09/11
Dear Journal,
Sorry for the lack of updates, but there hasn't been anything happening. It's all so boring. I mean, no action, no nothing. It's all very frustrating. There is nothing whatsoever for me to do. I did all the homework, Hermione's helping Ron with his, and well, I'm avoiding Harry. I think he's starting to stalk me. It's all very scary. I mean, every time I hear his voice calling my name, I have to run off. Why am I so afraid of confrontation with him? It's not something that's so scary. I think it's because I still like Logan. God, I wish he was here. Then he could help me out with this stuff.
For some reason, I keep humming music from that musical The Phantom of the Opera. It's one of my favorite books. Not to mention I just love the C.D. Oh, I guess I should explain what it's about, huh. Well, there's this girl named Christine Daae. She lives in the Paris Opera House where she was raised because her father died when she was younger. Anyways, she's there as a chorus girl/ballerina. Or, rather, dancer. Well, there's this guy that lives there too, only no one knows it. He's called the Phantom of the Opera, or Opera Ghost. Well, he's a musical genius and he falls in love with Christine when he's giving her secret music lessons. He helps her become a star, and she falls in love with the Vicomte de Changy, also known as Raoul de Chagny. Okay, so then Christine finds out that the Phantom has a face deformity, and she and Raoul get engaged secretly. And then blah, blah, blah, Phantom kidnaps them, threaten to kill him, gets first kiss, and then lets them go. Pretty crazy, eh? Well, then again, I didn't include a lot of details, so you're missing half the story
Well, currently, I want to express my anger about Christine and how she was so selfish. She only thought about herself. But then again, what can I say? Stay with the guy that you're afraid of? So screwed, that whole story... Well, anyways, in recent news. Hermione and Ron are finally together with a bit of help. Arghs, I'm really tired... And it's only 7 at night. I'm still bunking with Hermione, but I've taken to the couch, considering how... Umm, I don't think I'll say anything; I really don't want any bad mental images, especially after one of them came true.
Bored... NOTHING TO DO! Hermione's here. Without Ron for once. And, she wants to talk about... Harry. Potter. That idiot. ARGHS! This is what she says.
"Come on Trinity! You have to talk to him!"
"No, I don't. I could live my life perfectly Harry James Potter free."
"He's now sulking in the library hoping that you'll come down."
"And?"
"Well, go talk to him!"
"Hermione, I thought that you were the type of girl that focuses on her studies and doesn't go into other peoples businesses."
"I'm also the type of girl that cares about her friends."
"Well, then you might want to go to the library to comfort your friend since you seem so concerned over him." With that, she left with a huff and I sat there looking at a book that I had wanted to read.
But with that conversation, I didn't feel good. I just want to blow up. Yes, blow up, like an explosive. Maybe it'll make me feel better. Damn that Potter. He just has to make my life more complicated, doesn't he?
You know what? I think I'm a bitch. I really do. I mean I'm just... spiteful. People try and help me, but I push them away. But then again, I really don't want their help. I wonder what made me so independent. I know that I didn't inherit it from my parents, and I don't have any siblings. Hmm... Maybe that's why I'm so independent. It's because the only help that I got was from my parents, and as I'm growing up, I push them away. Hmm, you know what else? I think I'm starting to sound like a psychologist. And I really don't like it.
Arghs, I have nothing to do, nothing to talk about. I guess I should go to the library and sleep since I just got in a fight with Hermione. I'll write down there.
Err, I can't even stay there. Potter and his groupies were down there, no doubt waiting for me to show up. Or, they're doing homework, like the average person. So... where to sleep now? I know! Gryffindor dorms, where I'm supposed to sleep. I can cast a Concealment Charm on myself (I researched it after I couldn't remember the other night) and then sneak in and stay there for the night. Alright, now I have to walk up all the way to the tower... I wish I was in Ravenclaw, where the Common Room is somewhere near here. Anyways, going up now.
Well, now I'm stuck right near the portrait. I can't get in because they changed the password. Those haters... great, now I mutter to myself too. I can't figure out a password, and I'm going crazy. Can my day really get worse? And as I say that, I pray that it won't get worse. Oh, someone's coming! And it is... a little 1st Year! Yes! I'll ask what the password is. No! Oh, no, he did not just say that... he did not. He will not repeat that unless he wants to be hexed to oblivion... arghs... he didn't say that... oh, I should write down what he said.
Me: "Hey, do you know what the Head changed to password to?"
Puny kid: "They all told me not to tell you because you're a bad Gryffindor that betrayed all of us."
Me: "Who said that?"
Puny kid: "That 7th Year named Pavarti-"
Me: "That... Argh! That little... She is going to die... She should die... All you stupid Gryffindors... I hate you all! You're all IDIOTS! This means WAR!"
Yeah, so at the part where I said, "All you stupid Gryffindors..." and from that point on, I was yelling my head off. The funny thing was that there was a group of other 1st Years walking by, thinking that I lost my mind. Very funny. Mental Note to Self: Laugh later.
Anyways, now, where to go? Hmmm... Maybe I'll sleep in a classroom. The DADA classroom is the closest. I hope Professor Lupin doesn't mind that I'm staying there.
Alright, no one's here. At least I don't think so. Maybe I should-ah! Oh my god... he just popped out of his office. Man, what's his problem with popping up at the most un-needed moments? Jeez, he could give me some warning... Oh yeah, the conversation.
"Trinity? What are you doing here?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me. And besides, anything to distract me from my work would be nice." So, I sit down and I just tell him about what happened in the Great Hall.
"Oh," he says. "But why are you here?"
"Well, I can't exactly sleep with my room-mates whispering to plan my murder, now can I?"
"True. So where have you been sleeping these days?"
"The library. I just currently got kicked out." Alright, all this lying is scaring me. But then, I do lie pretty well...
"Oh. So, you came here thinking that it would be alright to sleep here?"
"If you don't want me here, then I'll just find another classroom. It's not really that hard."
"Well, I wouldn't want you somewhere un-supervised, but the other teachers would make you leave. So I guess it would be alright to sleep here..."
"Thank you and I won't try to make any noise," I say. I then head to the back of the room and conjure pillows and a blanket, then lie down.
So currently, I am lying down on a really hard floor. Wait, what am I doing? I can just conjure an air mattress... Sometimes, I am so stupid.
Oki got it. Now, I am perfectly comfy. Comfiness is nice. Very, very, nice. Alright, I should really be sleeping. Or, I can be reading. I brought... no books whatsoever with me. Oh! Wait, I have... To Kill A Mockingbird with me. Ugh, that book is so very boring. I guess it's still reading material though. Wait, I just want to say something about the author. What kind of name is Harper Lee? At first, I thought that was the name of the company. Really though, did his parents want him/her to become a harpist? Really...
Alright, I should go and read now if I want to sleep. So, goodnight and sweet dreams (though I doubt you will have any dreams at all) and don't let those bookworms bite.
Trinity
