Pumpkin Juice

Girls are vicious mobs. I flirt with George and when I put away my diary and open my curtains I am immediately attacked. They came at me with pillows and wands; I had no warning what-so-ever. It was a hopeless fight and I soon surrendered allowing myself to be confronted by Leesh and Trish, the other girls going to bed having full filled their duties.

It was like the Goblin Rebellions in the 1600's, all the questions coming at me from every angle and being judged guilty before I had a fair trial. No wonder Goblins rebelled, I was about ready to take on the green and silver, there they mind their own business.

"Tell us," said Alicia. Oh, that explains everything.

"Tell us," said Trish as though explaining this to someone dense.

"Tell you what?" I repeated stubbornly.

"Tell us about the whole thing with the twins!" burst Alicia.

Anyway, it had apparently been fairly obvious that I liked Fred. Since Trish and Alicia already knew this, it caused them absolute shock when I moved on to George. So I succumbed to the pressure and told them why I as doing what I was.

"Look," I said calmly. "I've realized that there's no hope for me and Fred, so I'm moving on. Fred's never going to see as more than some other mate of his, and I don't want that. That's why I decided to turn my attention to George."

Alicia and Trish had their mouths slightly open. I supposed it must've sounded a little odd. The awkward silence was murder, though. Thankfully Alicia stopped it soon.

"Won't focusing on George just remind you more of Fred?" she asked pointedly. Damn. Hadn't thought of that.

"I… I… that's the point." I decided to make it up as I went along. "See, it'd be… too much of a shock for me if… well, if I moved from George to someone like Lee. No, I … I want to make the change nice and slow."

Of course, I didn't go into the full extent of details that only you my diary know. They got the message that because Frederick did not return my feelings, I have moved on to the closest thing. Or at least, that was what I told them. Frederick, I wonder if that's his real name, or if it's only Fred. After all, I know a Rick whose name is just that and not Richard. Anyway, back on topic.

Today was… interesting. Keeper try-outs.

Those words shall forever more bring doom to my soul. Okay, so maybe I am being a bit melodramatic here, but I'm in that kind of mood. In plain English, it was a slaughter house out there. So first, I expected six or seven people to show up; do you know how many people did? (again, not that kind of diary, sadly) Six! It was so unbelievably frustrating! I had thought Gryffindor had more spirit than that. Honestly, I was so irritated that I almost screamed, but then I remembered that the team (minus Harry, no thanks to him) was there and I had to remain calm.

Perhaps I should explain. Out of the six people only three knew anything about Quiddich, didn't want you to think I was crazy. So moving along, the people who showed up were Vicky, Geoffrey, and the little Weasley, Ron. Along with a group of second years who used school brooms and were reading the handbook as they approached the stands. Honestly.

So… Vicky and Geoffrey did all right. I mean, they weren't spectacular, but they were good. Unfortunately, they both have "other commitments" that are more important than Quiddich! So, I couldn't choose them; I don't want someone who only gives fifty percent effort. So my attention turned to Ron. Before he even began I knew we were choosing him, due to a process of elimination. The boy is focused on nothing but Quiddich! Which is why I turned and signaled for them to begin, praying that he was going to be superb.

Apparently G-d choose to focus his efforts on something other than try-outs because Ron sure as hell (excuse the language, I'm venting) wasn't good. The poor boy has a small amount of potential and can't block a ball for the life of him. Again, melodramatic, I know. I don't know why he bothered to try-out, though!

It would have been much easier to pick Vicky if she cared enough. Honestly, I felt the need to punch Fred or George because they didn't train their own brother. Argh! I'm going to be quite frank when I tell Harry this; the boy gets himself in trouble so much I won't bother to soften the blow to him that one of his friends can't play Keeper for beans.

Daytime, when I had classes and all that lovely junk. Nothing thrilling and life startling happened, though I did find George is noticing that I'm flirting with him. It took him long enough! Well, not really, as I've only been flirting with him for four days, but still, I wasn't exactly discreet!

Anyway, I don't know how he's going to respond because when that look of realization finally dawned on his adorable face Fred pulled him away. He said something about wheezing. Honestly, he looked healthy enough to me.

So that was my wonderful day. Now I must sleep and attempt to sharpen my senses so I can ward off any attacks, not that Umbridge has assigned us a chapter about that yet.