June 4, Thursday

7:05 a.m. Eating croissant in quarters.

Have survived N.E.W.T.S considerably unscathed, but am a nervous wreak until the Wizarding Examinations Authority decides to gives us our results on the 11th. How could it possibly take them an entire week to get my results back? By them, am referring to whoever the WEA actually enlists to do their dirty work which could be anyone from disgruntled former strippers to children rescued from Bosnian sweatshops only to be forced to work a grueling 23 hour work day with a quill and a test key. Either way, am not very confident in their ability. If they aren't in top physical and mental condition, they could make a mistake, preventing me from having the top N.E.W.T.S I truly deserve. Should have seen this coming and spent wasted efforts with S.P.E.W. on W.E.A. workers (would have been more grateful and less obnoxious, for sure).

June 5, Friday

9:00 a.m.

Went to breakfast this morning, only to find Harry and Ron beside themselves discussing the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Attempted mind over body thing as far as growing earplugs but was unsuccessful. But out of peripheral vision, thought I caught Professor Lupin starring at me. Of course, only snuck brief glance as I pretended to say something to Neville. Have been avoiding any and all eye contact with aforementioned Professor since dreaded Friday Night Of Embarrassment which in humble opinion, was so traumatic, that it should be declared a holiday and celebrated on the 8th of May each year by means of declaring victim and stealing their clothes before shoving them in front of a crowd of strangers, sharing pictures of them in tub as baby with potential dates, and finally feeding them Veritaserum in front of friends and family before inquiring about first sexual experience. Then, and only then, will I feel that my embarrassment has been shared.

Was brought back to Earth by a hopeful voice. "So, you're going. Right, 'Mione?" Looked at Harry and Ron who were in turn looking at me quite expectedly.

"Going where?" asked feebly and was rewarded with a response of disappointed sighs and hands thrown in the air quite dramatically as they had realized I was simply pretending to pay attention.

"To stay with us at the Quidditch World Cup. Lupin has himself a monster of a tent right near the pitch and invited all of us to stay."

Feigned disinterest as heart leaped out of chest and into Harry's milk. Quickly put it back into place and came back to rooms. Will not go. Will be too awkward.

11:00

Will go as is great opportunity. Love wilderness and friends. Will have fun.

11:15

No. Am not going. Hate Quidditch. Despise Quidditch.

11:30

What does one wear to the Quidditch World Cup at my age? Wonder if (hope) tent is small enough that sleeping arrangements will have to be compromised.

June 9, Friday

10:30PM Hiding in nook between bed and wardrobe.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, Luna, and their according counterparts are all rioting outside door demanding that I accompany them on not so secret celebratory escapade. As Head Girl and appointed representative of Hogwarts' staff, simply cannot blatantly break rules.

June 10, Saturday

4:05 a.m.

Luurrrve frrreeends.

11:00 a.m. Back in quarters, but not quite sure how.

Will never, ever drink again. Feel like absolute poo. Giant, bushy haired, hungover, poo. Body has somehow turned against self, and feels like its rejecting all internal organs. Hate Glenchy, whoever he may be, and his bloody rum. Oh god, having flashbacks. Am going to be sick...

11:30 a.m In bed.

Feel slightly better after regurgitating everything eaten within the past two weeks. Feel lighter as well, but bulimic in same manner. Prefer keeping food in stomach once ingested.

After practically being kidnapped from quarters last night, was snuck through passageways to Hogsmeade via the Maurauder's Map all the meanwhile discussing the fact that we were all eighteen (except for Ginny, of course) thus, could theoretically walk into The Hog's Head or Three Broomsticks and demand as much alcohol as we could handle. Though, as we stood cramped underneath Harry's Invisibility Cloak and poorly concocted Invisibility Charms in the alley, decided that sneaking out and running into Madame Rosmerta or anyone connected to Hogwarts' was hardly being inconspicuous as House Cup was still on the line. Finally settled on electing Luna to approach a haggard looking old woman and bribe her into buying us liquor. Thought all was going well as she reappeared out of the Hog's Head with two extraordinarily large bottles of rum under each sweaty armpit.

"Ten galleons." She muttered.

"That's ridiculous!" I shouted, pointing at the price tag on the cap of one bottle, "The label says it only costs 2 Galleons a piece. So we will give you Four Galleons and another for your trouble."

This was obviously a very reasonable argument on my part but the Scary Woman With No Obvious Signs Of Teeth evidently disagreed as she demanded Harry's entire bag of money in exchange for not going to straight to the Headmaster. Tried to give my best apologetic look as Harry reluctantly handed over his bag.

Shortly thereafter, Ron was drunkenly standing on a table in the Shrieking Shack doing an impression of himself as an Auror, fighting, well, himself before falling off and landing most helplessly on his arse causing incessant giggling as Luna, Neville, Ginny, Harry and I finished off the rest of the two bottles of Glenchy's Rum. Can't recall much else, but have sneaking suspicion that cat (or werewolf, in this case) was let out of bag in an instance of drunken, verbal diarrhea.

June 11, Sunday

4:30 a.m.

Bloody hell, how can one possibly sleep when she knows that in a matter of three hours, her life will be changed for better or worse? No, am not referring to pregnancy test results but something much more important that doesn't result in little blob for child who cant talk nor use toilet and only grows up to spend your money and hope they can get a profit from your house when they put you in a nursing home. N.E.W.T.S. results will be delivered with morning owls and can hardly be expected to sleep, although since the sun isn't even up, suppose I will try.

4:50 a.m.

Tried to sleep- just very unsuccessfully. Perhaps will read.

6:00 a.m.

Have read everything in room (rather, flipped through books reading paragraph here or there as cannot concentrate on anything). Oh, maybe Ginny or Luna is awake.

6:20 a.m.

Note to self: Ginny is not quite as enthused about test results as I, being that she is quite grumpy and throwing inanimate objects at anyone who knocks on the Sixth Year dormitory door. Found that her usual dorm mates are sleeping on the floor of the common room and decided to leave her to her own devices.

8:01 a.m.

Am queen of the world. Have just received top N.E.W.T.S in every subject. Thank you disgruntled strippers, and Bosnian children from the W.E.A., I love you.

5:00 p.m.

Was packing things in preparation to leave tomorrow when Minerva (who permits me to call her that as she is no longer my teacher) came by to congratulate me. Was very flattered as she is quite possibly one of the smartest women I have ever met but then she asked what I plan to do after Hogwarts'. Realize that have been so busy achieving top marks that have no idea what to with them now that I have them. Am I destined to be old bag lady wandering around Muggle London pushing a cart muttering about getting top N.E.W.T.S. and being brightest witch of my year as I eat cat food from aluminum can as I still will have not figured out what to do with life?