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Wednesday September 18, 11:32 pm

Assignments completed: 0 (v v bad)

Chocolate eaten: too much to count (v v bad)

Reasons to hate Potter: 57 (and that's just for today)

I knew it was too good to last. I knew it. It's been two weeks since I turned Potter into a hairy beast (as opposed to the hairless beast he is the rest of the time) and I thought I'd got away with it. I thought the rat in my hair was his pathetic attempt at revenge. Oh god was I wrong!

I should have known something was up when I heard Potter and his gang laughing in the common room last night. I was the only other person in the common room cause I was up late finishing an essay for Professor McGonagall. I now know what all the laughter was about…the irritating, humiliating, and totally frustrating prank they played on me all day today. They didn't even have the decency to wait til after breakfast before they started!

I was running late for breakfast (as usual) and I'd just gotten myself dressed with ten minutes to spare. I grabbed the door, flung it open, and as I ran through a huge bucket of ice water was dumped all over me. I was absolutely sopping wet! I knew Potter must have been behind it so I quickly performed a drying spell on myself and stormed off down to breakfast to confront the little prick.

As I ran through the doors to the Great Hall, another bucket of ice water appeared and poured itself all over me. I was absolutely infuriated by this point so without even bothering to dry myself off first, I stormed over to Potter and his giggling mates and was just about to let my anger go when Sirius said "Nice tits, Evans!" I looked down and realised my fatal, and embarrassing, mistake…while the Hogwarts uniform mainly consists of its black robes, it also involves a white shirt. I was standing there, dripping wet, steam coming out of my ears I was so angry, and effectively participating in my own personal wet t-shirt competition in front of the entire school. How embarassment!

Wrapping my robes around me, I performed my second drying spell of the day and stormed out of the Hall, only to be greeted by yet another bucket of ice water. This continued ALL DAY LONG! Every time I went through a door a bucket of ice water dumped itself on me. I tried all day to either get rid of the spell they must have placed on me, or to corner Potter or his mates to make them get rid of it. That was easier said than done though. They entered every class just as the teacher did and they disappeared at the end before I had a chance to stop them. I finally pounced on them in the common room about half an hour ago. They walked in assuming I'd already gone to bed when Ijumped out atthem. After a good slap to the face and a stern talking to (read: I screamed at them till I was hoarse), they finally agreed to remove the enchantment. About bloody time too! I never realised how many doors I walk through every day. It's more than you would think!

Ugh! Horrible, horrible day. I spent most of the day performing drying spells, or shivering. My hair is still damp. After about 50 drying spells it frizzed a bit and I think the effectiveness of the drying spell started to decrease. Maybe I was just getting wetter. Stupid boys. They just don't understand how hard it is to keep long hair looking nice. Though Black looks like he spends at least half an hour on his hair every morning. Vain git.

Friday September 20, 2pm

Tissues used: about 1000

Sincere apologies accepted: 1

Insincere apologies rejected: 1

I hope they've learned their lesson. I woke up yesterday morning with the most severe head cold ever. Ugh…nose of grossness. I can't stop sniffling. I went to the infirmary but it turns out that even the wizarding world has no cure for the common cold. So, bed rest, aspirin and a box of tissues it is. The nurse told me I could have the rest of the week off school to let me get better. Normally I would have said no, and gone to class even if I was at death's door, but I'm so far behind on assignments at the moment that I thought a long weekend was exactly what I needed to finish them all off.

I went straight to bed last night after I got back from the infirmary and woke up a few hours ago to get started on these blasted assignments. I feel like death warmed up at the moment and I must look it too because Remus came looking for me to apologise for James' little stunt on Wednesday. He said they were all behind it but I know James and that was his sort of prank, taking an old Muggle trick and enhancing it with magic. I told Remus not to worry, I didn't blame him for it (he's a prefect and he really is responsible and mature…most of the time) and thanked him for his concern. He asked if I was alright but I told him it was nothing to worry about, I'd get better soon. How someone with manners got mixed up withthose three gits I'll never know.

About 5 minutes after Remus left the poncy arrogant git himself arrived. Potter rushed over to my side and started telling me he'd only just heard about my cold and he'd never forgive himself for making me sick and how he wished he could take it all back. I've never seen such an over-the-top and insincere performance. Arrogant , melodramatic twat. I told him he could shove off and mind his own business. How I feel is no concern of his, even if it is his fault. Plus, if he leaves me alone I may have enough time this weekend to finish my assignments and plan something suitably nasty to get him back for what he did. Ugh…maybe putting 1000 used tissues in his bed would be a good start. Actually…I think I will…

A/N: Thanks for bothering to read my story. It's my first fic so any comments (positiveor negative) are appreciated. I promise to take any suggestions on board, even if some of them don't get used for one reason or another. Thanks!