Chapter 5
Jan. 5
8:00 am
Argh. Just woke up. Was having v. pleasant dream about snogging someone (not entirely sure who, but he looked vaguely familiar) when alarm spell went off and little fireworks started going off around the space inside my bed curtains. V. annoying, must remember to fix that. Stumbled around bleary-eyed for a bit before suddenly realizing that it is not, in fact, a school day. In other words, I remembered that it's a Hogsmeade day and, from the looks of it, it's going to be a rather interesting one.
few minutes later
Made a mad dash for the showers as I woke up with a bit of a sniffle and do not want to make it worse by being the last one and having a cold shower. One would think that someone could just enchant our ancient, rusty boiler so that it never ran out of hot water, but apparently they think this would make us lazy. Don't worry, I don't really understand that one either. So anyway, dashed to the girls bathroom, got a quick (but blissfully hot) shower, dashed back here, and am now staring blankly into the mirror, trying to decide what to do with this mop that has permanently attached itself to the top of my head. Do I wear it up? Nah, too preppy. Do I leave it down? Hmm, possibility. Straight or curly? Well, straight is far too much work, and its snowing outside so it would just go curly in about two seconds anyway. So I guess that narrows it down to curly. Ugh. I look like Shirley Temple on crack. (Yes, I have muggle parents, I know who Shirley Temple is.)
Hmm. Just rummaged through the drawers of my vanity. Found some rather pretty hair clips, little green and blue sparkly ones. Maybe will use those. Hey, that doesn't look so bad. I almost look…good. Wow. That's new. Well, knowing my luck, I probably put some experimental curse on these first year and I'll wake up tomorrow with mushrooms sprouting out of my ears. Am willing to risk it.
Oh shit! Just looked at the time, am nearly 10 minutes late!
12:30 pm
Just finished lunch w/ the "elite" as I like to call them. Rather interesting. I was previously unaware that it was possible to talk for an entire hour and a half of nothing but boys, clothes, boys, shopping, and oh, did I mention boys? Learned some very interesting things, however. For example, did you know that one can make out with no less than three different guys and then chat openly about it over lunch? Have a feeling that if I ever made out with even one guy I would never mention it to this group or I'd never hear the end of it. They actually asked me if I'd ever even been kissed before. Had to feign a coughing attack (well sort of feign, I really do have a rather nasty cough, which is convenient because it sounded very convincing) and run for water. When I got back, they continued chatting amongst themselves for a while before once again turning on me. It's rather disconcerting when they do that. Am curious if they intended to catch me off guard. (perhaps they think it's funny) One would certainly think so by watching them. They would let me eat in silence while discussing the above mentioned topics with each other, then with mind-boggling unity would swing their heads towards me, where I would inevitably be caught with various foods hanging half out of my mouth. They then proceeded to interrogate me about Harry, of all people. Argh. Can't recall the number of conversations I've had with various people about this. Some people are incredibly immature. Ooh! Harry and Hermione don't hate each other! They spend so much time together, they must be dating because there's no possible way that a guy and a girl could be just friends! Had to explain to them (once again) that Harry and I are not going out, never have, and never will. And no, I am not in love with him. Yet, for some reason this time I said it, it sounded futile and meaningless and I felt almost guilty for saying it. I'm sure that its just because I've said it so often that it's lost meaning. You know how if you have to tell a story or an excuse over and over that it just turns into empty words? Yeah that's me.
So finally lunch was finished and everyone went their separate ways. My way just happened to be over to Creigh Z. Scribbles (my favorite bookstore in the world), which is where I am now. It's pleasantly peaceful and quiet just sitting between the rows, surrounded by books. Quite a relief from the mad, hectic, loud, and rather stressful lunch. (Though could certainly go for another cup of butterbeer, the stuff's delicious)
Hmm, as reluctant as I am to move from my extremely nice, cozy spot, I really better go. Will have to rush as it is to make it to the Shrieking Shack on time to meet Harry.