A/N: Yeah, I know, that last chapter was terrible. I'm a little rusty,
bear with me?
Date: You know what? I don't know why I bother with even putting a space for the date in this thing. I'm usually too incensed to remember.
Mood: Incensed. Big surprise.
Well, well, well. Who's laughing now?
NOT ME!
Who honestly thought that sixth year would be easy, and then had the stupidity to say that in front of The Bat himself? Hannah Abbott, of course. Who else?! Everybody drones and whines about Neville Longbottom's idiocy, yet he is far too afraid of Batty dearest to so much as squeak in front of him.
Hannah has no such reserve.
Alright, here we go.
It's the day after I got my diary back, and my first lesson was Potions. Now, I'm nice and irritated already because of the whole diary thing, and the last thing I need is for Batty to be in a bad mood. Which, to start with, he wasn't.
Well, not in much of a bad mood, he's always in some kind of pet.
Anyway, he seemed to be quite happy simply to lecture us on how important this potion (some kind of stuff that makes you go all weird and giggly. Must find way to administer it to Draco.) was going to be in our overall OWL scores. Showed us the ingredients and procedure on the board, and so on.
Unfortunately for the rest of us, Hannah decided she wouldn't read the very complicated, if short, instructions, and simply comment straight away. "So, the OWL's are going to be easy then, if all the potions are this short?"
Dumb girl. Batty flew into a rage at this, calling us all a load of glassy eyed fools who were not prepared for even the simplest of tests. Then he proceeded to give us more homework than any sane person could manage! Die Hannah, Die!
Then in the corridors after class, disaster struck. Well, actually I struck disaster...with a book.
"...And then father says to me, that Madame Cantus was sure to give me top grades. Some silly business about her daughter being so...enamored....with me!"
Bang.
I Threw the first book my hand could find at Draco Malfoy. Then realized a split second later that it was my diary.
DAMN DAMN DAMN!
By the time I got over there to take it back, he had realized exactly what precious jewel had been thrown at him. And, he began to read. Out loud. Out very loud.
"Dear Diary..." Do I ever start with dear dairy?! HELL NO!
"I'm falling more and more in love with Draco every day..." Oh no....?
"I can't stop thinking about him-"Yes, we can see where this is going can't we?
"I wish he would pay more attention to me, but he just doesn't seem to notice..."
What did I do? Well, let's just say that he noticed me then. Me and my textbooks.
Date: You know what? I don't know why I bother with even putting a space for the date in this thing. I'm usually too incensed to remember.
Mood: Incensed. Big surprise.
Well, well, well. Who's laughing now?
NOT ME!
Who honestly thought that sixth year would be easy, and then had the stupidity to say that in front of The Bat himself? Hannah Abbott, of course. Who else?! Everybody drones and whines about Neville Longbottom's idiocy, yet he is far too afraid of Batty dearest to so much as squeak in front of him.
Hannah has no such reserve.
Alright, here we go.
It's the day after I got my diary back, and my first lesson was Potions. Now, I'm nice and irritated already because of the whole diary thing, and the last thing I need is for Batty to be in a bad mood. Which, to start with, he wasn't.
Well, not in much of a bad mood, he's always in some kind of pet.
Anyway, he seemed to be quite happy simply to lecture us on how important this potion (some kind of stuff that makes you go all weird and giggly. Must find way to administer it to Draco.) was going to be in our overall OWL scores. Showed us the ingredients and procedure on the board, and so on.
Unfortunately for the rest of us, Hannah decided she wouldn't read the very complicated, if short, instructions, and simply comment straight away. "So, the OWL's are going to be easy then, if all the potions are this short?"
Dumb girl. Batty flew into a rage at this, calling us all a load of glassy eyed fools who were not prepared for even the simplest of tests. Then he proceeded to give us more homework than any sane person could manage! Die Hannah, Die!
Then in the corridors after class, disaster struck. Well, actually I struck disaster...with a book.
"...And then father says to me, that Madame Cantus was sure to give me top grades. Some silly business about her daughter being so...enamored....with me!"
Bang.
I Threw the first book my hand could find at Draco Malfoy. Then realized a split second later that it was my diary.
DAMN DAMN DAMN!
By the time I got over there to take it back, he had realized exactly what precious jewel had been thrown at him. And, he began to read. Out loud. Out very loud.
"Dear Diary..." Do I ever start with dear dairy?! HELL NO!
"I'm falling more and more in love with Draco every day..." Oh no....?
"I can't stop thinking about him-"Yes, we can see where this is going can't we?
"I wish he would pay more attention to me, but he just doesn't seem to notice..."
What did I do? Well, let's just say that he noticed me then. Me and my textbooks.