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Bit of a short chapter this one – nothing much happened week four! The next two will be longer.
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Chapter Four: Week Four
Saturday 19th November
Spent the morning with Jenny and Alice talking Death Eaters. Not a fun topic of conversation I know but one we talk of a lot these days. You-Know-Who is gaining so much support and power. People are afraid to oppose him. A talked about how worried she was for Frank. I talked about how worried I was for my family. J talked about how worried she was for her friends and brother. Apparently her brother, Harvey and a friend of theirs are doing something really dangerous involving Death Eaters and she hasn't heard anything from them since she has been here. She doesn't even know if they are alive or dead. What a scary situation.
This afternoon I was speaking to James about it all but he was just joking around. I don't understand him sometimes. Sometimes he can be so sensitive and other times act like a complete prat. What is with that?
Nice thing happened this afternoon though. That little first year Hufflepuff boy who had been attacked by those bullies so many times came up to me and thanked me for what we did on Thursday. He said he hadn't told anyone before because he didn't think he'd be believed but that now if anything happened he would come straight to a prefect or me. That was really sweet. I felt like I'd really done something to help someone and it made me feel good. He told me it was his birthday next week and his parents had promised him an owl and he was going to call it Lily, which I thought was lovely and really embarrassing at the same time. After all I'm Head Girl and I should have noticed something was going on earlier.
Monday 21st November
More Death Eater attacks – striking quite close to home now. One of the fourth year Hufflepuffs got called away yesterday and we read in the paper today her parents have been killed. That's the third student this term to lose one or both parents. I've written to Mum and Dad asking them to keep an eye out for anything odd and to let someone know immediately if something seems wrong. I haven't told them the full details – I don't want to worry them too much. That's the problem isn't it though, how much do I tell them to try and keep them safe without scaring them too much?
Wednesday 23rd November
The weather has turned colder. I went for a walk with James this evening down by the lake and we had to keep close together for warmth. That's our excuse anyway. You know I could quite get used to this kissing thing.
Thursday 24th November
Love Jenny! She looked at Snape like he was a complete toad today when she heard him call a third year student Mudblood. She said "A half blood pretending to be a pure-blood while insulting Muggle-borns, how pathetic!" I didn't know Snape was a half-blood – I always assumed he was a pure-blood but she must have been right because he turned a kind of horrible green colour in the face and went away very quickly.
Friday 25th November
Weird evening. Jenny is kind of astute, she knows stuff and she seems to have thought of stuff that no one else has – well no one I know anyway. All of us at our end of the table were discussing the recent Death Eater attacks – nothing new there I suppose. Jenny was being really quiet until she snapped. She told us all to stop saying You-Know and start using his real name because he wants us to be scared of him. If we are too scared to know his name he has already won before we start fighting.
She's right of course; it is silly to be scared of a name. Martin, one of the sixth years, knows some French and we worked out that Voldemort means flight from or flee from death. This, as Jenny pointed out, is rather feeble of him to name himself after what he is frightened of. I was talking to James afterwards (well we did some talking in amongst the snogging!) and we decided that she was right and we were both going to use his name from now onwards. Voldemort. It feels ever so funny saying it. James left early, as it is full moon tonight.
I sat in the common room and talked with some of the sixth years. You know in lots of ways they are a much more sensible bunch than my year. Benjy, for example, is kind of witty but also very clued up as to what is going on outside the castle walls. Alice is too (well she would be with Frank). Martin reminds me a lot of Fabian Prewitt (he did his NEWTS a couple of years ago – he was my first real crush when I arrived here!). Not that I fancy Martin or anything, they don't look at all alike just sound alike sometimes. Oh that sounded so shallow – I don't go just for looks, it's just. Oh I'm putting this all wrong I better just end here!