September 23rd
Hours slept in this morning: 3 (v. good)
Bars of chocolate eaten: 5 (feel slightly sick)
Interesting things seen with telescope: 1
Am having v. good weekend. For once in life found self to be glad that had no work to do, as it meant that could lie in bed for three extra hours this morning without feeling slight bit of guilt. When finally got downstairs, was even more pleased to see that Mrs Weasley had sent copious amounts of chocolate to Ron and Ginny, who were protesting that two people could never eat so much chocolate, and so were givinghuge piles of itaway to Harry and myself. Yum. Passed on breakfast, and ate Honeydukes chocolate instead. Was v. nice, but am feeling slightly sick and slightly hyper now from sugar-overload.
Decided to take today as opportunity to set up new telescope. Had originally got intention of waiting for evening to spot stars and other astronomical-type phenomenon with it, but combination of too much sugar and being egged on by Harry, Ron and Ginny made self eager to set it up this afternoon instead. Have found that from common room window can see into office windows of Professors McGonagall and Snape. Think that there might be mileage in such discovery in future.
September 24th
Bars of chocolate eaten: 2 (probably for the best)
Books ordered from catalogue: 15
Times left common room today other than to go to own room: 0
Think am becoming some form of recluse, as did not leave common room at all today. Did not feel hungry enough to go all the way down to the great hall for food, instead relying on two of the larger bars of Weasley chocolate. Wonder if this is first step to future life as hermit, where will live in one room in house, never going out or seeing anyone, just 'accio'ing food at sporadic intervals from the kitchen and sending Crookshanks to go shopping so that don't have to get up from chair. Scary. Does not bear thinking about.
Feel that the reason behind own reclusiveness is book catalogue from Ginny. Have ordered no less than 15 books today from said catalogue. Think this might be a quick way to an empty bank account, but when faced with pile of books as tall as self do not care much. Other teenagers might think huge piles of clothes and makeup are the way to eutopia, but I know better.
September 25th
New books delivered: 14
New books read: 14
Hours of sleep last night: 2 (v. bad)
First of new books arrived just as was going to bed last night. Am not sure that 24 hour service is good thing, as was hooked from moment that first book arrived. Had just finished first book when second arrived. And so on and so forth, for rest of evening until five o'clock this morning. Finally recieved a letter (just as was finishing last few pages of excellent muggle murder mystery set in Ancient Egypt) saying that final book in order would be with me tomorrow evening. Cannot really be disappointed, since delivery of first fourteen books was excellently prompt. However, now find self exceedingly tired, as had to get up at 7am to be in time for breakfast before first class. Hate Monday mornings.
As if am not clumsy enough in normal state of affairs, find self being increasingly more clumsy when am tired. Have walked into three doors today already, tripped up on very flat floor with no visible cracks or raised areas and put foot into trick stair on staircase. Feel as if have taken 'do not embarass self' resolution, written it onto piece of paper and thrown into fire in Gryffindor common room. To make matters even worse, was on my own when trod on stupid staircase, and had to pretend that was tieing shoelace for fifteen minutes until Ron happened to walk past and could get him to help pull me out. Now have v. sore ankle and v. wounded pride. Still, love Ron as he didn't laugh (much) or run off to tell anyone else (except Harry and Ginny, but they are also friends and so are allowable). Wish could spend tomorrow in bed, orbetter, in library. Wish that still had time turner, so that could take whole day off sleeping then at end of day go back and do day again. Hmm, is worth thinking about.
Author's Note: Sorry that this was a fairly short chapter. My muse has gone on holiday, or more likely been scared off by the freezing cold conditions in the room in which I'm writing. If you have any particular ideas of things you think Hermione should encounter or a situation you'd like to see me write then mention it in your feedback and I'll see what I can do. No promises, mind. And nothing too outlandish in the forms of suggestions either, I know what you're like...