November 3, 1996
I knew something wrong must've been going on when Snape told us to take out our wands.

Let me repeat that:

Snape told us to take out our wands.

Snape. Potions. Wands.

I thought something bad must've happened if Snape decided to teach us a spell. Something related to Voldemort and the War. But it wasn't.

It was something that will revolutionize the way I write essays from now on. It was a... Word-count Spell. Really. One taps the document and says "Contemot!" and for two seconds the number of the words will flash in the parchment. I'll try it right this instant...

106 words.

Sigh.

Gone are the days of writing really big to fill the parchment faster and easier. I'll still write big, though - just to spite Snape. Hehe.

I'm so bad.

Oh dammit.


November 7, 1996
My first game as a Chaser is tomorrow. I'm not nervous now - the nervousness will kick in tomorrow. But if this were a final, I'd be as nervous as it gets.

People keep looking at me weird. They always have since I'm supposed to be Draco's girlfriend and everything... but now they won't stop looking my way. I didn't know what that was all about until Luna, in an amazing moment of clarity, asked me how I felt about having to play against my "boyfriend". I said it didn't matter. It didn't matter with Just-Plain-'Loser' Corner - it will matter much less with Draco! Only I didn't tell her that last bit.

Although I do think, like l did last year, that it's rather convenient to have a friend on the opposite team, because you can't lose! If you win, it's obviously good; if you lose, it's good too, because then you can celebrate with your friend. Ha. I know some Ravenclaws, so it was cool last year - even if it wasn't with Corner. Idiot.

But Slytherin's Slytherin.

And Draco isn't really my boyfriend.

So it's not cool.

But Harry will beat him to the dust anyway. Even if he's still a little rusty. Even if it was very close last year, so I reckon Draco's gotten better. There's still the Firebolt! Not that Harry needs it, he's a natural.

Off to sleep...


November 8, 1996
Pfft.

Smug brat.

Now I understand Corner. A little bit. He's still a whiny git, though.

But I didn't have such stupid little smug expression in my face when we won last year!

Or did I?

Yeah, yeah, Slytherin won. Shut it. I'm not happy.


November 9, 1996
Ohh, I wish I could break up with him!

I know I'm acting just like Michael last year - but, does Malfoy really have to reference yesterday's match every chance he's got! And every chance he's not got, too. Dammit!


November 11, 1996
I guess Draco must've told his mum about me being mad at him, even though I wasn't, because I'm not petty like that. That's just for losers like Michael Corner. Anyway, today Draco gave me this one beautiful flower - no, "beautiful" doesn't cut it. It's stunning. Gorgeous. Magical. It's got so much petals, and every color possible. And it kind of glows. Its scent is so nice, too! Plus, Draco told me it would last a long time. And that isn't everything...

The one truly surprising thing about this flower is that it isn't literally magical. Or at least, it isn't enchanted. It's organic. I wouldn't have believed it if Neville hadn't confirmed it.

Amazing.

But now it shall be squashed between these pages. I seriously don't want to, but Maddy thinks it's a good idea. Because it's "rooooomaaaantic". Oh please. What a waste of flower.

She really has set her mind out, however - so I better put it here myself before she opens this book herself to put it. And God knows I don't want that!