YOU WILL MISS SOMETHING IMPORTANT IF YOU DON'T READ THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Anyways, if you're reading this, yea, here it is.
I'm on hiatus. Frankly, it's no fun to write this anymore, so I don't know.
I have a block, alright? It's the December 1st entry...
Yeah yeah yeah. I know, I deserve to be burned at a stake for not updating last week. But y'all know what? Review and when I get to 25 reviews (only 3 more people!) I swear that I'm going to write a page. I swear, and Taylor can keep messing with me until I do. OK? Good. Now... Onto CRAZY TRINTIY IN A CATFIGHT WITH SOME RANDOM GIRL!
11/14
Dear Journal,
That's final. I'm going to be a Potions Master, probably. At least a Potions Apprentice. Then, I'm going to have a high paying job that lets me make potions.
What was I thinking? Arghs. Now I have to spend the rest of my life making potion after potion after potion for incompetent fools that can't make it for themselves. Erk. I sound like Snape. Dear lord, help me!
There's a party today. It's to celebrate the Gryffindors winning the match against Slytherin. Last time Professor McGonagall caught us really early, so we're redoing the party. I should get dressed. Logan told me that if I didn't wear something nice then he would raid my closet... shudder
About that. We're just being all nice-nice to each other because everyone else seems to be saying stuff. You know, the whole we slept together, I got mad cause I'm a prude (mother... ARGH), I'm going to lose the bet, confess my undying love to Malfoy, and I'm actually in love with him. Yeah. It's that bad.
Not to mention that the girls are practically crawling over him. I swear I saw some girl with a skirt that was so short, it had to be held down when she walked. And another girl buttoned down her shirt so that... Let's just say that there was nothing left to the guys' imagination.
So, we decided to act like we're together when we're with other people. That doesn't mean that we talk to each other. And we still hate each other from last time. So right now, it's a small deal. We sit near each other, glare at each other, and the world thinks that we're in love. These people are sick.
Anyways, we got basically cornered when other people went to me and asked me why I wasn't with Logan. That, and the fact that another girl was sitting on his lap and he seemed like he was about to punch someone. So, I did the thing that a girlfriend would do. I confronted her. What did you think, I slapped her?
She was some Ravenclaw, I think. She looked like she was in 6th year. Anyways, this is what I said. Oh yeah, I was feeling crazy, so I decided to say it with a really American accent. Yeah, I know I sound stupid saying this, but I was bored. Back off.
"Girl, I know you were not all over my man," I said, sticking out a hip, like the others girls used to do. Heh, I guess there is a reason for the popular girls at Salem's after all.
"Of course I wasn't. I was just... telling him something," she said, eyes slanting towards him. He gave her a non-plussed look.
"Do that again, watch where you're gonna land," I said, still with the accent, snapping my fingers across my face. I saw Hermione and Ron a table away, cracking up.
"Say that again, watch where you're gonna land," she said, eyes narrowing.
"Bitch, bring it," I practically yelled. Luckily, it was in the Great Hall during dinner, and it was very noisy. Still, I think that Dumbledore heard me. His eye twinkled.
She came up towards me and then tried to slap me. I caught her hand and punched her in the eye. Man that felt good. Punching is a good stress reliever.
Then, some idiot (Seamus Finnegan I think) yelled out, "CATFIGHT!"
The girl, somehow fueled by this, started pulling my hair. I, who very much valued my long hair, tried to get her off of me, but I couldn't, so I started kicking her, and saying, "Get the fuck off of me, bitch!"
That was when Snape came in. I'm afraid that 1, somewhat old guy with no chance to work out has no chance against 2 very young teenagers that were full of hormones and madness. Still, he tried. He also got a punch in the face by the girl, who missed me when I ducked.
After that, Lupin and about 5-6 other guys tried to subdue us, but you know how I am. I was mad. And frustrated. And I wanted to get rid of the frustration. So, naturally, I took it out on them. Heh. I took on 3 guys. By myself. Heh.
Eventually, Snape got me and Lupin got her, but someone pushed Snape over, so I got free. I came at her, and Lupin was still holding her arms behind her. I stopped, for some reason, and started lecturing them.
"Dude, this is all wrong. You see, you're holding her in a way that seems like a gang trying to mug some guy. That's not right. You should've let her go by now so that we can beat each other up, so that we get tired and you all just take us to the Hospital Wing. Or, of course, you all can stop thinking like some muggles and use your wands, like Professor McGonagall is about to do while I'm distracted. Also, I was defending myself. I stopped myself too, even though I had a great chance to beat her up. You shouldn't take points from me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the Hospital Wing," I said. Everyone was quiet when I said it. I walked out, then Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Logan ran after me. Logan's hand was on my back. Great. We're together. Read the sarcasm.
Anyways, I decided not to go, because I wanted Hermione to get in practice as being a Healer. We went to the library instead. Hermione was scolding me for what happened, but the guys were all laughing.
"That was bloody hilarious!" Ron shouted.
"I know, especially the lecturing part. That was bloody brilliant!" Harry said.
"Dude, I'm just happy that I got the girlfriend that likes saving my ass," Logan said. There were no chairs left, after Ron took on for this foot rest. I frowned.
Hermione said, "You all! You're not supposed to be encouraging this! And Trinity, what possessed you to fight her!" She pushed Ron's feet off the chair.
"Stress, frustration, anger. Not to mention the rumors," I said, sitting.
"Oh, did you hear the latest?" Hermione asked. She's starting to gossip a lot. She's a real girl... erk.
"No, what is it?" I asked her.
"Well, it seems that you and Malfoy are engaged to be engaged, and that Logan is actually your long-lost relative. Well, Malfoy, who just found that out, is trying to make sure that you don't sleep with him, because then he's going to have a deformed bastard son, which he doesn't want. So, he's going to go out with me to get Ron mad and annoyed, so that he gets distanced from all of us. With only Harry there, he's going to break up the two of you, because it's going to make sure that you don't get together."
"Oh God. These people are sick!" I said, leaning back on my chair.
Yeah, so then we came up here for the party. Which brings me to a problem. Hermione stole all of my school uniforms, telling me that I wasn't allowed to wear them. The house elves haven't finished my laundry yet, so I'm suck with no clothes except a long, black skirt. Erk. Time to ask Lavender and Pavarti.
"Hmm... A black skirt... Pav, what do you have for this?" Lavender yelled.
"Black skirt? Shorten it!" she yelled back. Lavender did the charm, which made it a bit high, but was necessary with these two, and then gave it back to me. "Top?" I asked.
"Damn... Pav, halter-top, umm... Gold?" she asked her.
"Too bright. Green?" Pavarti asked back.
"Too Slytherin," I said.
"Red?" Hermione said, coming from no where at all. She was in the bathroom, still changing, apparently.
"Yeah," Lavender said. Hermione stuck her head back in the door, and then her hand came out, producing a dark red halter-top.
I took it, and changed. Erg. That's it, I'm taking my robes. That'll help me with this whole 'too much leg/shoulder' problem.
There. That's better. I'm putting on that designer robe that my mother put in my trunk. Without me knowing. Anyways, it's good for right now. Black, of course, with a couple buttons on the front.
Yeah, so I didn't fully explain why I'm dressing up, do I? Well, when with a Williams or Lionheart, one must dress well when going to social events of importance, such as a party, no matter how small. And since we're both from families that enforce this rule, we have to do it doubly. Especially if some twat's going to take pictures. Erk.
For real. I mean, we have family rule books... You've never heard of it? Most pureblood families have it. Like Malfoy. Oh my god, I'm like Malfoy. Weird...
Anyways, right now, I'm kind of busy trying to find that fire whiskey that Lav + Pav said that they were going to spike the drinks with. I promise that I'll write during that offending social gathering taking place where we relax and study. Sorry, I feel like being smart right now. Later then. Not signing to prove that I'll write later. So HA! Laterness.
A/N: Yea, yea, yea, short, not enough, whatever. Remember, I'm making an extension. So HA! Anyways, next chapter spoilers. Lotsa drunkness, a game of "I've Never Ever", some making out, mistakes, and really feeling stupid. Heh, and it's not always the students that spike the drinks. Remember, think back at chapter 11. Hehehehehe.
