Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for a Jewel t-shirt and name tag. And I need those for work.

A/N: Sorry. I know I haven't updated but a holiday came and I've started work and yeah. But I have a bit of time to write now so I'm going to take it and run with it. The miniature version of my muse that lives in my brain would not stop badgering me. So here.

August 9th

3:46 am
Bedroom….planning…..

I'm packed.

3:52 am
Loo…..planning and primping………

Well, I've made it down the first half of the stairs with no interruption.

I know mum's down there lurking about like a really big lurker.

She'll pop round the corner and give me and my tiny ravaged broken heart a nasty freight.

3:59 am
Hall closet…..almost to freedom….

I need a bit of a rest. Having to haul a suitcase AND Arnold's cage is a right old workout. I'm sweating slightly.

I've decided to bring Arnold for a couple of reasons.

He's a furry little mate and he shall entertain me on our long trek to wherever the hell we're going.

I might have to pull a cannibal and eat him.

Honestly. What if I'm stranded in a tree, my Jedi mind powers have stopped working and a pack of wild wolves has come to call at my homemade lair. I'm screwed. And I'm stuck.

So in order to survive the ordeal, I'll be forced to either throw Arnold down to the dogs and hope they enjoy him and skive off, or I'll have to eat him.

4:02 am
Kitchen……collecting rations…

Right. I WILL NOT EAT ARNOLD!

I can't do that to my furry friend. He's done nothing wrong. He didn't leave me here.

Like a BASTARD!

4:13 am
Yard….balancing….

Wow. It's really difficult to try and balance a cage and a bag of food and a suitcase all while writing in you my tiny incompetent friend.

4:48 am
Room…..alone….angry…

Well, because balancing a cage, a bag of food, a suitcase, and a diary is all so incredibly difficult, it could only end in shambles of course.

And that's exactly what it did. It was the most shambliest shamble of all shambles I've ever witnessed.

4:52 am
Room…still alone…feeling not so angry now….

Right. So I'm about to set off on what I think will be a really exciting adventure, when I hear people apparating into the yard.

My first thought is Death Eaters. So I gave a shout and I spun round and everything that I had been holding went flying with the wind.

5:01 am
Room….alone again…..really not sure as to why so angry….

But of course what I saw as I spun round was Ron, Hermione, and He standing in the yard with heavy looking bags.

Me being my cool, calm, and collected self decided that it would be a grand time to trip over my large suitcase and land very awkwardly on Arnold's cage.

Hermione reckons the cage imprints should go away within the week.

5:10 am
Room…..as usual…where else do you expect me to flee?...

Anyways the three hoodlums were just standing there. Obviously confused.

And shady looking.

Ron came over and rescued me from the enormous weight of my suitcase. Ron then proceeded to stare.

And stare.

And for the hell of it, stare a bit more.

Then He had to do be all logical and ask why I was standing in the yard with a cage, a bag of food, a suitcase, and a diary.

Then I just stood there. Like a tree. Because as we all know, trees like to stand there.

And of course they don't talk.

Right?

5:19 am
Do you even have to ask?...

So in all of my forgetfulness I've gone and forgotten that my birthday just happens to occur in 2 days.

On the 11th.

5:23 am
Closet….for a change of scenery…

Well, in all of my hastiness I assumed that He and his fellow demon worshipers were going off and leaving little old me.

Turns out they went off to Lupin's to collect party supplies for my now not so surprise party…..

Mum'll be in a right state when she finds out I know. That's why she ungrounded me! I can't be grounded on my own birthday! It's unjust! It's unfair!

It's such a mum thing to do!

5:31 am
Closet…..picking at lint….

Right. So false alarm on the whole leaving thing. But don't think I'm not going to be looking out for anymore shady behavior.

5:33 am
Closet…..revelation…..

Hold on a tick!

He kissed me. Full on.

What in the sweet name of Merlin's knickers is that supposed to mean?

Was it a "I want you, my minxy sex-kitten."?

Or was it more like "Oh you poor sickly child. I feel sorry for you. This is just a bit of charity. Keep my name all holy and the like."?

He makes absolutely no bloody sense…..

5:37 am
Closet…just being….

Kind of like when dad is pissed off of Uncle Alastor's magical punch, and he's just put a pair of overly large lacey knickers on his head and he's having a bit of a dance.

I wonder about my parents in their old age. Going all senile and such.

Yes, well I've got bigger Blast-Ended-Skrewts to fry…..

5:41 am
Closet….honestly…..

I wonder what fantastic gifts I'll receive at my party?

Clothes.

Books.

Whips, leathers, and chains…..

A girl can only hope…..

A/N: Okay. Not as long but it's an update. So it's something to read and cherish and review. Go on. Do as your told!