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"Tuesday the third,

I'll call this entry 'Mistake'

Cheap imitation

My life feels like a fake

A people person

Some days people annoy me

I'm growing edgy

Wednesday's title: Avoid Me"

-Newsboys

I am what as known as a wreck. I absolutely cannot find my knife. I am totally at my wits end. I have turned everything in my room upside down in turn to find it.

My imagination runs wild with thoughts of what has happened to it.

Harry and Ron notice I am off; I am not as I usually am.

I drum my fingers on the table in the Great Hall, staring off into space with an anxious expression, dreaming of thoughts of what possilby could I have done with my knife. I am, however, ignoring my plate of food set before me.

"Hermione, what's wrong," asked Harry as he looked up from his plate across from me. I did not answer. I did not hear him. I was so terribly wrapped in my own thoughts and anxieties that I have blocked out the world. It was only when Ron stilled my hand was I brought back to the unfortunate reality.

"Hermione, what's wrong," Harry repeated. "You're not usually this...err...jumpy or distracted."

"Oh. I was just wondering where..." I drifted off back to my worried thoughts.

"Wondering where what is," asked Ron and yet again I did not respond.

"Hermione," Harry said sharply. I jerked my eyes from the window to look at him.

"What," I asked irritably. What could possibly have happened to it? I always keep it in the same place. Every time.

"What were you wondering where you put what like Ron asked before you spaced out on us?"

"I'm fine," I sanpped. "I seem to have misplaced my unfinished Charms essay and am unable to find it. Now will you two leave me alone. I am pretty sure you haven't even started it yet."

Harry grinned sheepishly at Ron, "She's normal."

"No. She's mental," corrected Ron.

No. I'm worried, I thought as I picked at the food on my plate.

Harry joked about Draco Malfoy with our other house mates nearby and normally I would have laughed about anything ferret related but I just rolled my eyes and left the table.

Some days people annoy me.

Gods I hate the living.