A/N: Yess… two chapters in two days! Exciting. I really don't like this chapter, actually. I wrote most of it at three in the morning with a cat trying to sit on my face. Oh well. I'm too lazy to re-write it. So... two chapters in two days! Plus it's still the beginning of the day, so I can get well on my way into the next chapter as well…

October 3rd
Dear Galaderwalderwitz
After deciding that scarf-folding definitely wasn't my thing, I scurried off to the library, to find James and Sirius, and to do my homework. And possibly make then do their homework.

Anyway, the nub and thrust is, I was going to the library to hide from Lily and her mental scarf-folding friends.

That is when I found something disturbing. Very disturbing.

James and Sirius were in the 'Old Witch Weekly Section.' (That's obviously not what it's called- and it's not even supposed to be there, it's just a stack of old Witch Weekly's that older(ish) girls keep, and has been accumulating over the years.)

"Did you find any interesting articles in that one?" James asked Sirius, looking up from the magazine in his lap.

"No… I'm taking this fascinating quiz, though… I Are Your Standards Too High/I " Sirius replied. I couldn't see their expressions, because I was behind them. And they obviously didn't know I was there, because they continued on with their conversation.

"Well?" James asked, peering over at it. "Are they?"

"Apparently." Sirius sounded a little puzzled. " You're a picky about your boys; you always aim for the best of the best. " Sirius read out loud.

"Try lowering your standards a little. After all, that quiet boy behind who sits behind you in Potions could be just what the doctor ordered." James finished, over his shoulder.

"Remmie sits behind me in Potions," Sirius said thoughtfully.

"Hmmm," James said, in a sort-of agreement thing.

"So… what do you think? Is Remmie a chocolate guy or a flowers guy?"

I decided I did not want to hear the rest of this conversation, and shuffled off quietly.

I might as well get this out of my system: GAH ICK BLEH AHH UGH WAAAHHHH.

There. I'm done.

Later
For the record, I'm a chocolate guy.

Later
Though I like those white roses… they're nifty.

Later
WHAT the HECK am I talking about?

October 5th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz
Potions today was… eventful. Rather than actually make a potion, like we are supposed to, we got a long lecture on the importance of safety procedures when working with potions (you can fully blame that one on James and Sirius).

As you can imagine, that is not the most exciting lesson. I was bored out of MIND (even though you might protest that I was already out of my mind)(who am I kidding, you are a diary, you can't protest), and was fiddling absently with my wand.

I can't remember what I did, but I accidentally shrunk Professor Bellamy's robes. Not a whole lot, in fact, he didn't even notice, but I'm sure every student in the class was staring at where hairy leg gave into horribly tacky socks. And I do mean HORRIBLY tacky socks.

They were PLAID.

Ew.

As you can imagine, most of the students (ie, Gryffindors) were either shocked (and appalled) at the hairiness of the leg or the horribly naff socks, or basically fighting to keep from laughing out loud.

Of course, to every rose has its thorn. Or it's snake, if you've been reading Shakespeare.

Near the front of the room, a hand shot up in the air. A greasy, unbathed hand, one that was attached to a ginormous nose and over greasy hair. Not directly, obviously – argh you know what I mean.

It was The Big Nosed Kid (aka My Sworn Enemy (aka Severus Snape)(ish))!

"…And it is always inappropriate to run while holding boiling – Yes, Mr. Snape?" Professor Bellamy said absently, not changing his bored-with-his-own-lecture tone.

"Lupin shrunk your robes." The little whiner reported. I suddenly felt very cold. Yes, I get afraid just at the thought of getting in trouble. Anyway, I quickly tried to come up with an excuse. Unfortunately, I am not gifted in the thinking up excuses department.

Bellamy looked down at his robes, at his hairy legs, and at his naff socks. "No, these are just my short ones," He said boredly and continued on with his boring lecture. I was speechless. Not that I would have talked in class anyway, but you get the point.

I didn't even get in trouble.

And what's more, Professor Bellamy's legs are covered in hairy forests. I swear you could see things MOVING in there!

Ew.

I had to eat a bunch of chocolate to make myself not feel sick. (Don't ask me how that works.)

October 6th/7th (ish)
Middle of the Night
Dear Galaderwalderwitz
Nightwish dropped me off a little gift. Of course, I was asleep at the time, (being as it is the middle of the night) and did not get to appreciate it until it started wriggling its way into my bedclothes.

I have once again barricaded myself in the loo.

I will light candles, sing jolly songs, read, dance like a loon, learn to play the lute, do whatever I want, but rest assured, there will be no sleep for me tonight after that traumatizing experience. (Shudder.) I never want to see another rodent in my life.

Uck… it is too smelly in here. I cannot stay in here. I suppose I could venture back into the dorm room… as long as I don't go anywhere near my bed. That thing might still be in it! Waiting for it's next unsuspecting victim (ie, me,) to crawl all snug and warm under the covers, and then… er… what exactly could a little rodent (I think it was a mouse? I don't know… as you can imagine, I didn't stick around.) do? Tunnel in your navel, I suppose.

It doesn't matter. It's creepy and icky and (probably) smelly and I do not want it in my bed.

But I'm tiiireeeedddd… I'll just sleep on the floor. It's warm enough… I don't need my blankets.

Later
"…Remmie?" It was Sirius.

"Mmmhhmmm?"

"...What are you doing?"

"Sleeping."

Sirius raised a mental eyebrow. Or something. I imagined him raising an eyebrow, maybe… something weird like that. "Why are you on the floor?"

"There's a mouse in my bed."

"Why is there a mouse in your bed?"

"Nightwish put it there. Don't annoy me; I don't want to have to kill you this early in the morning." By now, I was completely awake. Well, not completely. But completely enough to function properly.

"You're afraid of sleeping with a mouse?" Sirius was really beginning to bug me.

"I swear, Sirius, if you are just going to make fun of me, you will be headed to the hospital with tentacles on your face."

"…You can sleep in my bed, if you want."

"No!"

"Why?"

"You're sleeping in your bed." Good grief. Sirius is quite possibly the dimmest person I know. Wait, I'm lying. Peter's dimmer.

"I can sleep on the floor."

"No."

"Why not?"

"…You're stupid, go to sleep."

It's really weird, but I swear that's how our conversation went.

Morning
Got up. Threw a textbook at Nightwish. Went to brekkie. The story of my life.

October 8th
History of Magic
Dear Galaderwalderwitz
I was quite right when I said Professor Binns's life was nearly over. I'm not bringing this up because he caked on the homework; he literally died last night. Mind you, I don't think he noticed – still came to class, bored us bonkers like nothing had changed, even though for a while we were staring at him with our mouths hanging open.

We got over it though, and rather quickly. The normal haze over the classroom has returned.

October 9th
Dear G,
Bloody hell. I completely forgot tonight is the full moon! I'll have to lure James and Sirius (and Peter, by default) away so I can escape without question.

In my little Werewolf hut
Haha, no one (or, at least not James and Sirius) can resist the temptation of a large bowl of lime-flavour jelly. Whether they are going to eat it, spread it on people's beds, or fill socks with it and sling them at people, I don't know, and what's more, I don't care.

That is because 'my mother is ill.'

Good grief, I'm hungry. I should have eaten more.

Oh, it's getting dark. I better put you away…

October 10th
Tips for being a werewolf:

1.Eat well before you transform.
2.Do NOT bring leather-covered diary with you to transform, especially if you are really hungry.

That's right. RIP Galaderwalderwitz. I accidentally ate it.

But I did get a new diary (that would be you) from Madam Pomfrey. I hereby dub thee Galaderwalderwitz the second.

October 11th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz II
There's nothing to do in this place, once you're done your homework, and if you don't want to be dragged all around everywhere by the two most bonkers people in the universe. (You get three guesses who I'm talking about.) I happened to mention this to my other less-loony pallys, Lily, Louise and Jenni.

I said, "Have you noticed how exceptionally crap it is here?"

"There are plenty of things to do here. You just have to make things happen. You can't just sit around expecting something interesting to lie down in from of you." Louise told me. "And you tend to exaggerate."

"You could always fold scarves with me," Jenni said thoughtfully.

"No, I think I'll pass on that one." I said, that edged away back into my dorm room.

Midnight
Hoot hoot. Scuffle scuffle. Root root. Hey, Louise is right, this is fantastic! There's an all night party going on right outside the window! I would join in, but sadly I am not a badger.

October 12th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz II
Nightwish came prancing in. I say prancing, rather than flying, as a normal owl would, because he sort of hitches a ride on the back of Holly. I don't know how a zombie can carry a bird that is probably three times her weight, but she does. They go everywhere like that.

Ugh, Nightwish smells awful. I think he's been rubbing in fox poo or dead voles again or something. He seems think its some sort of really attractive aftershave.

It's really not.

And that's my day. Happy Friday, everyone! Sorry, I forgot the confetti.

October 13th
Dear G II,
Ughh. I really don't like hanging out with girls. It's all giggles, makeup, boys and… that's it, actually.

I'd go see what the Marauders (it's much to long to say Sirius, James and Peter) are up to, but unfortunately it's not much better, with James stalking Lily, Peter having some sort of poo explosion, and Sirius singing "Dancing bean! Dancing been! Feel the touch of tangerine!"

Oh yes, sounds like brilliant fun.

So usually I sit with Lily and crew. I don't say anything, just smile like an imbecile if anyone looks at me, because I really don't have anything to say to,

"Oh, that 6th year Hufflepuff is so gorgey! He is my one and only super duper pash!" Which is basically what is said all day. Half the time I can't understand what they're talking about anyway.

I would go in the dorm and whine about being alone, but I think Peter had another accident in there. Plus I think Nightwish and Holly are having some sort of ritual demonic summoning or something. Because everyone knows that's what owls and cats do together. They summon the forces of Hell.

October 16th
Dear Galaderwalderwitz II
My hair is getting too long. It's always in my eyes these days. I am in dire need of a hair cut.

I want to cut it, but Sirius won't let me. He says 'it looks cool.'I don't see what's so 'cool' about having great clumps of hair stabbing in your eyes, (but then, I can't really see much) going blind and walking into everything, crushing small children and elderly pensioners as you lumber your way about, trying to find the loo.

"No, Sirius is right, it looks nifty." James agreed. What does he know about hair? His looks like he put a bush on his head, except not as nice looking.

"I can give you a trim, if you'd like… but your hair does have a cool style." Sirius said. I looked at him strangely. His hair looks like a longer version of James's, except cleaner.

"I'll pass." I said, not wanting to put my head, scissors, and one of these loons in the same room. Sirius shrugged, and Peter made some incomprehensible squeaking.

So now I always have to swish my hair to one side to be able to see out of one eye. I think I might go blind in the other, but whatever works. Maybe if I grow it let out, I can keep it in a ponytail. (Not that my hair is anywhere near that length yet.) But then I'd look more like a girl then I already do. Which would be quite unfortunate, as I am obviously not a girl.