Wednesday the Weird
It is true. I wake up today the day of Wednes and I have decided that I have linked Evelyn Taylor to the Hallowe'en ball for a reason. I have also decided to talk to her today. Which is a great and amazing achievement. To be fair, we are similar. In a horrible way. We are. Otherwise we couldn't be proper rivals.
Potion is finished. Madame Pomfrey is happy with it and she gave me some chocolate. Normally, this would be the highlight of my day. But not this time! Read following conversation: 'Actually, the book was very good.' 'Which book?' 'Kappas and their predator...' 'Oh, that one. The author, he's very famous in Bulgaria.' 'Is he? Is he really? I've been to Bulgaria.' 'Have you?' 'Yes. Bulgarian is very hard to understand and there were many rivers, if I recall.' 'How gripping...' 'Indeed.' And so forth. It lasted at least ten minutes. And then I made a sarcastic comment...and then she did the little gaping distraught look and shuffled away. I will have to talk to her again tomorrow.
James Potter hexed my robe so that it got twisted around my feet and I fell down the stairs. I am now in the Infirmary getting my broken ankle fixed. I am currently trying to hide this from the annoying boy next to me. My ankle hurt a lot. Especially when I began walking on it.
I was given chocolate to sedate me. I was making sarcastic comments about anything I could see such as 'those curtains are so beautiful they almost make you cry, don't they?' and 'this drink tastes delicious and I really don't feel like throwing up at all' and 'God, Madame Pomfrey, that uniform is nice, where did you buy it so that I can buy it and reduplicate it for every being on earth'...
I was annoying myself. I was glad she stuffed my mouth full with a frog. Evelyn visited me. That was a strange occurrence. We had a conversation about injuries, Frida Kahlo and then communism. It was very interesting but then I said something stupid and she made the little distraught face again and shuffled away. Even though I said sorry.
It is true. I wake up today the day of Wednes and I have decided that I have linked Evelyn Taylor to the Hallowe'en ball for a reason. I have also decided to talk to her today. Which is a great and amazing achievement. To be fair, we are similar. In a horrible way. We are. Otherwise we couldn't be proper rivals.
Potion is finished. Madame Pomfrey is happy with it and she gave me some chocolate. Normally, this would be the highlight of my day. But not this time! Read following conversation: 'Actually, the book was very good.' 'Which book?' 'Kappas and their predator...' 'Oh, that one. The author, he's very famous in Bulgaria.' 'Is he? Is he really? I've been to Bulgaria.' 'Have you?' 'Yes. Bulgarian is very hard to understand and there were many rivers, if I recall.' 'How gripping...' 'Indeed.' And so forth. It lasted at least ten minutes. And then I made a sarcastic comment...and then she did the little gaping distraught look and shuffled away. I will have to talk to her again tomorrow.
James Potter hexed my robe so that it got twisted around my feet and I fell down the stairs. I am now in the Infirmary getting my broken ankle fixed. I am currently trying to hide this from the annoying boy next to me. My ankle hurt a lot. Especially when I began walking on it.
I was given chocolate to sedate me. I was making sarcastic comments about anything I could see such as 'those curtains are so beautiful they almost make you cry, don't they?' and 'this drink tastes delicious and I really don't feel like throwing up at all' and 'God, Madame Pomfrey, that uniform is nice, where did you buy it so that I can buy it and reduplicate it for every being on earth'...
I was annoying myself. I was glad she stuffed my mouth full with a frog. Evelyn visited me. That was a strange occurrence. We had a conversation about injuries, Frida Kahlo and then communism. It was very interesting but then I said something stupid and she made the little distraught face again and shuffled away. Even though I said sorry.