January 15,
Ran into Justin in the pub. Alright, that's not entirely true, I knew he'd be there. He's been there every night since I got in town. He had his hackles up from the very beginning again. I don't know why I thought he'd be any more forgiving than everyone else. Because he's a Hufflepuff perhaps? Of course I noticed how nice he was to girls at Hogwarts. I didn't follow him around noticing of course, but one can't miss it when it's pouring sleet at Hogsmead and he gives his girl his own cloak on top of her own and goes without himself. And then Draco only laughs at sopping wet and half frozen hair on my part. A girl can't help but notice the goofy grin plastered on his face all the time, and how utterly genuine it is. How disgusting.
He was going on about anti-violence all day and in the end we argued about it. It's obvious he hasn't lost anyone yet. Not like the rest of it. When he does, then he'll understand. I only hope he doesn't get an Auror killed because of it first. Stupid git. I hate optimists.
There's nobody for me here and it's desolate. I hate to think I may have latched on to this airhead. I've got to watch myself.
Pansy
AN: If anyone's stopping in to read this, it would be lovely if you'd review for me. I intend to keep writing of course, as it's an exercise for myself, however I'd really love to hear some thoughts, particularly helpful criticism.
Ran into Justin in the pub. Alright, that's not entirely true, I knew he'd be there. He's been there every night since I got in town. He had his hackles up from the very beginning again. I don't know why I thought he'd be any more forgiving than everyone else. Because he's a Hufflepuff perhaps? Of course I noticed how nice he was to girls at Hogwarts. I didn't follow him around noticing of course, but one can't miss it when it's pouring sleet at Hogsmead and he gives his girl his own cloak on top of her own and goes without himself. And then Draco only laughs at sopping wet and half frozen hair on my part. A girl can't help but notice the goofy grin plastered on his face all the time, and how utterly genuine it is. How disgusting.
He was going on about anti-violence all day and in the end we argued about it. It's obvious he hasn't lost anyone yet. Not like the rest of it. When he does, then he'll understand. I only hope he doesn't get an Auror killed because of it first. Stupid git. I hate optimists.
There's nobody for me here and it's desolate. I hate to think I may have latched on to this airhead. I've got to watch myself.
Pansy
AN: If anyone's stopping in to read this, it would be lovely if you'd review for me. I intend to keep writing of course, as it's an exercise for myself, however I'd really love to hear some thoughts, particularly helpful criticism.