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The following Thursday, Percy and Penelope sat outside during lunch, studying for Care of Magical Creatures. They had situated themselves under a large tree near a small pond, the trees leaves having turned orange and red and scattering themselves all over the grass. It was slightly colder than comfortable, especially when taking the harsh November winds into account, but the sunlight that filtered in through the bare branches of the tree was warm and inviting.
Penelope was discussing dragons as Percy occasionally took notes. Granted, he had only asked her one simple question on the matter, considering that dragons only warranted one small question if that on the O.W.L.s in most cases, but his question seemed to have triggered something in her, and he didn't have the heart to stop her lecture. Instead, he just nodded every now and then and listened attentively; it was the first time he actually found dragons interesting. "…so, as you can see, the Pervuvian Vipertooth is very different than the Ukarainian Ironbelly. I mean, the Ironbelly weighs six tons! However, the Hungarian Horntail shares a similar appearance with the Norwegian Ridgeback, but the Ridgeback has black ridges on it's back-hence it's name-while the Horntail has a spiky tail-hence it's name." She paused then, and looked at Percy, cheeks slightly pink. "You're bored, aren't you? All you asked about was Opaleye eggs, and here I am going on and on about dragons. I'm sorry."
"Oh, its okay. Really. I don't mind. I'm sure I'll need to know all this…" he glanced down at his pages of notes on dragons and flipping through it doubtfully "One day…" He managed a smile for her to convince her of his sincerity.
"Well, that's nice of you to say…but classes will be starting soon, and I've wasted all this time when I could have been teaching you something useful."
"I told you, it's all right. You really like dragons, don't you?"
Penelope brightened and gave a nod. "Yes. I love them. They're such fascinating creatures, don't you think? Well, probably not-most people find them scary-but I find them fascinating. I'd love to see a dragon one day. Any dragon would be okay with me. Well, actually…to be honest, I'd really like to see the Pervuvian Vipertooth. I mean, I'd like to see them all, but that one's my favorite.
"A Vipertooth?" Percy questioned astonished, "But don't they feed-on humans?"
Penelope laughed, "Yes, they do. Okay, so I'm a bit strange, I guess. But they eat goats and cows too, you know! I suppose they're known for eating humans, though. Well, it's just that, they're so small. They're only about fifteen feet in length. I think they're kind of cute!" She said with a giggle.
"Cute? Are they 'cute' when they're eating humans?"
"No!" she laughed again, "I'm just kidding! But I find them to be really inspiring. They're the smallest breed of dragon in the world and yet they're so powerful."
"Wow…"
"What?" She asked looking at him, growing a bit self-conscious. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he smiled, "It's just that you sound exactly like my brother Charlie."
"Charlie?"
"He graduated from Hogwarts a while back."
"You mean, you have more brothers?"
"Yes. They're seven of us, including myself. Bill, who's the oldest, already graduated. So did Charlie. Then there's me, and then Fred and George, and then Ron. Finally, there's Ginny. She's the youngest, but she'll be starting Hogwarts next year."
"Really? The only girl?"
"Yes."
"I feel bad for her!"
"What for? I certainly don't. She has six older brothers to look after and protect her. She's practically blessed."
"That's why I feel so bad!" Penelope joked.
"Yes, well, we don't nag her all that much…" Percy trailed off, then said, "Anyway, you're just like Charlie."
"Am I?"
"Yes, you are. He loves dragons, too. As a matter-of-fact, he likes any creature that's weird and dangerous and could kill him. I, for one, never really understood it, but I suppose you're starting to enlighten me a bit. Anyway, he works with dragons in Romania, at a research center."
"Wow, what a wonderful job! I'd love to do something like that."
"Really? But - why? Wouldn't you rather just have a nice job at the Ministry of Magic? Some position in a department that can really open doors for you." Percy now sat up straight as he began speaking on the subject, "You know, a job with opportunities that'll lead to even greater things at the Ministry. Higher, prestigious positions. I mean, there's only so far you can go chasing dragons."
"Well, I suppose so…" She laughed and then trailed off with a smile, "But I'm guessing that's what you want to do after Hogwarts; work for the Ministry of Magic. Am I right?"
Percy's ears grew slightly pink. "Well, I-" He began weakly before sitting up even more erect than before and saying, "Well, yes, I do, if you must ask. And I'm not a git or a snob or anything of that sort just because I want to make something of myself."
"I don't think you're a git at all! I think it's really good that you have such direction already. And what's wrong with wanting to make something of yourself? Especially if you're willing to start off at the bottom and work all the way to the top. I think you should really go for it if that's what you want. Forget about what everybody else has to say and just do it."
Percy stared at her, in disbelief. "You really think so? Because, everyone thinks-well, they sort of think that I'm too absorbed with wanting to reach the top, as if there are more important things to life. Mum's the only one who's truly supportive, and that's only because she's grateful that I'm not running off to Romania like Charlie did. Fred and George, for one, are always hassling me about it."
"Well," Penelope began, "I don't think it's bad to be ambitious. Just as long as you keep your head along the way. I mean, it's not like you've forgotten your family and friends, have you? So, I don't see what's so bad about it."
"Thank you. I don't think there's anything wrong with it either," Percy said, and then added with a grin, "And I suppose there's really nothing wrong with dragon chasing either. Well, except, perhaps, the part where you might lose an arm."
"Percy! I wouldn't lose an arm!"
"I'm sorry. You're absolutely right. They'd probably eat your leg first." He continued to joke, feeling very much at ease with her.
"They don't all eat humans, you know!" She said with a laugh, "Weren't you paying attention to anything I said?"
"Well, it's just that you said so much of it." He teased as he started to gather his things.
"Hey!"
He laughed, "I'm only kidding you. I really did enjoy your lesson. And I do happen to recall you saying that your precious Peruvian Vipertooth do eat humans, don't they?"
"Yes, but they eat-"
"Goats and cows; I know." He concluded for her with a smile, as he rose to his feet. She jumped to her feet, as well.
"So you were paying attention!" She exclaimed excitedly. "That's so sweet of you."
Suddenly, with Penelope staring at him with her warm, bright eyes, he grew nervous, feeling his ears grow hot as the ease he felt only moments before drifted away, "Yes, well, I-" he cleared his throat and then drew himself up, "We'd better be getting to class, shouldn't we?"
"Oh, yes. We are running a bit late," she agreed a bit awkwardly herself, as the two began to walk, falling into step with one another. They were quite for awhile, until Penelope said "It sure is cold, isn't it?" She wrapped her blue and bronze scarf around her neck. "Anyway, when can you meet for another lesson?"
At this, Percy's heart skipped a beat. His opportunity had come. Now, all he had to do was follow his well planned out strategy and all should go well. It was simple. He just had to remain calm and composed. Taking a second before answering, he replied, "Well, how about Saturday?"
"Saturday's fine with me. I don't think I have anything do."
"Then Saturday it is," he concluded. They walked along quietly for a few moments. Then, mustering up all the courage he had (he was, after all, in Gryffindor), started with hesitation, "Oh, wait."
"Hmm? What is it?" She questioned, both of them stopping as Penelope turned to Percy. Percy felt himself growing very hot under his robes, even in the November cold, as he began to fidget a bit nervously in his spot.
"It's just that, I just, uh…I just remembered I can't do it on Saturday…." He stammered, his whole face growing beat red.
"Oh," Penelope glanced down disappointed. "That's okay."
"It's because, you see…uh, I'm going to the Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor vs. Slytherian. The first match of the year and all…uh…do you like Quidditch?" Percy glanced up at the sky, so he wouldn't have to look at Penelope. He could feel himself growing even more anxious, his palms beginning to sweat and his mouth extremely dry.
"I like Quidditch. It's a lot of fun-to watch that is. I've never really been one to play it."
"Yes, uh me too…I just watch…my brothers, Fred and George, they play…beaters, you know…they're pretty good…" Penelope nodded, and Percy could kill himself for rambling on, especially about Fred and George. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, okay, this is it. Your window of opportunity. Now, all you have to do is casually ask and you can't fail. "Anyway, uh…I really can't miss it…but, uh, would you like to come…?" He asked, glancing down at her slightly as he tried to keep his voice from shaking to no avail. "To the match that is? We can, uh, study there if you want…"
Penelope beamed, "Oh, sure! I'd love to go with you!" She exclaimed before blushing wildly and saying as calm as she could, "I mean, okay. It'll be fun. I mean Quidditch and studying! What could beat that, right?" She laughed nervously. "Well, I'd better be getting to class."
Percy, who had been grinning uncontrollably, grew back into his serious self at this and said, "Yes, of course. We mustn't be late. And I will see you on Saturday? We can meet a little before eleven - right outside the Quidditch field?"
"All right. I'll talk to you later, Percy. Bye!" And she turned from him and began walking to class.
"Bye." Percy called after her. He watched her, relieved, as a wave of happiness washed over him. His plan had been successful.
Penelope's Diary
November 7 - 5th Year
Percy and I are going together to the Quidditch match on Saturday! It's Gryffindor (yay!) vs. Slytherian (boo!). I'm very excited about it. Granted, it's only to study, but it's almost like a date, don't you think? Well, I guess not really. After all, we're only really friends, if that, and, as I said, we're only going to meet there to study. But I have so much fun being around him. He's even smarter than I thought he was (which is really hard to believe). Also, I really love the way he speaks. Everything he says sounds so dignified. I bet he could be talking about something like a dirty old sock and still make it sound like something significant and regal. What's more, he actually listened to my forty five minute lecture on dragons. Can you believe it? I mean, I know he must have been bored, because I know he's not really interested in dragons, but he still listened. Of course, now he probably thinks I'm nutty. I hope he doesn't. I don't think he does. But I told him that I thought Peruvian Vipertooths were cute! He must've thought I sounded nutty. Even I think I sound nutty!
Oh yeah, Percy told me about how his brother Charlie actually works with dragons in Romania. Isn't that a fantastic job? I'd love to do something like that. I'm going to talk to Professor Flitwick about it tomorrow, if I get the chance. I know it's early in the year to be asking about careers, but I'm just so curious. Percy already knows what he wants to do, though. He wants to work for the Ministry of Magic in one of the more prestigious departments and then work his way on up to the top from there. I know he can do it and not just because he's so smart. It's because he's so diligent. I can tell just from the way he speaks about it that he really wants it very badly. I think it's really quite noble of him, too, to be willing to put so much effort into reaching his goals.
But wouldn't it be just amazing if I could actually work with a Peruvian Vipertooth? I mean, I'd do anything just to see it in person, but to work with one? Of course, I know it is rather dangerous, but still. To work with one! However, I know both dad and mum would not be too pleased, although I don't know who'd be more upset. If I just say the word dragon to mum, I know she'll go hysterical. Even though she doesn't fully understand everything about the wizarding world yet, I don't think she'll have too much trouble determing what "dragon" means, especially because I talk about them all the time with her. And dad really knows how dangerous they are, so they'll be no arguing with him.
Anyway, mum and dad did send me my own copy of A History of Potions and their Uses Today, by H.M. Beade, and I'm so excited! I can't wait to start working on Professor Snape's next essay tomorrow. I started reading through it this evening. There's really so much information in it. It's really great. Actually, I've been doing really well in all my classes. I got straight Os on all my last assignments-including my potions one! Everything is just going so well. I'm just so happy.
I can't wait for Saturday! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just keep thinking about it. All through classes today and through dinner and even when I was on prefect duty this evening, it's all that's on my mind. I had so much difficulty even concentrating on my homework. It's so strange! All I keep thinking about is Percy and the Quidditch Match on Saturday. I've never been like this with any other boy before. But Percy is special. I just-well, I just like him! I don't know. I always thought something like this would be complicated and confusing, but it's really so simple. Still, shouldn't I be concentrating on my schoolwork and my prefect duties? I mean, I'm doing so well right now; what would I do if I started doing poorly? Especially over a little thing like this. After all, I don't even think Percy likes me like that, anyway, which is really no big deal. Really. I don't mind being friends, just as long as we still spend time with each other - studying, that is. We're enjoying ourselves, so what's wrong with just keeping things the way they are?
I'm so afraid I'm going to do bad on my O.W.L.s. I know it's silly, but I just really want to do well. But, it can't hurt to go to a Quidditch match just to study, can it? I mean, Percy's very dedicated when it comes to his studies, so he must understand how I feel. Also, it's only one Saturday afternoon, so it's nothing really. And it's definitely not a date. I was just being silly before. Because, if it really was a date, then I'd have to be worrying about things like how I was going to wear my hair and what I was going to say, which I'm not worried about at all. Not at all. I'm really only worried about my school work. That's the whole point anyway, though; to study.
Well, now that that's all cleared up, I'd better be getting to bed. Goodnight!
Disclaimer: I still don't own the Harry Potter Series or anything related to it...how sad...
The following Thursday, Percy and Penelope sat outside during lunch, studying for Care of Magical Creatures. They had situated themselves under a large tree near a small pond, the trees leaves having turned orange and red and scattering themselves all over the grass. It was slightly colder than comfortable, especially when taking the harsh November winds into account, but the sunlight that filtered in through the bare branches of the tree was warm and inviting.
Penelope was discussing dragons as Percy occasionally took notes. Granted, he had only asked her one simple question on the matter, considering that dragons only warranted one small question if that on the O.W.L.s in most cases, but his question seemed to have triggered something in her, and he didn't have the heart to stop her lecture. Instead, he just nodded every now and then and listened attentively; it was the first time he actually found dragons interesting. "…so, as you can see, the Pervuvian Vipertooth is very different than the Ukarainian Ironbelly. I mean, the Ironbelly weighs six tons! However, the Hungarian Horntail shares a similar appearance with the Norwegian Ridgeback, but the Ridgeback has black ridges on it's back-hence it's name-while the Horntail has a spiky tail-hence it's name." She paused then, and looked at Percy, cheeks slightly pink. "You're bored, aren't you? All you asked about was Opaleye eggs, and here I am going on and on about dragons. I'm sorry."
"Oh, its okay. Really. I don't mind. I'm sure I'll need to know all this…" he glanced down at his pages of notes on dragons and flipping through it doubtfully "One day…" He managed a smile for her to convince her of his sincerity.
"Well, that's nice of you to say…but classes will be starting soon, and I've wasted all this time when I could have been teaching you something useful."
"I told you, it's all right. You really like dragons, don't you?"
Penelope brightened and gave a nod. "Yes. I love them. They're such fascinating creatures, don't you think? Well, probably not-most people find them scary-but I find them fascinating. I'd love to see a dragon one day. Any dragon would be okay with me. Well, actually…to be honest, I'd really like to see the Pervuvian Vipertooth. I mean, I'd like to see them all, but that one's my favorite.
"A Vipertooth?" Percy questioned astonished, "But don't they feed-on humans?"
Penelope laughed, "Yes, they do. Okay, so I'm a bit strange, I guess. But they eat goats and cows too, you know! I suppose they're known for eating humans, though. Well, it's just that, they're so small. They're only about fifteen feet in length. I think they're kind of cute!" She said with a giggle.
"Cute? Are they 'cute' when they're eating humans?"
"No!" she laughed again, "I'm just kidding! But I find them to be really inspiring. They're the smallest breed of dragon in the world and yet they're so powerful."
"Wow…"
"What?" She asked looking at him, growing a bit self-conscious. "What is it?"
"Nothing," he smiled, "It's just that you sound exactly like my brother Charlie."
"Charlie?"
"He graduated from Hogwarts a while back."
"You mean, you have more brothers?"
"Yes. They're seven of us, including myself. Bill, who's the oldest, already graduated. So did Charlie. Then there's me, and then Fred and George, and then Ron. Finally, there's Ginny. She's the youngest, but she'll be starting Hogwarts next year."
"Really? The only girl?"
"Yes."
"I feel bad for her!"
"What for? I certainly don't. She has six older brothers to look after and protect her. She's practically blessed."
"That's why I feel so bad!" Penelope joked.
"Yes, well, we don't nag her all that much…" Percy trailed off, then said, "Anyway, you're just like Charlie."
"Am I?"
"Yes, you are. He loves dragons, too. As a matter-of-fact, he likes any creature that's weird and dangerous and could kill him. I, for one, never really understood it, but I suppose you're starting to enlighten me a bit. Anyway, he works with dragons in Romania, at a research center."
"Wow, what a wonderful job! I'd love to do something like that."
"Really? But - why? Wouldn't you rather just have a nice job at the Ministry of Magic? Some position in a department that can really open doors for you." Percy now sat up straight as he began speaking on the subject, "You know, a job with opportunities that'll lead to even greater things at the Ministry. Higher, prestigious positions. I mean, there's only so far you can go chasing dragons."
"Well, I suppose so…" She laughed and then trailed off with a smile, "But I'm guessing that's what you want to do after Hogwarts; work for the Ministry of Magic. Am I right?"
Percy's ears grew slightly pink. "Well, I-" He began weakly before sitting up even more erect than before and saying, "Well, yes, I do, if you must ask. And I'm not a git or a snob or anything of that sort just because I want to make something of myself."
"I don't think you're a git at all! I think it's really good that you have such direction already. And what's wrong with wanting to make something of yourself? Especially if you're willing to start off at the bottom and work all the way to the top. I think you should really go for it if that's what you want. Forget about what everybody else has to say and just do it."
Percy stared at her, in disbelief. "You really think so? Because, everyone thinks-well, they sort of think that I'm too absorbed with wanting to reach the top, as if there are more important things to life. Mum's the only one who's truly supportive, and that's only because she's grateful that I'm not running off to Romania like Charlie did. Fred and George, for one, are always hassling me about it."
"Well," Penelope began, "I don't think it's bad to be ambitious. Just as long as you keep your head along the way. I mean, it's not like you've forgotten your family and friends, have you? So, I don't see what's so bad about it."
"Thank you. I don't think there's anything wrong with it either," Percy said, and then added with a grin, "And I suppose there's really nothing wrong with dragon chasing either. Well, except, perhaps, the part where you might lose an arm."
"Percy! I wouldn't lose an arm!"
"I'm sorry. You're absolutely right. They'd probably eat your leg first." He continued to joke, feeling very much at ease with her.
"They don't all eat humans, you know!" She said with a laugh, "Weren't you paying attention to anything I said?"
"Well, it's just that you said so much of it." He teased as he started to gather his things.
"Hey!"
He laughed, "I'm only kidding you. I really did enjoy your lesson. And I do happen to recall you saying that your precious Peruvian Vipertooth do eat humans, don't they?"
"Yes, but they eat-"
"Goats and cows; I know." He concluded for her with a smile, as he rose to his feet. She jumped to her feet, as well.
"So you were paying attention!" She exclaimed excitedly. "That's so sweet of you."
Suddenly, with Penelope staring at him with her warm, bright eyes, he grew nervous, feeling his ears grow hot as the ease he felt only moments before drifted away, "Yes, well, I-" he cleared his throat and then drew himself up, "We'd better be getting to class, shouldn't we?"
"Oh, yes. We are running a bit late," she agreed a bit awkwardly herself, as the two began to walk, falling into step with one another. They were quite for awhile, until Penelope said "It sure is cold, isn't it?" She wrapped her blue and bronze scarf around her neck. "Anyway, when can you meet for another lesson?"
At this, Percy's heart skipped a beat. His opportunity had come. Now, all he had to do was follow his well planned out strategy and all should go well. It was simple. He just had to remain calm and composed. Taking a second before answering, he replied, "Well, how about Saturday?"
"Saturday's fine with me. I don't think I have anything do."
"Then Saturday it is," he concluded. They walked along quietly for a few moments. Then, mustering up all the courage he had (he was, after all, in Gryffindor), started with hesitation, "Oh, wait."
"Hmm? What is it?" She questioned, both of them stopping as Penelope turned to Percy. Percy felt himself growing very hot under his robes, even in the November cold, as he began to fidget a bit nervously in his spot.
"It's just that, I just, uh…I just remembered I can't do it on Saturday…." He stammered, his whole face growing beat red.
"Oh," Penelope glanced down disappointed. "That's okay."
"It's because, you see…uh, I'm going to the Quidditch match. It's Gryffindor vs. Slytherian. The first match of the year and all…uh…do you like Quidditch?" Percy glanced up at the sky, so he wouldn't have to look at Penelope. He could feel himself growing even more anxious, his palms beginning to sweat and his mouth extremely dry.
"I like Quidditch. It's a lot of fun-to watch that is. I've never really been one to play it."
"Yes, uh me too…I just watch…my brothers, Fred and George, they play…beaters, you know…they're pretty good…" Penelope nodded, and Percy could kill himself for rambling on, especially about Fred and George. He took a deep breath and thought to himself, okay, this is it. Your window of opportunity. Now, all you have to do is casually ask and you can't fail. "Anyway, uh…I really can't miss it…but, uh, would you like to come…?" He asked, glancing down at her slightly as he tried to keep his voice from shaking to no avail. "To the match that is? We can, uh, study there if you want…"
Penelope beamed, "Oh, sure! I'd love to go with you!" She exclaimed before blushing wildly and saying as calm as she could, "I mean, okay. It'll be fun. I mean Quidditch and studying! What could beat that, right?" She laughed nervously. "Well, I'd better be getting to class."
Percy, who had been grinning uncontrollably, grew back into his serious self at this and said, "Yes, of course. We mustn't be late. And I will see you on Saturday? We can meet a little before eleven - right outside the Quidditch field?"
"All right. I'll talk to you later, Percy. Bye!" And she turned from him and began walking to class.
"Bye." Percy called after her. He watched her, relieved, as a wave of happiness washed over him. His plan had been successful.
Penelope's Diary
November 7 - 5th Year
Percy and I are going together to the Quidditch match on Saturday! It's Gryffindor (yay!) vs. Slytherian (boo!). I'm very excited about it. Granted, it's only to study, but it's almost like a date, don't you think? Well, I guess not really. After all, we're only really friends, if that, and, as I said, we're only going to meet there to study. But I have so much fun being around him. He's even smarter than I thought he was (which is really hard to believe). Also, I really love the way he speaks. Everything he says sounds so dignified. I bet he could be talking about something like a dirty old sock and still make it sound like something significant and regal. What's more, he actually listened to my forty five minute lecture on dragons. Can you believe it? I mean, I know he must have been bored, because I know he's not really interested in dragons, but he still listened. Of course, now he probably thinks I'm nutty. I hope he doesn't. I don't think he does. But I told him that I thought Peruvian Vipertooths were cute! He must've thought I sounded nutty. Even I think I sound nutty!
Oh yeah, Percy told me about how his brother Charlie actually works with dragons in Romania. Isn't that a fantastic job? I'd love to do something like that. I'm going to talk to Professor Flitwick about it tomorrow, if I get the chance. I know it's early in the year to be asking about careers, but I'm just so curious. Percy already knows what he wants to do, though. He wants to work for the Ministry of Magic in one of the more prestigious departments and then work his way on up to the top from there. I know he can do it and not just because he's so smart. It's because he's so diligent. I can tell just from the way he speaks about it that he really wants it very badly. I think it's really quite noble of him, too, to be willing to put so much effort into reaching his goals.
But wouldn't it be just amazing if I could actually work with a Peruvian Vipertooth? I mean, I'd do anything just to see it in person, but to work with one? Of course, I know it is rather dangerous, but still. To work with one! However, I know both dad and mum would not be too pleased, although I don't know who'd be more upset. If I just say the word dragon to mum, I know she'll go hysterical. Even though she doesn't fully understand everything about the wizarding world yet, I don't think she'll have too much trouble determing what "dragon" means, especially because I talk about them all the time with her. And dad really knows how dangerous they are, so they'll be no arguing with him.
Anyway, mum and dad did send me my own copy of A History of Potions and their Uses Today, by H.M. Beade, and I'm so excited! I can't wait to start working on Professor Snape's next essay tomorrow. I started reading through it this evening. There's really so much information in it. It's really great. Actually, I've been doing really well in all my classes. I got straight Os on all my last assignments-including my potions one! Everything is just going so well. I'm just so happy.
I can't wait for Saturday! I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just keep thinking about it. All through classes today and through dinner and even when I was on prefect duty this evening, it's all that's on my mind. I had so much difficulty even concentrating on my homework. It's so strange! All I keep thinking about is Percy and the Quidditch Match on Saturday. I've never been like this with any other boy before. But Percy is special. I just-well, I just like him! I don't know. I always thought something like this would be complicated and confusing, but it's really so simple. Still, shouldn't I be concentrating on my schoolwork and my prefect duties? I mean, I'm doing so well right now; what would I do if I started doing poorly? Especially over a little thing like this. After all, I don't even think Percy likes me like that, anyway, which is really no big deal. Really. I don't mind being friends, just as long as we still spend time with each other - studying, that is. We're enjoying ourselves, so what's wrong with just keeping things the way they are?
I'm so afraid I'm going to do bad on my O.W.L.s. I know it's silly, but I just really want to do well. But, it can't hurt to go to a Quidditch match just to study, can it? I mean, Percy's very dedicated when it comes to his studies, so he must understand how I feel. Also, it's only one Saturday afternoon, so it's nothing really. And it's definitely not a date. I was just being silly before. Because, if it really was a date, then I'd have to be worrying about things like how I was going to wear my hair and what I was going to say, which I'm not worried about at all. Not at all. I'm really only worried about my school work. That's the whole point anyway, though; to study.
Well, now that that's all cleared up, I'd better be getting to bed. Goodnight!
