Author's Note: One day, I might get to what happens on Hermione's birthday. Maybe. Probably not today though.
September 13th (Friday!)
Shoes slept in last night: 0 (thanks to Ginny)
Days to birthday:5 (good)
Number of times received Friday-13th-type bad luck: 4 (v. bad)
Finally got good nights sleep last night, thanks to Ginny's 'scissors' revelation. Really should have thought of that before spent entire day in library. Feel this does not bode well for general intelligence level this year. Think it probably best not to tell others about own stupidity, as might tarnish own reputation of being 'smartest witch of Hogwarts'. Note to self: swear Ginny to secrecy.
Cannot believe that 'Friday 13th' muggle myth seems to have permeated into wizarding society this year. Never noticed it before. Suddenly, am the unfortunate target of all bad luck running around Hogwarts. For example, so far today have been stuck in pairs with slimy-grot-bag-Malfoy in potions (whilst Harry and Ron looked on and laughed; evil, evil friends) and, in same potions class, managed to spill entire cauldron of colour-changing potion down front of robes. Managed to get most of potion off before it started to take effect, but still am walking around with patch on right leg which keeps going between blue, green and mauve intermittently. Cannot even remove with cleaning spell, for some reason. Suspect slimy-grot-bag-Malfoy had something to do with it, adding extra ingredient to own potion. Am not entirely sure that cauldron-tipping was accident either. Hate leaving dirty clothes for poor, enslaved house elves but feel that in this case have little choice.
After potions, bad luck continued like large freight train heading for brick wall. Caught bag on sharp window ledge on entering greenhouse three, sending books and ink flying everywhere. Managed to repare bag, but lost all ink on floor. Must now spend rest of day borrowing from Harry and/or Ron. Hate looking stupid in front of Harry and Ron. Is stressful for Harry to think that friend is going stupid on him at crucial point in wizarding war. Is also stressful for self. Might not be stressful for Ron, but feel that on some level it should be.
Ran into slimy-grot-bag-Malfoy again later, and was in such state of stress and self-pity that could not think of witty-and-cutting reply to usual insults. Feel that day is now complete loss. Wish had not got up this morning - wish that had stayed in bed, shoe-free, and caught up on sleep.
Wonder if have been on recieving end of some kind of Anti-Felix Felicis? Must watch pumpkin juice in mornings in future. Maybe should start emulating Mad Eye Moody in form of paranoid-auror, and only drink from own hip-flask? Hmm, must give such ideas more thought.