January 8th , afternoon, History of Magic
I really don't like this class, but I decided to take it because it's an easy N.E.W.T. Great motivation, isn't it? Oh well, all I have to do is charm my pen to take the notes for me, and I'm good.
Alright...now for the personality profile I delayed yesterday. My name is Katie Bell, I'm a seventh year, and...oh, fudge. Forget it, this is stupid. The only person who is going to see this is me, and I already know everything about me. Isn't that reassuring? I thought so.
These first few days after Christmas vacation have been awful. Coming back to school after not having classes for two weeks is REALLY hard. And what makes it worse is that everything is harder now. It seems like the teachers have finally realized that this is N.E.W.T year, and now they have to buckle down in order to have us learn everything we have to. Sure, that isn't such a hard thing for them, but I have so much homework, I'm going to be up all night, like Harry Potter. I swear, that kid has more homework than I do. It seems like he stays up all night doing homework. At least I think he's doing homework. That Hermione girl stays up with him sometimes so you nev...
Whoops. Binns floated over while I was writing that sentence, and I didn't like where it was going, so I stopped writing it. Man, I got off topic. Where was I? Oh yeah, homework. Ah, who wants to talk about homework. Not me. So let's pick a different one, shall we?
Oooh! Just thought of one! Harry said that D.A. would meet tonight, and that'll give me something to look forward to. Fred will be there...maybe I can be his partner! No, he doesn't like me that way. I shouldn't get my hopes up. He'll probably partner with Angelina. Boy, I seem to be obsessed with her, don't I? It's just that she dictates such a big part of my life, and I hardly ever go anywhere where I don't see her. Not that that's a bad thing, but I like my privacy, that is, when I'm alone. I don't like privacy when other people are around. Wait, that didn't make sense. I should probably stop writing. I'm blabbering. I'm out.