January 10th, morning, before breakfast
I was so tired yesterday that I almost slept through breakfast. D.A. went a lot longer than we had expected, and then I had piles of homework, and...well, you get the picture. And to top it all off, Fred wasn't even there the night before last. Neither was George. But I'm feeling better today.
Quidditch practice tonight. And I would look forward to it, except that ever since Umbridge banned all of our best players from the field, (namely Fred, George and Harry) we've been the worst of all four teams. Ron has some talent, and he shows it occasionally during practice, but during the actual games, he's scared senseless. Those Slytherins really get him nervous. And the new beaters are nowhere near as good as Fred and George. But Ginny's actually fairly decent at Seeker. We haven't lost quite as badly since she's been on the team.
There I go again, talking about Quidditch. But I love it, so it doesn't matter, does it? Of course not.
(later, Arithmancy) Never mind what I said about feeling better. If I have to listen to my Arithmancy Professor's soporific voice any longer, I'll fall asleep. And if I fall asleep, then I'll drool. And that would be embarrassing, so I'm writing this to keep myself awake. I don't think it's working. Maybe I'll just put my head down...
(later, detention) That was extremely stupid of me. Falling asleep in class? How could I have let myself? And now I've got detention. At least the professor isn't making me do menial labour. Just making me sit here and think about how wrong it is to fall asleep in class, while he takes a quick nap in his armchair. How ironic. I think I'll do some homework.
(later, still detention) The professor still hasn't woken up. And it's past curfew. I'm going back to the commons room. G'night.