Noon
Minerva is worrying me. She showed up for lunch today with some sort of cancerous growth on her neck. I'm going to suggest that she go see Madam Pomfrey and get that taken care of.
7:00pm
OH DEAR LORD!
~December 8th~ Sunday
Alcohol Units Last Night: Lost track after 14, No. of times I danced Last Night: 1, No. of times I nearly fell over Last Night: 3 (it got me off the dance floor)
6:58am
Incredibly hung over. Urp.
3:00pm
Ugh. Had run out of tomato juice and had to brew a whole new potion to cure me of my…ailment. Bloody parties.
Party was made worse by insistence of Madam Hooch to secure herself tightly to my arm for the entirety of the night. Not to mention that she seemed to have taken to rolling in the grass instead of applying perfume, and tried to keep from sneezing for most of the night. My eyes were watering so much I probably looked like I was crying. Aaaah.
However, Miss Granger was present and decided to dazzle us (urgh) with her wit, even though she had no clue what we were previously talking about (which I can't really blame her about, either, I didn't know what the hell Hooch was saying. Nodding and humming comes in quite handy when in the presence of a boring woman).
It was rather humourous, actually. She came up to us with a glass of champagne, already looking a bit tipsy, and started raving about some Muggle medicine nonsense. Though whatever she was talking about just seemed a bit more interesting.
"I see," Hoochie said, latching onto my arm so tight that I felt my hand going dead. "Though I don't know what that has to do with the Hippogriff controversy in Brazil."
Oh, so that's what we were talking about.
Hooch never did like the poor girl.
~December 10th~ Tuesday
I think Hermione is in love with Ron.
Damn.
~December 12th~ Thursday
Alcohol Units: 6 (v.g.), Points taken from Gryffindor: 20, Near Death Experiences: 1
I think Winky has gone mad. I stumbled out of bed ready to plunge into another ghastly day, but first I had to begin with a bath. I walked glumly into the green tile bathroom to be greeted by numerous sparks and smoke fumes.
First of all, electricity doesn't work in Hogwarts. And second of all, I had no need for a hair dryer. I don't know what got into her mind that I needed a hairdryer in my bathtub at seven in the morning. Fortunately, I recognized the danger of the situation before I actually climbed in, thinking it was harmless (it was early, and I'm a wizard), and managed to get it out without touching it.
Must consult with Dumbledore over house elf's homicidal behaviour. Slightly worried that I'm going to wake up one morning with a snake's head in my bed.
~December 18th~ Wednesday
Woke up this morning with very bad sixth-sense-like feeling. I don't know, but something seems terribly wrong. It honestly shouldn't be, as Winter hols approach and everything should be just fine and dandy.
Perhaps it is because Christmas looms on the horizon. Actually, it doesn't, but I wish it did. Technically, a horizon is always in the distance and will forever be unreachable for everyone. So, I suppose I can say that Christmas is right around the corner threatening to trip me with my own hair as I pass.
That seems reasonable.
Anyway, I don't think that's it. Maybe I had a Seer in my ancestry, even if that stuff is rubbish.
Have the sudden urge to go to bar.
Sorry this was short. Promise the next ones will be longer...urm...
Thanks to: Skjeve (for goodness sake, he has a nipple ring and a tattoo, and he gets all huffy over my nose ring? Tsk, tsk, we must teach him a lesson. Perhaps a good toffee would do the trick?), tifsuz (only sometimes :)), tomzgurl77, Snapecake, Miss Mina Murray, Phoebe-H, Aredhel Tasartir, Dues Ex (I personally think that Trelawney has some serious mental incapabilities. But she's a lot of fun to make fun of), Madame Plot Bunnie, Aindel S. Druida (Hm...I don't know if you got my e-mail or not, but Hogwarts is in Scotland. Scotland's part of Great Britian (Great Britian includes England, Scotland, and Wales), but North Ireland is not. It's pretty easy to get everything mixed up unless you actually live there. And yup, Trelawney is a bloody moron :)), Piper Sargasso (I finally got the second Bridget Jones book! So when I finish that, you can expect a sequel to Hermione's. Hopefully), SnoSno, xxGinnyxx, SperryDee, love4sirius, Miyu, zingy, Saerelle (haha, is being a prude such a bad thing?), Feverfew (hehe, it's not that bad!), Draco-FutureBF, and the soul cage (I'm going to try to surpass the restrictions and put a url on here, you'll have to tweak with the spaces (take them out) to get there, but to get to the V. Secret Diaries go to: home. nyu. edu/ ~amw243/ diaries/
For reviewing.