A/N: Hey, today's my birthday, so I decided to be nice and update twice! Yea, see how nice I am?
11/03
Dear Journal,
Ok, this entire weekend, nothing has happened. I've been avoidable, so what?
I woke up about an hour ago. Now it's almost 7 A.M. I'm in the library, you know. I'm always in the library when I'm avoiding someone, at least as long as that person isn't in here. Well, so what if I'm avoiding Logan? What can you do to me?
The bet started Saturday though... I have 27 days to get him to be my boyfriend. I'm not sure at all about whether or not I should win this bet or lose. I mean, if I want to win it, then I have to re-meet Logan (for the 3rd time...), meet his temper, and try to be his girlfriend by December. If I want to lose, however, I only get hurt by Malfoy, and that pain is a little compared to Logan's.
I'm hungry. I think I'll run into the hall to get some toast. Erg, I can't. He's in there! All 3 hims! Oh yeah, I mean Logan, Harry, and Malfoy. My god, Ron's in there too. And the 3 Gryffindors are sitting next to each other... Oh no.
Wait! Brilliantness has reached my brain. Mind. Whatever! But, I can ask some bloke to get me a piece of toast. Then I won't be noticed what so ever. HA! I have outsmarted you Malfoy + Harry+ Logan. HA! Now what! In your face! Okay, I'm going to calm down now...
Wait, there's that one guy in Ginny's year! Dude, what is his freaking name! Erg! Colin! It just came to me! Ok, hang on.
"Oi! Colin! Come back!" I shouted.
"Did you call my name?" he turned around, asking me.
"Yeah, I did. Look, can you do me a really quick favor? Just go in there and get me a piece of toast? Please?" I almost begged. My god, I suck.
"Is that going to be your entire breakfast?" he asked.
"Umm... Yeah," I said, wondering why he asked.
"That's not healthy you know. You're coming with me to get a proper breakfast," he said, dragging me off into the Great Hall. I'm trying to hide my face and eat right now. Dammit Colin, why did you have to do that! Now I'm sitting half a table away from them in plain sight!
"There. That's a healthy and complete breakfast," Colin said, approving the food on my plate. "Why did you ask me to get you some toast anyway?"
"Avoiding someone..," I muttered.
"Oh. I think I know who that someone is," he said, chewing on his bacon thoughtfully.
"Great. Just another person that knows about me and my life," I muttered again, but he caught every single word.
"Oh, well, just to let you know, ever since the tower found out about your bet, everyone's interested. I mean, it is killing 2 birds with one stone. We get to watch someone's love life and we get to see a humiliated person at the end. We even have people betting on how it's going to end," he said.
"How it's going to end? There's only 2 ways it's going to end; either I lose or I don't."
"Yeah, but then there's the maybe that you might after all fall in love with Malfoy-" EWWWW "- or you might get the new kid to like you but you absolutely hate him." The bell rang. Good. Now I can escape.
Ah! Argh, someone and their hands over me.
"Guess who."
"Um, creepy person, please get your unsanitary hands off of me before I turn you purple for a week," I said pushing his hands off of me.
It was no doubt at all that by his American accent it was Logan. And he knows that this person was Morgan le Fay last night. .
Okay, last time I wrote I was at breakfast. Now it's DADA class. I haven't written earlier because there were no incidents at all. Ok. So here's what's happening.
I'm sitting in the middle of the classroom, where I always sit. Hermione finally came in. She's sitting next to me. Oh no. Her friends just came in with her. And Logan, being nice and friendly, sits next to me. We also have 5 minutes for class to start. That means conversation. ARGH!
"Hey, what's up with the threatening first thing in the morning?" Logan asks me while I look for my homework.
"I'm not a morning person. Back off," I say softly. Ha! My homework was in my binder... Why I have a binder? Oh, it's useful as an organizer.
"You know I like you, right? And I really want to know your name," he said, putting his hand on my thigh. My thigh. Could he make a worse impression?
"Creepy person, please remove your hand from my leg. And you won't like me so much when you find out my name," I said, do a quick revision of my essay. Hermione was doing the same thing, just shooting me quick glances.
"Class, settle down," says Lupin. "Does everyone have their essays out?" Choruses of yes's echo the room. "Good," he says. Suddenly, the essay's zoom towards his desk. He checks the name quickly and sees that everyone except for Logan did the essay.
"Today we will be revisiting non-verbal spells. Of course, last year, you covered this subject, but this year we will be performing more complex spells. In this lesson, since you all know the theory parts, we shall be dueling non-verbally with a partner. Now, I will watch you all duel one at a time to see how much you remember from last year. This will become a tournament for the rest of this term. The winner of the tournament gets 50 points for their house. Since everyone has this class with their house only, the winner of their house tournament will then face off with the other house champions. That champion will win 100 points. So, let's start off the dueling.
First pair is Hermione Granger and Trinity Lionheart," he says, motioning for us to get on the dueling platform. Erg, write later. Duel now.
Ok, I won. It was a very interesting duel. I'll give you the play by play.
First, we bow yea, whatever. Then, I stand completely still, waiting for Hermione to make the first move. I learned this from my mother. She always says to be patient; don't rush or you'll get a disadvantage.
She sends a stunner my way, but it was really slow for some reason. I dodge it neatly and send a jelly legs curse her way, but she reflects it with a shield. This is where things get interesting. We keep reflecting the spell back and forth, so it's getting amplified. Eventually, I get tired of it and as soon as I reflect it back, I send a leg-locker at her way. She can't dodge both, so she reflects the jelly legs and takes the leg-locker, which she gets rid of with a simple spell. I use that time to do one of my more complicated spells. It's like a Stunner, just different. This makes them go into a deep sleep that can last for hours. Mother gave me the idea for this spell. Yeah. I was that bored that I created a version where there's an entirely different counter curse. Anyways, this was kind of time consuming, so as soon as I finished it and sent it her way, she tried to burn me. BURN ME. That's my move... Humph. I reflected it, so she got put to sleep AND burnt. TAKE THAT!
"Good, good," Lupin says. "Excellent duel. Fifteen points to Miss Lionheart for winning the duel and 10 points to Miss Granger for effort. Next pair, Harry Potter and Logan Williams."
You did not see the look on his face. It was... non-emotionally pissed off. Okay, that doesn't make sense, but his face was stone hard. Ok, let's watch the duel... Whoa, Logan, you better beat up that Potter boy right now. Oh yea, he won! Yay. I'm not going to tell you the whole thing, but Logan barely won. In fact, they were actually insulting each other the entire time. I can not believe that Harry called Logan a "Pretty boy". Logan cursed him after that.
Okay, class is finally over. Screw it. I'm skipping lunch. I'll go to the library instead. Erg, I'm so bored. There's nothing to do except revise my Transfiguration essay. I think that I'll do that.
Oh my god. Logan is here. He's heading straight towards me.
"Damn it Trin, why didn't you tell me!"
"Damn it Logan, why didn't you ever return my owls!"
"Don't you dare change the subject!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Trin, why didn't you tell me that it was you? Why?" he yelled.
"Screw it Logan, you ever think about how I felt! Here was my only friend, leaving me for some stupid trip. I owled you 3 times. Three! And you never even answered me. Dammit, you never answered," I said, starting to cry. I stood up.
"How do you think I felt last night! Here's my ex-best friend that never owled me back, coming to my school. Here he is, and I'm just sitting there, wondering if you ever remembered me. By that conversation last night, I guess that you didn't even care about me. You didn't even remember me!
"You don't know how much you freaking hurt me, do you! I was so freaking naïve... Why would I think that you would actually remember me!"
"Maybe because you were important to me!" he yelled. "Damn, you have to stop underestimating yourself! Stop crying," he said, softly.
"No! Just leave me alone!" I said. I'm getting out. Now.
He grabbed my arm. "Morgan," he said softly. "Don't do this to me."
"Get the hell off of me," I said, softly, but in my deadly, pissed off voice. He did let go. Now I'm in the Transfiguration classroom. I'm still crying.
Why he called me Morgan? We used to call each other by our middle names. His is Arthur. But no one else did this. It was our special thing, like how other people have secret handshakes.
I'm so confused right now. Do I really want to have his apology? Or should I just make him leave me alone? And then there's that entire annoyance of a bet...
Why couldn't my life be simple? I could have just stayed in America, Logan could've just not gone to that stupid trip he was on for 6th year, and we would've all been happy. Damn. I hate it when these things are complicated.
Class starts in 10 minutes. I really don't care. Screw it, I'm cutting. Let me go to Hermione first. Into the Great Hall I go. I must look crazy. My hair tie fell out, so all my long hair is out there, just all over. They're all looking at me. Everyone.
I got to Hermione, finally. "Tell McGonagall that I didn't feel well so I went to the Hospital Wing. Give her my essay?" I asked in a quiet voice. That entire time, I either looked down or at Logan. I couldn't look at Hermione. She saw the tear tracks on my face. Everyone in the Hall did. So, after she said yes, I left, stopping at the door, the looking back just to meet Logan's eyes with mines.
I'm in my bed now with the curtains drawn. I'm trying to calm myself, but every time I think about it, more tears came out. Who knew that I had this much liquid in my body to spare?
I don't know when I'll write again. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. I will write, though, so don't worry. What am I talking about? I'm telling a book not to worry about me... Well, I think that I'll start on my homework now. Bye.
-Trinity
A/N: Not my best, I know. It's just that I never really had a confrontation like this, so it was hard to make up. Well, I'm kind of unhappy with the fact that Taylor is the only one that reviews... Oh well. Doesn't matter anyways... She's the only one that reads the notes anyways...
