09/04

Dear Journal,

Arghs. Lots and lots of arghs. We got a student teacher for Charms. Her name's Cho Chang. She's only a year older than us, and used to be in Ravenclaw. When she was introduced in class, Harry gave her a weird look. I think that he doesn't like her. Must get information on this. Maybe if I start hanging around her, then he'll stop bothering me. Mwhahahaha. Great plan for me. Oh yeah, about the information. I'll ask the Ravenclaws; I've been hanging around them since yesterday. They seem to like me around.

I heard some rumors that there was a Halloween Ball. Basically, it's a masquerade and everyone has to come. I wonder what/who I should go as. I guess Morgan le Fay. That's who my middle name was named after. Morgan the Fate. That's what her name means. Oh, here's a Ravenclaw. I'll ask.

Okay, they said that Cho and Harry used to date when Cho did something that made them break up. Not exactly who I would want my friend to be, but oh well. Oh yeah, I also asked where the kitchens are. I mean, I can't exactly go into the Great Hall for meals when Harry's there, but I don't want to starve, now do I? Well, in the hallway with the portraits of fruit, there's one of a pear and I have to tickle it. Hmm, well, here I go. Oh, found it and I tickled it. Now a handle pops out, I open it, and see... Weasley. Oh, umm... The one that's Potter's sidekick. Anyways, here the conversation.

"Oh! Hi... umm, what are you doing here?" he asks.

"Getting something to eat... I can't exactly face my own house, now can I?" I reply. Sometimes, he is so thick.

"Oh. So, you want to sit with me?"

"Um, sure," I said. I know; completely against my beliefs, but hey, was I thinking? No. And besides, I might get some good information about Harry out of him.

Suddenly he gets tackled by a little thingy that's wearing lots of hats and mismatched socks.

"Harry Potter's Wheezy is here, but where is Harry Potter?" it says. I know recognize it as a house elf. House elves now shall haunt my mismatched sock filled dreams. Not a pretty sight.

"Umm, Harry's upstairs reading," Ron says. Then he introduces me. "Oh, this is Trinity Lionheart. She's new at Hogwarts."

"Oh! I is Dobby, Miss Trinity. Would you like something to eat?" I wanted to just fall down and start cracking up. I mean, he's this puny thingy that can take Weasley down. Don't ask me why that's so funny, because it just is.

"Yes, but something healthy please," I answer. Hey, you may want to eat all this junk, but I want to live a long, healthy life.

Soon, our food is delivered and we start eating at a smaller table off to the side. This is the part where I get uncomfortable with all the silence. So, I speak. I mean, what else am I going to do?

"So... You're friends with Hermione and Harry?"

"Yeah, since our 1st year."

"Just curious, but are you going out with Hermione?"

"No! Why would I be? I mean, she's like my sister!"

"Pft. Liar. I see how you two look at each other."

"Alright, you caught me. But-hey! Why should I be talking to you? You've just insulted me and my friends!"

"Do you really want to know why I didn't want to be friends with you guys? It's because you gave really bad first impressions. First impressions are a lot, and yours said that you can be rude, stupid, and annoying. But I am now willing to be your friends." Okay, quick question to myself- Why did I do that! I can be so stupid at times...

"Oi! It all makes sense now. Just wait until I tell Harry and Hermione."

"Wait! Please don't tell Harry... You could tell Hermione though. I'm so looking forward to talking to her about Arithmancy."

"Oh, you don't want me to tell Harry? Is it because of what happened the other night?"

"Yes, so please just don't tell him." With that, he runs off. Ok, right now, I'm freaked out because I just made friends with the two-thirds of the trio that attacked me. Oh well, I can always make them back off any time.

I really don't know what to do know. I suppose I could sneak up to my room, place a concealment charm on myself, and go to bed early. That would be a good idea except for the fact that I forget how to do a concealment charm. Oh well, I got to face the firing squad sometime. My father would call it good endurance. Endurance my arse. Arghs, bloody British! I'm starting to curse like them... Arghs!

Okay, so currently, I am risking my life by walking in the hallways. Yes, my life is threatened by even that. Well, here's the common room portrait. I know the password, but I'm almost afraid of all of them. Not afraid in the way that they would hurt me or ignore me, more like afraid that they find out who I am. Well, moment of judgment. And my decision is to... Enter. I guess I have to write what happens later, it looks like chaos in here.

Okay, recapping what happened when I left off. Well, everyone stops, looks at me, then someone, Pavarti gave me a cold, hard stare.

"What are you doing here? You're a betrayer," she says.

"Well, considering that my living dorms are here, I guess I have to return here, right?"

"Yeah, sure, why don't you sleep in the library like last night? Or are you too good for even that?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"We aren't stupid Lionheart; we know who you really are. You're that rich Pureblood family." Well, they found out who I am. I guess I should be afraid. Very afraid.

"Just because I'm a Pureblood doesn't mean that I'm like Malfoy. There are some good people that just happen to be Purebloods."

"Such as...?"

"Sirius Black. You all know him, formal Azkaban escapee, only to be proven innocent after he served 12 years in prison for a crime that nobody committed. He helped out the Order of the Phoenix, an organization dedicated to defeating Voldemort. Now are you really going to tell me that he's isn't a good person that was a Pureblood?"

"We want someone that's alive Lionheart," she drawled. Jeez, the evil Gryffindors were becoming more like the evil Slytherins. They should really think about being friends...

"Well, here's someone that you all know well. Headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore is a Pureblood. If you all did some research, then I guess you would've been able to know that. But, since the only reasons why some people like you would go to the library are for some snogging sessions, I guess you wouldn't know." What the fudginess! Did I just say snog- wait, did I just say fudginess? Arghs, fake cursing!

"Well, you still don't belong in Gryffindor. Why don't you just bunk with one of your Ravenclaw friends you bloody bookworm? I mean, it's not like anyone here would miss you."

Out of the crowd, Granger-Hermione I mean, well, she steps out and says something to Pavarti.

"I take that offensively. I'm a bookworm; does that mean that I should bunk with that Ravenclaws too? I guess so, but then again, I don't need to, and neither should Trinity. And besides, I would miss her if she left," she says and stands next to me. She takes my hand and squeezes it, giving me a source of comfort.

"Thanks," I whisper.

"Let's go," she whispers back.

So then we leave the rest of the house there, staring. Ron runs up to us though, and comes with us. As soon as we were out of earshot of those wretched housemates, Hermione began talking to me quickly and animatedly.

"Oh, those evil idiots! How could they do that? They're wretched, that's what they are!" she says.

"Umm, sorry to interrupt, but where are we going?" I ask.

"Oh, the head's dorms. You can stay there with me now that we're friends."

"Oh, ok, but Ron, why are you here?"

"Oh, just to let them know that I'm with you guys." So then we reach a portrait with no distinct looking markings. It's of Morgan le Fay. Very... interesting, isn't it? Anyways, she tells me the password is "Chocolate." As soon as she tells me, Morgan, with an evil looking smirk on her face, opens up.

"Alright Ron, you can go now," Hermione says.

"Aw, can't I watch Trinity get settled in?"

"No, unless you want to get my stuff out of my ex-dorm," I say with puppy eyes.

"Fine, I'll go get it," he says, stomping off. Ha, that worked perfectly! Mwhahahaha! Okay, getting over reacted... Anyways, back to recapping. Well, we go into the common room, and I'm just stunned. I mean, it was the perfect synchronization of both house colors. Very nice. Anyways, we went up the right stairwell to her door, which was guarded by yet another portrait. This time, it was a lion. Yup, and I guess Malfoy (the other head) had a snake. But the password was unbelievable. Guess. Just guess what it was. Ron. That was the password. Bye then.

Trinity