A/N: Hey there! Ok, so as I'm writing this note, my internet's out, so I can't check the reviews/hits that I've had on the last chapter. Ok, and also. I have finally taken Rachel's advice to plan out what happens. Alright? So the chapters should be written a bit faster now that I don't have to spend 15 minutes brainstorming about what to write about. So yeah... That's an improvement. Ok, that's all and here's the aftermath. Well, not really. But a week after being drunk. Hehe...

Oh yeah, I've revised the first few chapters, so visit and tell me what you think!

Trinity: AHH! NO! YOU KILLED MY PERSONALITY! Sobs.

Spicy-Obsession- Oh, shut up, you sucked anyway, you stupid, arrogant, MARY-SUE!

Sandra- AHHH! STOP CALLING ME MARY-SUE! Oh, wait. Sorry, sometimes I forget I'm not being Trinity in the A/Ns...

Taylor- Here to do disclaimer again. Well. Sandra does not own Potterverse AT ALL. DON'T FLAME HER!

Rachel-Back to a week after being drunk... Here you go!

Sandra- ACK! STOP INVADING MY STORY!

11/21

Dear Journal,

Hey there. Last week was somewhat eventful. Not really in good way though. I'm kind of mad at everyone. Just because of Logan. And that kind of makes me happy. I have no idea why, so don't ask, ok? Good.

Truth. The teachers didn't get in trouble for spiking our drinks, but we got in trouble for having a party. I was right that Logan would be mad at me the next morning. We got into a huge row. And yes, he is available to everyone else. And yes, I'm turning British. Also, he did find out about the bet that he recently did not know about.

False. I did not sleep with Malfoy just to get Logan mad. Logan and I did not make up. We did not confess our undying love to each other. I did not go out with Harry, and I did not get into a fight with Ginny Weasley.

Unconfirmed. We do not know whether or not Hermione lost her virginity to Ron that night, nor do we know whether or not Harry and Ginny broke up. We also do not know if Logan has broken up with that girl from Ravenclaw that I beat up.

Point. Everything went crazy that night and I did not go out with anyone since me and Logan's "breakup". There are 5 million girls fawning over Logan now that I'm out of the picture, and I'm running out of time for that stupid bet.

Sigh I have to tell you, don't I? Yeah, it was trouble in paradise that night. It just made the morning really bad... Erg, here he comes. I have to hide really quick. Ok, now I'm in the library. In some section that no one ever uses... Sex ed! Whoa, that's so not right... Maybe I should show Hermione this section? Ewww, bad mental image! Anyways, here's what happened.

I wake up, and then I start going down to breakfast. In the Common Room, Logan's there, waiting for me, right? But instead of being the happy cheery guy, he's the mad pissed off guy for the day after the Halloween Ball. So, I ask him what's wrong.

"What's wrong! What's wrong is what I tried to do with you last night!" he shouts.

"Well, if it's so wrong, you don't have to make everybody wake up because of you screaming about it!" I hissed.

"Trin, look, I'm sorry, are you okay? You hurt? Anything?" I have no idea why, but I just lost it. It was too much stress and here's my "boyfriend" over worrying about me.

"Look, don't worry, I'm fine," I said. I had a headache from only 6 hours of sleep, so my temper was running short.

"No, really, are you honestly ok?"

"Why are so worried! We aren't even really together!" I shouted, just loosing it.

"What? This has nothing to do with me being worried about you," he stated.

"Sure it doesn't. You only freaking care about me because you're just using me to get those girls off of your back!" I said, still mad, with a terrible migraine.

"Oh, like you aren't using me for that stupid bet with Malfoy? Don't say anything, I saw you with him in the Hospital Wing, you slut! Just waiting until the first of December, then you're going to leave me for him, aren't you!" he yelled. The entire house came out by now.

"Ever think that you were so drunk that you didn't see right? Or that there are other girls with dark hair that Malfoy could've been hitting on! Ever think!" I said, tears coming out now. He thought that I was a slut... What would you do if you had this splitting headache and your fake boyfriend is someone you actually like?

"Damn," he said softly. He finally realized what he had done. "Listen, Trin-"

"No. No, you listen. I don't want anything to do with you at all. Now just leave me alone. Just go," I said, tears still coming down, leaving the Common Room. I found comfort in the dungeons, where Snape-the-one-that's-nice took me in and made me drink some tea, then gave me a headache potion. Very nice of him. But then again, this was the really nice Snape, not Snape-the-bastard.

So then, I went to classes, away from everyone, for the rest of the day, hid in the library, fell asleep in the library, went to classes. Everything was fine, until the day after. So, I was in the Common Room, right? I was studying with Hermione, Ron, and Harry for the next Transfiguration exam. Ok, so here we are, me re-writing my notes, Hermione reading her notes, and Harry and Ron trying to get the practical part of the test. And then, suddenly, a paper ball makes its way onto my notes.

Ron and Harry mess up their quills that they were trying to turn into owls, Hermione jumps, and I'm thinking 'What the hell?'

We all just ignore it, as this has been happening for the past day, and we go back to our activities. Hmm... Harry seemed overly happy. I just remembered that... Anyways, back to the story.

I start to hear voices. Some girl saying, "She didn't care, let's try again." Then, I guessed that they were talking about me. I mean, I was the person that was basically carrying a "SCREW WITH ME" sign on my back, so who else would they be talking about?

I was right. I put up a shield (Reflectos) just in time, so that it bounced off and hit the girl. I looked up and then I gathered my things. I decided to be really pissy, so I went up to her and started talking.

"Bitch. Do that again and you'll find out that I can hurt you without my wand," I said and then I turned around. I was going to go to Snape and ask for a calming drought. After all, if I wanted to survive this, then I was going to need a lot.

And then she did it. She threw another paper ball at me like and immature 10 year old. Wait, no, even a 10 year old would realize that they were being stupid and treading into dangerous land. So, I turned around, and did the normal thing. I slapped her. Next thing I know, Potter's all over me, holding me back. Imbecile. Sorry, I felt like having an "I-am-superior-using-my-large-vocabulary" moment there.

Well, then I start getting mad, and he goes, "Calm down, then I'm going to let you out." I value the use of my limbs, so I just stop, and then he still won't let me go. So I say, "Get the hell off of my Potter."

I shrug him off and I start for the dorms. Only, I hear him say to Ron, "Someone's PMSing." So here I am, frozen on a stairway, and listening to a guy talking about me PMSing. That boy is about to get hurt.

I turn around, glare, and you know, the works. Then I say, "What were you saying?" He, like the idiot he is, stutters, "N-nothing at all." I walk up to him and slap him twice. One because he was talking about my female workings, and another one because he lied. I was smug, I know I was. I just b-slapped the Boy-Who-Lived for lying to me.

Well, I went into my dorms, yeah, yeah, and then I started studying. So here I am, today. I am so screwed. It doesn't take a genius to know that I have no way to win that stupid bet, and that I'm going to be the laughingstock of the school. And after that, Mother's going to be disappointed, and I hate it, and Lupin and McGonagall are going to lose, which makes them mad at me, and that makes me a bigger target for classes. And now I'm ranting. Erg. It's not right.

Wha! What the hell! Why can't I see this text? I'm trying to study, obviously, and I can't read a word of the book! My eyesight, probably. It's been acting up for days now, and I can't see anything far away. Sometimes it effects what's near my face too. But I never thought about it. I mean, L- he did cast an eye correction spell on me... It shouldn't be resulting in this.

So, off to Pomfrey we go. I hope she can fix it.

Ok, she can't. Here's the reasoning:

Alright, so he cast that spell on me, right? One major problem about that. Eyesight continues to change until when you're about 20. When it was casted, I was 15. Therefore, my eyesight would still be changing.

She doesn't want to do the spell because it might have some negative effects being casted twice on the same eyes. So, instead, I get glasses. Again. Great, eh?

Well, at least I didn't get those really dorky glasses. The ones that I got were black and silver. They were thin and light and the lenses aren't really that big either. So, in result, I look better than when I didn't have the glasses.

Wait. I just realized something. I'm a geeky 4 eyes now. Erg... Even more reason for the other people to bait me. Wait. They can't bait me... If they don't know who I am. HA! I can use this to my advantage. All I'll do is leave my hair down, get my skirt a bit shorter, tighten my shirt, wear my glasses, and presto. New person. Yeah... I think that I'll do this, if only to get everyone off of me and to make them see that I'm not hurt. Just simply fazed. I'll start on Monday and I'll write how it goes next week. For now, I have to ask Lavender and Pavarti for some more favors.

Later, until next week. Au revoir. Sorry, felt like being French. Heh.

-Trinity