To whom it may concern -
I'm still undecided about whether or not I should keep wasting my time on this diary. I told Harry about how stupid it made me feel, but he insisted that I should give it time. Damn that persistant boy. I don't know why I still listen to him. I could be doing a million productive things right now, but instead I choose to write notes to myself about what's going on in my life. Harry told me that keeping this diary will teach me more about myself. I guess I'll just take his word for it.
Honestly, my life really isn't that interesting. It's been nearly a week since I last wrote, and nothing really substantial has happened at all.
The highlight of my week was our visit to Hogsmede last Saturday. I love Hogsmede in the winter. The way the snow looks on the hills and how the cold just nips at my nose; too many people take those things for granted. Luckily, It wasn't too cold, so we got to spend a lot of the time outside. When I say we, I'm referring to Harry, Ron, and I, by the way. I don't know why I just clarified that, seeing as I'm the only one who's going to be reading this, and I know what I meant when I said "we." Oh, gosh, I'm rambling again. I'll have to stop that annoying habbit. Well, anyways, we went for a walk in the snow before heading into the Three Broomsticks for a round of butterbeers. That's another thing that I really enjoy about Hogsmede: The butterbeer is incredible.
Oh, and on Monday, Gryffindor beat Slytherin at yet another quidditch match - the 3rd one of the season, in fact. This should be a wonderful thing, and believe me, it is. The only thing I'm worried about is Malfoy. He's not the best sport, to say the least, and whenever Slytherin loses (especially to Gryffindor), he's at his worst. Just this morning, Katie Bell swore there was an invisible leech in the bathtub. I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy had something to do with that - and this is just the beginning. Last time Slytherin lost, there were random bursts of fireworks in the hallway just outside of our common room. One innocent first year nearly lost an eye! Thank God for Madame Pomfrey.
I don't know what else to write, seeing as nothing has really happened. I guess I'll write later, unless I burn this stupid notebook before then.
Until then,
Hermione