September 1, 1996
Pumpkin Juice!
Why do the Hogwarts House Elves - or Dumbledore? whoever is in charge of making the decision - insist on serving pumpkin juice? I'm bloody tired of pumpkin juice. Why can't we have orange juice? Or grape? Lemonade? How about Brandee Dee's Fruit Mix? You know, juice made of fruits? But, nooooo, we must have pumpkin juice all the bloody time!
For breakfast: Pumpkin Juice
For lunch: Pumpkin Juice
For dinner: Pumpkin Juice
Oh, joy!
And sorry if the word 'bloody' offended you. My brothers, you know. Bad influence, Mum says.
I bet you're wondering what happened on the train, huh? Aren't you??
Well... brace yourself... because nothing happened.
You'd think that Malfoy hating us Weasleys, and me being a Weasley, obviously, since I just wrote "us Weasleys" - would try to hurt me. No. Not even an insult, except for that joke about my "little condition"... which wasn't even funny. He just talked about some nonsense, and his cronies, as Ron calls them, just said some stupid things when they didn't have their mouths full, because Malfoy would insult them and make this face when they talked with their mouths full...
I did notice, however, that Malfoy didn't mention anything about how he spent the holidays. Ha.
Unless, of course, I missed his exciting tale about his exciting summer holiday adventures when I left the compartment to change into my robes...
Could be.
Doubt it.
Ron and Harry actually noticed that I got off the train right after Draco Malfoy & Co. But I just told them: "I think they were in the compartment right across mine - I overheard Malfoy saying something about you getting it, Harry," in this carefree tone.
Malfoy didn't even say such a thing. But, they were satisfied with my answer.
I am so good at lying.
And you still need a name.
After careful consideration, I have decided to name you...
Mac!
Yes, yes, I know, it's very simple and common - and I like it that way.
Mac, Mac, Mac.
Alright. To be fair, I'll make it stand for something...
Memoirs... and...
...Class?
Er...
Mermaids...?
Centaurs...
Mmm.. mm.. mm..
This is bad.
Magic and Chasing.
"Mac" will stand for "Magic And Chasing". I know the "and"s are suppossed to be ignored... but, hey, it works! If I ever publish this, I'll call it "MAC: of Magic And Chasing". Really nice, no?September 3, 1996
The teachers have set out to scare the ghost out of us.
Flitwick: The O.W.L.s will influence your future careers! If you haven't thought about that, well, you should! And while you're at it, work, work, work!
McGonagall: You won't pass a single O.W.L. if you don't practice and study.
Snape: Pass the Potions O.W.L.s or die.
Professor Firenze didn't say anything, nor did he give any homework, at least. He's so good-looking (understatement), even with his four legs and tail. I'm so glad that I ignored Ron and listened to Luna!
Look, a rat! I think I can use it to practice the Vanishing spell.September 6, 1996
Oh, this is too much.
Vanishing that rat took me so much time and effort, I completely forgot about the Potions essay due for Monday. I remembered it when I saw Colin Creevey finishing it in the Common Room. I went to Harry, since Hermione was helping Ron and Neville on something, and told him about my predicmanet. Predicament. I told him about my predicament, hoping he would find it in his heart to help me.
Do you know what he did, Mac?
Do you know what he did?
The prat just said, "I'd ask a friend who already did it for help if I were you."
Well! Didn't he do it when he was in fifth year, and isn't he my friend, plus he had nothing to do!
But I just said: "I think I'll do that. Thanks, Harry." And he replied: "No problem," and went on being spaced out.
I imagine I should practice my sarcastic tone.
Or go to library and start on the essay.
But, oh, how could he? If he ever asked me for help, I would help him without thinking about it twice. Case in point: The Department of Mysteries incident.
I'm not blaming him, though. For not helping. I reckon he's busy...
You're right. I did say that he wasn't doing anything...
Pffft.
And yesterday... you should've seen him. Parvati Patil receives Witch-teen Weekly Magazine, and there was this very pretty girl - alright, she was veela-like - who was wearing a plain black robe with a purple scarf tied around her waist, a Hogwarts badge in her chest, and a multi-colored hat (red, green, yellow, and blue) - in the cover, and both Ron and Harry were all over her.
Ron didn't surprise me, but Harry? He's mine, and he isn't allowed to gape at other girls!
Think I'm overreacting, huh?
Well...
I'll forgive that.
But I won't forgive him not helping me, when I was so obviously agonizing at the prospect of not being able to turn the essay in.
And besides, he was clearly thinking about something. Something important. Why didn't he talk to me about it? You'd think that after we bonded during summer, and I became his... person who listens to him, he'd trust with me with anything. Y'know, just as I trusted him on the whole fake Dean Thomas situation...
More on that later.
But hear/read this: Harry'll come round. Someday. You'll see.
Mwahahaha.