"Diary Entry 5"

August 11

Well, I don't really have too much to say. I haven't talked to Luna since I left, although we never really talk that much. I think she kind of forgets I exist if I'm not sitting in the same room as her. Oh well. I haven't talked to Blaise either, thankfully. I didn't really expect to talk to him, though. He was pretty cool, although I'm not sure I still think that. I liked sharing cheesecake with him. You know, looking back on it, I kind of regret eating everything over there. It wasn't just the pea soup. I think her parents are just as dreamy as she are.

Holy crap, I can't believe I forgot to mention this. This really should have come first in the entry, rather than my revelation about Luna's parents. Stick-up-his-butt Malfoy actually decided that I was worth the time of day, and that I was good enough for him to write me back Can you believe it? Nope! Neither can I.

Thankfully I wasn't sitting at the breakfast table when an ordinary barn owl tapped at my window. That prolly wouldn't have helped the situation at all, had it came at breakfast.

So here's how the story goes. I walked down to breakfast, thoroughly grossed out by dream about Hermione and Ron making out, and sat down at the table. Hermione was really angry, for some reason, and was stabbing her eggs quite viciously with her fork, muttering something about "Los Juevos". Ron had a very strangled look on his face, and my mom was giggling.

Rather than wanting to listen to what was wrong, I turned to Harry and asked him how his weekend was. He shook his head, eating a piece of bacon. Back from when we were a "thing" this was code for "I don't want to talk about it, they need to just go make out already".

Ron ended up pissing Hermione off really badly as breakfast wrapped itself up. The screaming became so loud and obnoxious, people ran for their rooms. After Mom explained the "Los Juevos" comment to Ron, the strangled look became much worse, with a terrible blush on it's way. It's always amusing when any of us blushes. It classes so horribly with our hair. Not to mention our freckles... Fred and George then started making snide comments regarding my dear brother's tesiticles. Ron leaned over, and slapped George right in the gut, and he leaned over and fell off his chair, as dearest Ronnikins had knocked the wind out of the boy. Fred must have thought this to be terribly amusing, as while he snorted with laughter, liquid shot from his nose. It was awesome. Like projectile snot juice.

And of course it got all over Hermione. Had it been just water, she probably would have just been really grossed out. But because of the circumstances, (IE this being the shirt I accidentally stained, which she FINALLY finished cleaning, and the fact that Fred was drinking grape juice) she completely flipped a bitch at Ron.

All of our eyes went so wide. No one had ever seen Hermione blow up like that. I feel the worse for Harry. I don't think the poor bloke had ever seen the wrath of a thoroughly pissed female before.

Of course Ron, being my stupid dolt of a brother, had to make a comment involving the initials PMS. Then Hermione, dear short little Hermione, dragged Ron out of the room by his ear.

The screaming. Oh god, the screaming. I've known 'Mione for six years, and I have never once witnessed her scream like that. Even the ghost in the attic stopped making noise.

I went up to my bedroom for safety. And that would be when the barn own tapped its "hello" on the glass of my window.

You know, just stopping and thinking about it, wouldn't you imagine something like a dark dashing raven for the likes of Malfoy? But nope, just a simple regular old barn owl. He was nice too. Didn't even nip at my fingers.

So you want to see the note?

Of course you want to see the note.

But maybe I don't want to show you.

See, maybe you're an evil diary that just has decided not to show itself. Dear God, I just gave myself shudders.

You can see the note.

It read like this:

"Little Weaslette (Note: isn't that what the "lette" implies? that I'm small? God, what a fucktard),

I don't know if I should tell you if I was the one who hexed her skirt off or not. But I'm not going to play games. I did. I don't know why.

I heard you talked to my cousin, Blaise. You should have heard him talking about you. It was quite disgraceful. Although I'm not sure on whose part. Yours, for your rep being slandered? Or his for even touching you? He did touch you, I presume? That's what he said anyway.

Well. That's all I have to say to the likes of you. I would wish you a happy summer, but let's be honest. I could really care less."

Grrrrr. That makes me so angry. Blaise... Stupid Zabini!!! Maybe Malfoy's lying? They're both stupid. Grr. I'll update later with what I wrote back to him.

angrily yours,

Gin.