September 14, 1996
When I went to practice yesterday, there was this kid on the Quidditch field who was just so cocky, I can't stand him. Stupid idiot. He thinks he's so good. Ohh, I really hope he doesn't make it to the team.
But on a positive note, today at breakfast there were these little bread bundles. I was about to serve myself some, but then Harry warned me they had mint. You see, I'm allergic to mint. Sigh. Harry's so wonderful. I would have never known it was mint - it was pink and looked more like it was made of strawberry. And it didn't smell like mint.
Harry is so awesome.
I bet Draco Malfoy would never do that for me. He's a horrible person.
Hmm...
I think I'll go and practice a bit more. I really hope I don't have anything to do; I'm too lazy to check.
September 15, 1996
Ha, guess what?
I had to write an essay for Herbology! (Due for today.)
Thankfully it was just ten inches of parchment, and I write really big, as you must've noticed. I only had to write the definition to fill the parchment, pretty much. Unlike some other essays I've had to write lately... particularly the ones for a certain proffesor I hate...
I just saw Malfoy making fun of a first year whose hair is purple-ish. Nasty git. Malfoy, I mean (of course). The guy looked really funny with his purple-ish hair and his tan skin and his brown hair and his long nose, but that's no reason to make fun of him in his face!
He's so defenless (the kid), he ought to join the DA. I think we'll reform it, but I'm not sure.
I liked the DA so much. A chance to show-off in front of Harry. It was great. And if I screwed up it was good too, because then Harry would teach me how to do it properly, concentrating his attention on me.
(React, you... Mac.)
The Chaser try-outs are one hour from now. I'm not nearly as nervous than I was when I was going to try out for Seeker. Maybe it's wrong to be this cocky, but I really think I'll get it.
...And I got it!
Woooooo...
I'm so awesome.
I got it I got it I got it.
Aren't I awesome?
And Harry was so happy for me, too. You could just tell he really appreciates me. Really appreciates me. He loves me so much. I don't need Malfoy's help!
September 16, 1996
Yesterday, when I went to sleep, I just couldn't stop thinking about the whole Malfoy's proposition thing. How could I ever even consider doing this to Harry? He wouldn't feel jealous if he saw me with Malfoy, he would feel betrayed. Harry in no way deserves this. He doesn't deserve to suffer, he's got enough with what he's got. Don't you agree? I'm such an awful person. Dreadful.
Damn.
I forgot to mention - that kid who was in the Quidditch field when I was practicing? Well, the little idiot made it to the team. Argh.
I'll admit he's good, but but... he's such a smug git. I hate people who are so cocky. Which is why I hate Draco Malfoy. He doesn't seem like he'll be much of a team player. (I'm talking about the kid who made it his name is Matt Young, because it doesn't matter if Draco Malfoy is a team player or not; he's just the Seeker.) You have to be a team player when you're a Chaser.
Stupid kid.