me, a weird expression on his face.
"Why?"
"You just seem so, I don't know, sad all the time. I don't know," I confessed softly.
"Don't worry about me," he said abruptly. "I'm fine." I was kind of hurt by his tone, but that's all right with me, it's not the first time (by far) that I've been snapped at. I don't know why, he just seemed so sad. I hugged him tightly.
"I'm not so sure," I whispered. He patted me on the top of the head like a little dog. "You're all tense. Are you sure you're all right? Want me to rub your shoulders? I'm good at that sort of thing."
"Nah, it's just from Quidditch practices and stuff," he said slowly. "I'm fine, really," Oliver added, in a sort of wavering tone. "I'm just thinking." I ruffled his hair.
"If you're sure," I said in a regretting tone, standing up. "So we're still on for our dance, right, Ollie?"
"Sure we are," he said, smiling. And there was that familiar looking glint in his eye, even if it was for just a second. I smiled back and walked away.
He's scaring me. I really hope he's all right. I'd die if I knew he was keeping something really bad from me.
8:38 PM
I can't believe the dance is tomorrow afternoon! I'll never be able to use the girl's bathroom, because it'll be filled with first years caking on makeup that they'll need a trowel to remove by the end of the day. What fun. I can't imagine why I myself don't want to put on full clown attire and go and try to look cool while doing some stupid dance I saw on a music video or something. The sheer brilliance behind those actions is beyond me.
9:13 PM
No makeup. No skirt. No dress. Going simple, that's me.
I can't wait until tomorrow! The dance starts at six. I can't believe I am getting so worked up over this.
September 30th
9:08 PM
The only thing that allows me not to fall asleep is that I told Percy to poke me in the back of the head if I start to doze off. It's not that I'm tired, it's that as I've said before, History of Magic is THE most boring class EVER! It's just our professor droning on and on and laughing at his own jokes, which aren't funny.
I hate being in such a miserably angry mood.
Oh no! Oliver has just started making these hilarious faces at Percy and I and I am kind of choking, and Percy is snorting into his History of Magic book, pretending to have a hacking cough.
Forget it. Mostly everyone is nodding off, and I have a feeling I'll need the extra rest today so I can have some energy tomorrow, even though I can sleep late because they've cancelled classes (hurrah!) for tomorrow. Well, even if the dance is a total disaster, at least we have no classes for two days, yeehaw!
See? Everything has an up side, I guess. Or maybe I'm lying! I'm just not totally sure.
Well, I'm off (not really) to fall asleep on top of my desk. Nighty night.
10:54 PM
Ah, I had a nice nap. I dreamed about, well, nothing! Heeheehee! That is a total first for me, you might say. Oh how sad and/or amusing that may be. But still, I LOVE having weird dreams, it's fun!
Feeling confused. I'm nervous/excited about the dance, and I don't know exactly how much I'll be able to do. I can imagine the whole scene unfolding tomorrow. It'll be like a bad horror movie.
Me and Derrick are sitting outside under the stars, when all of a sudden, Snape goes UTTERLY insane and come up and re-enacts Psycho on us! Even though we won't be in a shower or climbing up the stairs to meet the mother or whatever, but I think you got my drift, right?
What am I talking about again? Sorry, I'm losing focus. But on what? Sometimes (wait a tick, all the time) I confuse myself.
Sorry. As I've said before, I'm sort of WIRED right now. Wait, make that REALLY wired right now. Not weird, wired. Hyper. BONKERS!
Yep. That pretty much describes me, right?
3:27 PM
I feel like jumping on my bed, that'll be fun.
3:30 PM
Ouch! Fell off of the bed and clocked myself on the head by hitting it on the bed post, yee-ouch!
Ooh, Sammy has sent me a letter. She says Chandler actually feeds Bizzy now, and cleaned his cage out last week or something like that. Maybe my dad is warming up to my adorable little (actually, he's not quite so little anymore) iguana.
3:49 PM
What's this? Oh my gosh! Chandler has enclosed a note that, as a PS, reads: 'Remember, your mother and I love you. And tell this boy you're going with that if he tries anything funny that your father will seriously make sure that he won't be able to try anything else funny for a long, long time.' I swear, I kid you not!
What is the matter with him?! I know he wouldn't be able to hit Derrick or anything. Besides, any guy I'd be dancing/interacting with wouldn't 'try anything funny,' as Chandler says. Well, let me see. Derrick and Oliver are the only ones I'll be dancing with. Maybe Percy, teehee. Evil intentions abound!
Well, Percy and Derrick are total gentlemen, and probably too shy to 'try anything funny' (there's that phrase again!), although Derrick has kissed me on the cheek a few times. How romantic.
And as for Oliver? What are you talking about, he's my best friend!
So on the whole, I don't think anything funny will be tried on me tomorrow night. I'm as safe as a kitten. I don't like cats, one scratched me when I was a little kid and now I'm afraid of them. EVIL! Horrifying.
Anyways, I think I'll just go talk to Oliver. Percy is off somewhere. Penelope is trying to teach him to dance. Not that he needs to find out. It's OLIVER that needs some lessons. He's not clumsy at Qudditch, but he has two left feet (not literally, of course, muah hahaha) otherwise.
I am feeling rejuvenated because of my invigorating nap. Yay!
4:23 PM
Weird and slightly (EVER so slightly, I might add) ego-damaging (not that I really needed my already dwindling ego to get damaged in any sort of way) occurrence. I walked down to the common room, where Ollie was sitting and sort of just STARING at the fire (it's still kind of hot outside, why do we need a fire? Maybe that's why it's gotten to be so hot in here all the time!). It was creepy, if you asked me. So I go and sit next to him.
"Oliver, I'm worried about you," I blurted finally, after a long pause. He sort of whipped his head around to look at me, a weird expression on his face.
"Why?"
"You just seem so, I don't know, sad all the time. I don't know," I confessed softly.
"Don't worry about me," he said abruptly. "I'm fine." I was kind of hurt by his tone, but that's all right with me, it's not the first time (by far) that I've been snapped at. I don't know why, he just seemed so sad. I hugged him tightly.
"I'm not so sure," I whispered. He patted me on the top of the head like a little dog. "You're all tense. Are you sure you're all right? Want me to rub your shoulders? I'm good at that sort of thing."
"Nah, it's just from Quidditch practices and stuff," he said slowly. "I'm fine, really," Oliver added, in a sort of wavering tone. "I'm just thinking." I ruffled his hair.
"If you're sure," I said in a regretting tone, standing up. "So we're still on for our dance, right, Ollie?"
"Sure we are," he said, smiling. And there was that familiar looking glint in his eye, even if it was for just a second. I smiled back and walked away.
He's scaring me. I really hope he's all right. I'd die if I knew he was keeping something really bad from me.
8:38 PM
I can't believe the dance is tomorrow afternoon! I'll never be able to use the girl's bathroom, because it'll be filled with first years caking on makeup that they'll need a trowel to remove by the end of the day. What fun. I can't imagine why I myself don't want to put on full clown attire and go and try to look cool while doing some stupid dance I saw on a music video or something. The sheer brilliance behind those actions is beyond me.
9:13 PM
No makeup. No skirt. No dress. Going simple, that's me.
I can't wait until tomorrow! The dance starts at six. I can't believe I am getting so worked up over this.
