10/18

Dear Journal,

Hello, hello, hello. I am bored, bored, bored. I have no idea why I am repeating every word at the end, end, end. Okay, I'm stopping. Well, 13 more days until the Halloween Ball. Good. Plenty of time for me to devise a plan to hide from them. Them as in Lavender and Pavarti. I am really scared of them. I guess I'll try and do this stuff by myself. Wait... I don't think I should... It might turn disastrous.

Anyways, it's my free period right now, so I'm in the library. Just looking around and there is nothing. Maybe I should check out some of the beauty books and do some research on spells. Arghs, Malfoy and his cronies are here. I'll write later.

I'm back. Damn me and my damn pride. Now, I got into a bet with Malfoy. I really don't like this position. So... The Bet. Yes, it's good enough that it has capitals. Anyways, remember how Dumbledore said that the special guest's son was transferring over to Hogwarts? Well, I have to be his girlfriend by the 1st of December. The stakes? If I lose, I have to announce my undying love (which does not exist!) to that idiot in front of the whole school. If I win, then he has to wear red and gold body paint for a month. Hey, I might hate my housemates, but I have Gryffindor pride.

I'm worried that I'm going to lose this bet. I mean, who in their right mind would want me as a girlfriend? Like I said before, damn my pride. I could've just walked away. But no, I just have to accept it. I feel stupid.

I found out what Hermione and Ron are going to be for the Halloween Ball. Hermione's going as Guinevere and Ron's going as King Arthur. Well, at first, he was going to go as Sir Lancelot, but then I explained the whole story about how Guinevere was cheating on Arthur for Lancelot, and he didn't want to be a dirty scum, no matter how great Lancelot was. Potter's going as Uther Pendragon. And Ginny Weasley is going as Igraine. Funny, isn't it? We're all related. I'm Ron's supposed half-sister, Hermione's sister-in-law, Ginny's daughter, and Harry's step-daughter.

I suppose that we're the only ones that are using history for this ball. Everyone else is going as beasts, or muggles, or something of that sort. Lavender and Pavarti are going as princesses. The Creeveys are going as Harry Potter twins. Malfoy is going as a vampire. I heard this in the hallway, so don't you dare think of it as me stalking him.

I hope no one notices me. I have no idea why, though. Thanks to this bet, I have to make myself noticeable and attractive. I have never done that before. I need help.

I found Lavender and Pavarti. They decided to make alterations on my perfect dress. Those haters. So, now it is extremely tight around my waist and when I put it on, I cannot breathe. I think I'll just make it a bit bigger. No one will notice... at least I hope not. They also messed with my hair. It was funny when I pulled it out of my usual bun. No one had ever seen my hair down, and it was stunning them that mines was that long.

Back to the point. They started doing weird stuff to my hair and wanted to cut it. I refused, because my mother would kill me if I did anything to myself without her consultation. Eventually, they decided to braid it with roses and but it put into a bun. Well, not a tight bun, more like a knot. But it's still the same idea. Oh yeah, I'm also wearing muggle contacts because I read somewhere that Morgan le Fay had purple eyes. So, I can where the non prescription contacts so that my eyes look purple. Cool, eh?

I keep wondering about what could happen at the Ball. Lately, that's all I ever think about. I keep wondering who the wealthy business man could be, and if I suck up, could I get an internship at his corporation. And besides that, what's going to happen to me after Hogwarts? I know that I was supposed to know what I was going to be already so that I could take classes accordingly, but I couldn't decide and I picked all the classes except for Ancient Runes, Astrology, Muggle Studies, and Divination.

Ironic, isn't it? The girl that always has everything done has no idea what to become for her life. Well, I'm extremely bored and I hate having to write random stuff. I've been doing it for far too long now. Hey, Hermione's here. Interesting... She's crying. I better ask. Here's the conversation.

"Hey, Hermione. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"Liar. You're crying. So... Want to tell me why you're crying before I force you to tell me?"

"Wow, you're such a good friend," she commented sarcastically. "It's me and Ron's 1 month anniversary and he forgot. He had no idea what this day was at all. Not even when I mentioned it. After that, he started talking about Quidditch! Quidditch of all things!"

"Oh... Well, guys can be annoying sometimes. You just have to make him feel bad. Then, watch him start memorizing stuff that you didn't even know about your relationship," I told her.

"How do you know this? Did you have a relationship?" she said, nudging me.

"Oh my gosh! Are you on crack or something! I learned it from my mother. My father forgot their 20 year anniversary, and my mother made sure that he remembered every next anniversary."

"Thank you so much. Now, can I help you with anything?"

I'm at loss for words. I do need help with that blasted bet with Malfoy, but she will have the wrath of a fury if I told her about my interaction with him. But then, losing is a worse way to let her know than telling her myself and winning.

"Actually, I need help with a bet."

"Oh! What's the bet?"

"It's with Malfoy," I grimaced. She did the same thing. "You know about that special guest that's coming to the Halloween Ball?" She nodded. "Well, you know about how his son is transferring here?" She nodded again.

"I heard that he's a seventh year. I hope that makes you're bet somewhat easier," she said.

"Yeah, well, I'm supposed to um..."

"Yes?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, I have a month to be his... umm... girlfriend," I finally spat out.

"Okay... And where does my role come in?"

"I've never had a boyfriend, much less a date." I looked at her and smiled my weird smile.

"Oh! Well, what are the stakes?"

"If I lose, I have to confess my undying love to him in front of the whole school." Her face went from unhappy to incredulous at my stupidity.

"We need help. Very, very fast," she said, dragging me out of the library. I feel suddenly scared. Please, books from the library, save me. Or someone at least. Right now, I would even be happy to see Potter. But alas, no one has come. Poor, sad me.

I am now trying to figure out ways to escape my captor. I could start screaming, but then we're going to get in trouble... What to do... No! We're back with Lavender and Pavarti. I didn't tell them about my bet earlier. So, I am bound to be in trouble. Um... I think that I'm going to write later. See you after my torture.

Yes! Yes! Wait. No! No! Man. Why did we have to hang out in the Gryffindor Common Room? Now, even the teachers know about my bet. Here's how it happened.

I was in the Common Room with my torturers. They began talking about the latest fashions and wondering if I should change my Halloween costume. Then, McGonagall walks in, talking about the Ball.

"It has been decided that costumes are mandatory for the Ball. For those that are in 3rd year and above, we will be scheduling a Hogsmeade weekend next week. For those that are not able to go to Hogsmeade, you can come to me for costume requests. We will then- Excuse me!" Lavender and Pavarti were talking the whole time, but Lavender suddenly started talking loudly, oblivious of the Professor.

"Excuse me! Miss Brown, is there something that you want to share with us?" McGonagall asked.

"No," Lavender said quickly, shutting up.

"No, really, tell us what you were talking about," she replies, menacingly. She also had that look in her eyes. shudder

"Oh... Um...," she looks at me pleadingly. I nod quickly, giving her permission to tell her about the bet, simply because I can't get help from them if they're in detention.

"Well, Trinity has a bet with Malfoy... And it's to go out with the new boy coming to Hogwarts... And she asked us for help, because the stakes are really important, and you would find out how important if you knew!" she says. The professor looks interested. "Tell me the stakes then."

"Oh... Um... Well, if Malfoy wins, then Trinity has to confess undying love to him, which is cruel really," nod from McGonagall, "and if Trinity wins, then Malfoy has to wear red and gold body paint for a month," she ended with an evil glint in her eye. I swear, Gryffindors can be so sadistic. I'm so proud that I'm one of them.

"Well then, be sure that Miss Lionheart here wins. I would love to see a Slytherin in Gryffindor colors," McGonagall then says. "Continuing, When you send in your costume requests, we will get it made and owl it to you. Any questions?" No hands rise. "Good. Be sure to look your best, we must impress our guest." And then she leaves.

Well, that's all really, So, I might not update next week. There's nothing really to say. Later.

-Trinity

A/N: I said 5 reviews. I lied. So what?

Recently, I realized that no one's going to review anyways, except for Taylor, and that's because she wants to help me write chapter 13, which I am planning. Question, should I make that chapter in someone else's POV for a change? Or should I just stay with Trinity? I realize that maybe only 3 people are following this, so out of you 3, just tell me. Yeah, tell me. Please review, I'm getting desperate. I can survive on 10 reviews for only so long. And Po, check out my other fic, Hatred. Very angsty.

On another note, WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE! I MEAN, 11 REVIEWS FOR 9 CHAPTERS! WHERE ARE YOU POE, AND RACHEL! WHERE ARE YOU? LOSTNESS, ARENT YOU... HATERS... THIS IS WHY I DON'T REVIEW U RACHEL... HMPH... well, on a nice note, I finished chapter 12. Be happy, because I'm going to play games and do the next chapter tomorrow. See? I'm taking time out of my busy schedule of playing games just to get another chapter done. So be happy and FREAKING REVIEW. I'll shut up know, remember, R&R.