Sugarquill

Well, today was rather uneventful. No, wait—there's something wrong with Angelina. Well, not really wrong, but she's not herself. I think she may be mad at me, and she's paying George sort of…special attention, though I seem to be the only one that's noticed this. Why is beyond me.

At breakfast, she hardly spoke to me. She just came and sat down next to George, not a glance in this direction. I felt something weird in my stomach around then, but I figured it had to do with the Puking Pastilles aftereffect. But Angelina kept laughing at all George's jokes and all. It was a bit odd, but again, I seem to be alone in that assessment.

We had care of Magical Creatures first today. I was looking forward to this class before we came back to school, but as of night one I lost some of that. See, Hagrid's gone. No doubt he's on some business for the Order, but what! Ugh, it's horrible not to know, and they never mentioned him at meetings so the Extendable Ears couldn't even give us a little feedback on that. Anyway, we were studying mokes today, and I remembered a good deal because we're thinking of using them for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Today class," said Professor Grubbly-Plank, "We are going to be studying mokes. Who can tell me what a moke is?"

And then, who should raise her hand but Angelina. And she gave the perfect answer, too: Silver-green lizards up to ten inches in length that shrink when strangers approach them. Well, she said something along the lines of that, anyway. But what annoyed me was that Professor Grubbly-Plank didn't give her any points for it, but she gave Alicia TEN for knowing that the most valuable part of a moke is its skin (used for handbags, but George and I may be aiming higher)! The injustice, I tell you.

We spent the rest of the lesson studying the mokes that Grubbly-Plank brought in for us, but it was hard as they kept shrinking when we came close. The good thing, though, is that she says they'll get used to us in a few weeks and then we can maybe learn more about them.

The interesting thing about our free time during this lesson was that Angelina came and sat next to George. George didn't seem to notice anything; he just kept talking to me about the mokes and whether or not we could use their skin to help vanish things—but then Angelina and Alicia started chatting about the Keeper tryouts, Angelina doing so rather loudly. George and I joined the conversation, but this is what I got out of it:

Alicia: I hope we get someone at least half as good as Oliver was.

Me: (clear voice) Yeah. Hey, Angelina, how many people are coming, anyway?"

Angelina: yes, and we could use someone younger, maybe some new blood, I just hope it's not someone who won't be committed to the team enough, though…

George: Yeah, like that Vicky girl who only plays Quidditch when she doesn't have Charms Club. She can't play half-time Keeper!

Angelina: Exactly! I hope there are other, more committed people at tryouts.

Me: (slightly louder, but clearly audible) Yeah, how many people are trying out?

Angelina: but the question then becomes whether or not they're good…"

George: (in a semi-whisper) How many people're coming to try out?'

Angelina: Oh, about six or seven.

See? She completely ignored me! What could be making her do that? I mean, it's not like I care or anything, but she has no reason to just go and…and….

Let's just move on to Potions, shall we?

I partnered up with Trish, as she's smarter than Alicia and Snape wanted us to pair boy-girl today. I think he just wants to keep me away from George, because he knows we'll get inventing. But it's not our fault that the Extendable Ears happened to trip him up and hear him curse, loud and clear…

Focus. Sorry. But in any case, this lesson really got me riled up, and not just because we were doing the Draught of Adrenaline, but because Angelina was working with George! Not just that, but she was laughing at all his jokes again, and showing him how to slice the mandrake roots…'How many beetle eyes in a dragon's eye? As many as there are in a dragon's stomach!' Ugh! Wait. WHY DO I CARE!

Anyway, Trish and I did pretty well, up till a certain point, that is. See, I was sort of…looking at Angelina and George, and I happened to put in one too many beetle eyes. The result: Let's just say Trish might need a new cauldron…

Now, the rest of the day's lessons were uneventful, but dinner was rather fun. Mainly because I got to watch the REAL Angelina yelling at poor Harry about his detention with Umbridge the Oaf. Luckily, there was no stupid smile she flashed George, thank goodness.

I should probably go to bed now, but the thing is, George and I er…borrowed a moke from Care of Magical Creatures, and it seems to have misplaced itself…