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Chapter 5
Wednesday October 31
Great Hall, 6:08 PM
That was scary. An omen. A message from a higher being. Or just some very confused bats. I was just staring around at the Hallowe'en feast tonight, and I swear, the bats fluttered into a formation that said, 'Ginny Meet Me'. Of course, it could have been any of the other Ginnys in this school...and who is 'Me'? Oh, I have a hunch, but monkeys'll come flying out of my butt before I meet him.
Friday November 2
Dormitory, 8:10 PM
So bored! I need someone to snog. Colin? No. Definitely not. Disturbing... I've been thinking... maybe he was trying to prove something with that kiss? I'd never tell anyone this, but I'd swear he's gay. The way he STARES at Harry...reminds me of the way I used to stare. V. peculiar.
Saturday November 3
Common Room, 6:09 PM
We did our vital measurements a few minutes ago. Here's how we measured up:
Portia
Chest: perfect
Legs: long and perfect
Bum: perfect
Waist: perfect
Hips: perfect
She's perfect. Totally unfair.
Marie
Chest: rather large
Legs: a bit stumpy
Bum: meaty
Waist: soft
Hips: porky
Honestly, she's not fat, just curvy and has that kind of bone structure.
Diana
Chest: small
Legs: v. long
Bum: small
Waist: thin
Hips: tiny
She's petite and not curvy. But she still has a nice body. Why won't she seduce boys like any normal girl her age?
Mellie
Chest: Average
Legs: A bit on the thick side
Bum: Average
Waist: Average
Hips: Average
Well, she's quite normal, though she does have sturdy legs.
Me
Chest: invisible
Legs: too short
Bum: non-existent
Waist: can't find it
Hips: too small
I'm shaped like a boy, I have no body. I look anorexic. Must eat more, especially more fatty foods. Perhaps will go on chocolate diet.
Sunday November 4
Dormitory, 10:09 AM
Seem to be unable to get out of bed, re: chocolate diet. I feel so sick. Have officially quit chocolate diet. The one diet that I could actually live with makes me ill. Stomach is churning, I think I might vomit. Urgh.
Monday November 5
Breakfast, 7:47 AM
No letters from Draco. In fact, I haven't heard a thing from him since last Sunday, Hallowe'en omen excluded.
Ron and Harry are v. immature. Ron actually stuck a piece of bread IN Harry's ear. Then Harry stuck the end of his spoon up Ron's nose. And Hermione thought it was FUNNY! V. disgusting. I thought she was more ladylike than THAT.
Tuesday November 6
Common Room, 8:09 PM
I asked Harry where Hermione was because I needed help with homework.
"She's in her dormitory," he said.
"I checked, she isn't there," I replied.
"No, I don't think you did. You haven't left the tower all evening."
"What do you mean? Where else would her dormitory be?"
"Durrh," he said, "she's Head Girl, she obviously sleeps in the Head People dormitory."
"Oh. Where is it? And how do I get in?" I asked.
He looked at me. "You know that door on the second floor that nobody ever opens? Just knock on the wall about four feet down, towards the tapestry, and Hermione will let you in. After that you can get in by yourself, but the room has to err... know... that you're not an enemy."
"Thanks," I said.
I'm going to go grab my bag and will be back as soon as I can get the answers out of her.
Dormitory, 9:13 PM
I went there and knocked and then the door opened. But it wasn't Hermione who opened it. It was DRACO! He's living in the same place as Hermione! How can they stand each other?
He just let me in and called Hermione. He didn't even look at me or try to talk to me! Maybe he doesn't like me any more? But why not? I mean, it was annoying having a stalker, but when he IGNORES me, it's just plain mean!
So, I got the answers I needed then I came back here. Hermione also showed me her room, and apparently Hermione and Draco can't get into each others' dormitories, but everyone else can. Hmm. Glad am not Head Girl, as it would be v. difficult to stay out of Head Boy's bed.
Anyway, her room is quite nice, and she has a great view of the lake.
Thursday November 8
Lunch, 12:09 PM
Have decided that Draco is ignoring me because I look like an underweight boy. Must find better diet. For now, am living on chips and cakes. But I do eat bits of fruit so I don't shrivel up and die. And they say that carbs make you fat...well, the Muggles do, anyway. So I'll eat lots of carbs. What are carbs anyway?
Dinner, 5:32 PM
Asked Harry what carbs are. He said he didn't know, but it's in things that are bready or wheaty like pasta, bread, cake or beer. Have decided to go on a carb diet. Anyway, I would shrivel up and die without carbs... or maybe that's water. Whatever.
Saturday November 10
Dormitory, 7:09 AM
Harry is totally mad. He's making me get up at this ungodly hour of the morning to do quidditch practice. AND, it's snowing. Poo. Must now go out and freeze myself to death. Sigh.
Sunday November 11
Common Room, 10:21 AM
Still cold from yesterday's quidditch practice. I feel like kicking Harry where it would really hurt, but I don't think it's right to deny someone the right of children just because he made six other people freeze around on broomsticks in the middle of November.
Common Room, 11:49 PM
I heard that in Canada they have balmy November days and they have balmy November jackets. I should move to Canada. But there's too many Canadians and they talk funny.
Monday November 12
Lunch, 12:02 PM
For some reason unbeknownst to me, I signed up for a pen pal. What harm could come? It's probably some pathetic little Australian with no friends at her school.
Dinner, 5:41 PM
Australians have weird accents, too. But Canadians are weirder. Their accents, I mean. I've never actually MET a Canadian.
Tuesday November 13
Library, 7:09 PM
English is a cruel language. I was looking up the recipe for a simple Babbling Beverage, when I saw, on the same page, to give someone hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia. Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia, I ask you! And then I read a bit, and it means that it would give someone the FEAR OF LONG WORDS.
The person who made up the phobia is mean. Probably made up by the same one who put the 's' in 'lisp'. Is it not sad enough that the sufferer cannot speak properly, but he/she cannot name his/her ailment either?
And what if you needed a synonym for cinnamon? Try saying THAT out loud. I think I'll start speaking French.
Wednesday November 14
Common Room, 6:03 PM
Words known in French: 8
Ability to speak French and sound like a native: 98
So I went up to Harry, and said, "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" I haa no idea what I just asked.
"Sorry," he said distractedly. "I don't speak French."
"Ah," I said wisely, "oui. Je suis parlée francais correctment, n'est pas?" So I use my French-English dictionary a lot. But I have a good memory. I reckon that within a few months, I'll be as fluent as a French person.
"Dunno," said Harry, squinting at his divination chart.
"Eef tu voudrais a mort, tu peut dit tu tombé, non?" This is easy-peasy!
"Ginny, who taught you how to speak French?" asked Hermione.
"Je suis me taché. Est-ce que mon bien?"
"Ginny, that's... you can't speak French."
"Mais non!" I cried. "Je me taché!"
"Please, you're teaching yourself wrong, if that's what you're trying to tell me. I'll give you an application for my correspondence course, if you'd like." she replied.
Whatever. English may be cruel, but French is just stupid.
Thursday November 15
Breakfast, 7:38 AM
Ooh, I got a letter from my pen-friend in Canada! Can you believe it? Canada! I've pasted it in here because I think it is v. cool to have a pen-friend!
Dear Ginny,
My name is Robbie. I'm from a wizarding academy in Canada. I'm Sixteen and I'm in my sixth year, so I have one more year till I graduate; I'm not sure if it's the same in England.
I think that communicating with a student in another school so far away will help me expand my knowledge of other cultures.
I don't know what subjects you have in England, but here we have Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History, Herbology, Astronomy and Defence against the Dark Arts.
Well, that's all I have to say, so I hope you write back soon!
Sincerely,
Robbie
He sounds so proper, like a complete prat. Not sure how much I want to tell him when I write him. But he could be like my overseas secret-keeper, and I'll pour out my soul to him and he'll joke about me with his mates but it won't matter because we'll never actually meet!
'Monkeys'll come flyin' outta my butt'-From Wayne's World. I've only seen the first 20 minutes. must rent
snag, snog and shag within an inch of his life-well, I half made this one up when I was bored and it was influenced by Georgia Nicolson.
The 'Balmy November Day' is from this odd video my brother found on the internet. I think it was Canadian...AND NOVEMBER IS NOT BALMY IN CANADA, for you non-Canadians. STREBLO! STREBLO!
And the French bit was... bad French, but I'll bet you'd sound French if you read it out loud, you'd sound french, non? I just made English words sound French. LMAO
