Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! If I did, I'd be British, rich, and a hell of a lot older.
A/N: Thank you my minions for all of the wonderful reviews! It's summer, so I'll be writing more. Hopefully.
August 8th
3:32 pm
Bedroom….hangover
My mum is being bloody useless. She won't make me a hangover potion as punishment. She's all miffed because I did some stage diving and I had a drinking contest with my cousin Milfie.
If it's any consolation I won 5 Galleons.
He just kept staring. Like some sort of creature or something that just sits there and stares. A lot.
Halfway through the night I'd had so much to drink that it's a blur. I'd had the drinking contest early on, which led to the stage diving incident where I crushed poor Uncle Alastor. Then I had another round and things got hazy.
When I woke up this morning my skirt was only half as fluffy.
And I was missing a shoe.
Which is very odd in my book.
Even for me.
5:23 pm
Loo…embarrassed/hiding from mum
According to Hermione, after the stage diving incident I preceded to start a conga line.
This only led to more drinking which in turn led to me and Ron, who were also pissed beyond recognition, to have some sort of wand fight. Hermione tells me that Ron set my dress on fire and then the git tried to put it out with his drink.
His alcoholic drink.
This is probably the reason why half of my dress is missing. At least I know now.
Hermione also had to mention that I spoke with He. She couldn't hear what we were saying but she said we talked for a looooong time.
This does not comfort me, considering I can't remember anything from last night.
Bloody Hell!
While I was writing away to you diary, you evil sadistical thing, Crookshanks decided to make a nest in the remnants of my dress which are lying on the floor.
Like some sort of kitty lair.
Blast. Someone's knocking on the door.
6:49 pm
Bedroom….shocked…really shocked….
He just talked to me. Like really talked to me.
6: 51 pm
Bedroom….still shocked…still really shocked…
He said he was happy that we talked last night, and he was glad that we were both on the same page.
Then he patted my head and walked out of the loo.
Now I have to find out what was said. Now I have to go all spy-like and put on my black trousers and my black jumper and creep round the house.
I wonder if He told Ron….excellent.
8:11 pm
Attic….hiding from mum
Interrogating is a sodding good time! Everyone should try it.
Anywhoo, Ron spilled those dirty tantalizing beans and he told me everything that He bloody told him.
Supposedly, and yes I used air quotes, He and I spoke of our relationship. Supposedly, I told He that I was glad he broke up with me and that I was a better looser woman for it.
But I did have Ron's thumb in the Chinese death grip, so he could have been shooting off answers just so I would let go.
His thumbs are a weak point.
Ah well. I may never know what was truly said last night.
8:21 pm
Attic….still hiding from mum…
It's really boring work, when you have to hide from someone. Mum is angry at what I did last night. She's been trying to corner me all day.
I keep evading her though.
8:24 pm
Attic…hiding….
I really need to trim my nails. They're really pathetic.
He really looked good in those trousers today.
8:31 pm
Attic…prisoner in my own home….
Okay. It's SUPER BORING.
There is nothing to do in this sodding attic. Like no interesting boxes or dragons that need slaying.
Just you and me diary.
Alone.
Like to things that are always alone.
Wow. I just spotted my shoe that I lost last night.
It's lying in a corner.
8:46 pm
Attic…where else?
Maybe Crookshanks has a bit of a shoe fetish.
Well, I investigated and all I found was my shoe. All alone.
I don't know how it got up here though.
I was pissed beyond belief last night, so I really don't expect myself to remember anything.
Do I risk sneaking down to try and find Hermione?
Hells yes.
I need a thrill.
9:26 pm
Bedroom…closet…
Snuck downstairs in all of my sneaking glory.
I found Hermione and I asked her if she knew why my shoe was in the attic.
Miss Know-It-All said that she saw me teeter off at about dawn and I walked straight into the door.
She said I got it open and I made it into the house though.
From there, I'll just have to imagine.
I told Hermione that I probably gracefully floated up the stairs and into the attic.
I then met an angry garden gnome and he proceeded to beat me with his tiny club.
I then mastered a very complicated spell and vanished him to the dark fathoms of hell.
Then, because of my free time, I probably wrote some epic novel that I've hidden under a floorboard in the attic.
Hermione just started laughing hysterically and she was snorting all of over the place.
Once she sobered up though, she told me what probably happened.
She believes that it took me a half an hour to conquer the stairs due to my state.
Once I was in the attic, she thinks it's more likely that I took off my shoe and used it to kill a bug or something.
Why she has to be so politically correct, I may never know….
Anyways, before we could continue there was a knock on the door and I was forced to hide under the bed.
It was mum, wondering where I had gotten off to. Hermione lied like a champ. I'm a horrible influence on her.
Once mum was gone, I scampered off and hid in the shadows all the way back to my room.
This is why I'm hiding in the closet.
My hand's cramping, so I think I'll make a bed out of clothes and call it a night.
Till tomorrow.