Pumpkin Juice

I have looked over my morning routine and decided that my life is dull. I get up, brush my teeth, fix my braids, and walk downstairs. Can I get more boring? Doubt it. Sigh, my life as Angelina, the Great Dull One.

So, after completing my boring morning routine (which doesn't deserve mention) I headed to breakfast.

So I got a little perky and pounced over to Fred AND George. Of course, I didn't go "Good morning Gred and Forge." No. That would be too easy.

What I did was, "Hi, Fred!" in what I believe is an excessively enthusiastic voice. George cleared his throat and by this time my cheeks looked like I overdid my rouge, which says a lot considering the color of my skin and all. (I always enjoy making fun of Trish and Alicia when they blush because I don't. But not this time...)

Anyway, I managed to say hello. Then happily I announced in front of them that I was Quidditch Captain.

That's right! I, Angelina, am Gryffindor's Quidditch captain. Who would have guessed? Obviously not Fred and George since they looked shocked. I don't think I'll be that bad of a captain. They should hold a bit of faith in me. Honestly.

Fred then proceeded to call me Oliver (Well, actually, he did) so I punched him. Relax future person reading this (A.K.A. Me), I didn't hurt him. It was a joking punch. I was actually hoping on being flirtatious, but I bet the best relationships aren't founded on abuse.

Anyways, I managed to tell them what time the Keeper trials were; I made sure to say it clearly. Sometimes they can be irresponsible; all I gave them was a subtle hint. I doubt that they noticed but I'm sure they will show up. They are quite devoted to quidditch after all.

I'm not sure who'll become Keeper. Seeker was easy, Harry was the best choice we could have made. The only other try-outs I've seen was Katie's and she beat the other boys really fast. Keeper however, there aren't any sure things. I just hope we get someone good.

About the second I told them good-bye, I remembered that I'd left my bag in the Great Hall. I walked back in to find it. I realized I had to tell the rest of the team, though, and I found Harry easy enough because he was near Ron's flaming red mop of hair.

"Hi, Angelina." He said promptly.

"Hi," I said briskly. I wasn't going to beat around the bush, but I added, "Good Summer?" but I didn't wait for an answer. "Listen, I've been made Gryffindor Quidditch Captain."

"Nice one," he replied with a grin.

"Yeah, well, we need a new Keeper now Oliver's left. Tryouts are on Friday at five o'clock and I want the whole team there, all right? Then we can see how the new person'll fit in."

"Okay," he said.

Back on topic, I headed towards the greenhouse and Trish and Alicia soon came up besides me. Trish isn't into quidditch much, writing is more her style, but Alicia is a fellow chaser. I told her the exciting new of me being captain and both of them were excited for me. Professor Sprout showed up and we hurriedly entered the greenhouse taking out seats. Moments later the Weasley twins plus Lee showed up and took seats in front of us. I was glad, last time they sat behind us we walked out of the classroom looking very different then when we came in.

Herbology was quite dull today. Kenneth almost managed to get swallowed whole by a plant, but the teacher saved him. Good old Professor Sprout sure can do a great stunning charm.

So, then I was walking, and all of a sudden Fred jumped out of his seat and tackled me! The entire class kind of turned our way before seeing it was Fred and headed back to their work. I didn't mind the contact, but I don't prefer to be thrown the ground under Fred who isn't exactly petite.

There was an awkward pause. "Er..." he said. "I was saving you from the plant. That Venomous Tentacula's had its eye on you, you know." He grinned sheepishly and scratched his head. I couldn't help but want to smile when he did that. But, instead, I just shook my head somberly before gathering my things and skipping off to Defense Against the Dark Arts with Trish and Alicia.

I loathe the Ministry of Magic. They sent us a toad for a teacher! A toad dressed in horrible frills, who likes these hideous kittens on porcelain. Her name is Dolores Umbridge and I never had a stronger urge to test out some of the curses I learned last year on her. Honestly, we won't have practical lessons. We'll only read from the book and learn theory.

Now, this would be find except there is a terrible monster running around called "Voldemort" and he probably plans to kill me since I'm Muggle-born! Therefore learning spells to protect myself is much needed. That. Umbridge. Cow.

So, I was getting quite hungry in that class (none of us were reading as we were supposed to be) and had a sudden urge for pickles. I remembered a spell and used it but several things went wrong.

First of all, the pickles didn't appear on my desk, they landed on Fred's. And...they weren't exactly pickles. They were more...brown, and sweet looking. Fred closed the book he had been writing in and took a few chocolates, only to spit them out and yelling, "Pickle-flavored chocolates!" (George quickly seized the lot and stuffed them into his pocket) His twin was sent out of the class. Fred doesn't appear that offended, and took it as a rather good joke asking if he could have the rights to it. I told him he would have to hand-make the odd flavored chocolates as mine were conjured and would disappear in a few hours. George took the opportunity to experiment with them quietly under his desk, but then he was sent out, too.

So then, Fred headed towards Trelawney's class and I merrily walked off to Ancient Runes. As much as I normally like the subject, I wasn't able to concentrate much. I was thinking about Fred.

Sigh, Fred.

You know what? I mention him too much. I look like a lovesick school girl who thinks that he is the greatest thing to walk the Earth. I shall get over Fred. I not like him in any other way then platonic.

I don't like Fred Weasley.

I shall get a boyfriend other then Fred.

I will not care if he is jealous.

I will like Fred Weasley.

NO! I meant I won't like Fred. I only like him as a friend. I'm over him.

I can't even fool myself. I feel so utterly pathetic, worrying my life away over a boy. I really should get help. I can't submit myself to Alicia and Trish, they would lord it over me. Katie? Nah, she's to sweet, I doubt she could help me. Moving down another year I don't want to ask Hermione she makes me feel inferior. Lavender and Parvati would just giggle, and I barely know them at that. Ginny wouldn't understand, plus she'd probably tell her brother, which is the last thing I want, regardless of which one.

I have no one to help me. This is awful. Alone, cold, and helpless. Actually, these blankets are quite comfy. And warm — making me feel drowsy. Good night all.