Noon
Yes.
Right.
Yes.
I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm walking around my quarters like some caged animal while my drunken house elf messily tends to the fire with a poker that somewhat resembles the remains of an umbrella.
I have no clue what to pack. I just found out where I was going this morning, and I'm not anywhere near ready to go. I was thinking of a nice minibreak somewhere in Hawaii, maybe at least in Spain, but no, we're going to Hogsmeade. Hogsmeade! That's not even 10 miles away. I feel jipped.
Ooh, it's snowing.
Crap, it's snowing. I hope the couple I'm chaperoning doesn't feel like taking a romp outside. Or any romp, for that matter. Maybe I will have permission to bring Potions to keep them from doing any activity that could severely endanger the respectability of Hogwarts.
Well, again.
Never mind. Must pack.
All right, now what should I pack?
Let's see.
2 shirts (black)
2 pairs of trousers (black)
1 set of robes (black)
1 cape (gray)
3 pairs of socks (black)
1 pair of boots (black)
Books (various)
Underwear (maybe)
All right. Now to fit it in, somehow.
Right.
6:00pm
Interesting. Very interesting. Interesting, yet somewhat disgusting.
Was looming in doorway waiting for approach of young whipper-snappers that have unfortunately been placed in my over-qualified hands. Was completely (yes, completely) surprised to find that they weren't some Ravenclaw 6th years itching for independence, but instead some Gryffindor seventh years that were, to my disgust, most likely on their way to beginning a large family.
I almost ran when I saw the bushy hair coming up over the small hill in the road. But I swallowed and stood my place, glaring steadily as Herm-Miss Granger walked to the inn, hand-in-hand with Ron Weasley. Ick.
As they approached, wide-eyed, I gave them a friendly greeting and said the next thing that popped into my mind. "I was just going to go for a walk. I suppose you wouldn't want to join me?"
No, I hadn't been planning on a walk. There was actually a bottle of whiskey in my bag that seemed rather lonely. But I couldn't bear to just leave Miss Granger to the company of that living Elmo doll alone.
In return, Weasley said something rude to which Miss Granger muttered some apology for and they scuttled upstairs. I'm afraid that this holiday might prove to be very interesting.
11:00pm
Wow.
Contrary to previous beliefs, I actually had a good time tonight. Weasley made his exit and left me with his girlfriend for over an hour. Very nice of him, really, will have to remember to thank him later.
I'm just glad that I gathered the courage to sit down at their table. Was quite amusing, actually, to see Weasley go pale for the second time in a day and start blabbering nonsense. Hermione, however, seemed to have her wits about her, and made some very pleasant conversation while Weasley made faces at me from behind his menu, which I decided to ignore.
I do not think that I have been giving Miss Granger enough credit, even though I have admitted that I like her, which is really quite pervy as I am several years her senior. But ah well, all is fair in the wizarding world. At least Fudge seems to think so. Anyway, she more than proved her intelligence within a short conversation, and I am quite confident that her knowledge spreads in other places besides academics.
I detest being jealous of Weasley. Damn him.
Confession of the Day: I'm honestly very self-conscious. But I hate everyone else more than I hate myself. Except for Hermione, of course. Well, sometimes.
~January 25th~ Sunday
Mugs of Coffee: 7, Times Caught by Various Things While Spying on Hermione Granger: 3, Times Almost Eaten by Slightly Large Squid: 1
I'm ready to go home. Though Miss Granger's attempts to seduce Weasley, though futile, are sickening to watch.
She deserves better.
Like me, perhaps.
Good lord, I'm perving on a girl I'm supposed to be chaperoning. Dumbledore probably set this up on purpose. Dirty old man.
A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. And not quite as entertaining as the last. I'm just glad I finally got around to updating. And sorry for the delay, I've been distracted by other stories (obviously).
Thanks to: Zervius Snape (oh...possibly), arcessita, the soul cage, JustJeanette (come on now, don't give me ideas), karenelaine, Melwasul, Madame Plot Bunnie (...ick. Choking is not fun), Loah, baboon, Dark-Ones-Girl, artemisgirl, fluffyflapjack, candeecastle (go to my account (click "Wonk" next to the title of the story), and you'll find it in my list of stories), Dues Ex (oops...too late?), BDTfluTe07 (I'm going with British spelling for his diary (hopefully I've done a somewhat accruate job), and the Brit spelling of "realize" is "realise". Why, I don't know. Sounds more like a z to me), xxGinnyxx, tifsuz (hmm...I'll have to get my hands on an issue of Cosmo), Aredhel Tasartir, Spiral-Digger, Susan (Brit husband? *is jealous*), Joshua Glass (no clue, honestly), Feverfew (bad? *eye twitches*), Aindel S. Druida (I've only ever seen one cracker in the US, and that was when I was about 5 and it wasn't at all what the real ones are. Still got a prize, though. I haven't seen them since), Colleen, Romm, PinkCHubbyMonkey (will have to keep that in mind for the future), firelady6, sweet775 (hmm...wouldn't know. Been up to Canada several times, but I've never had the beer), Zephyre (same here), pandabsmiless (Love the pairing with all my heart. Well, maybe not all of it...no, no, all of it), and Chamaeleon.
I think the replys to my reviews were longer than the chapter. Sheesh.