A/N: Sorry about the lack of updates; I've been pulled into a game... So yeah... Here's the next chapter...
12/01
Dear Journal,
Ok, so I didn't write on Friday. But what was the point if I was going to write today? Huh? Can't come up with a reason? Then don't bother me, you stupid book.
It's after classes right now. I think that Snape was meaner to me, if possible. Probably just to say "I may have been nice, but I'm still Snape-the-bastard-in-class." Pretty ridiculous if you ask me. Of course he's still a bastard. Oh yeah, just to show how much of a bastard he is, he gave me a 98 on my essay. Then, on the top of it, he wrote, "How are you supposed to become a Potions Master with this kind of theory? Let's hope that you're better at the practical area of creating this potion." Yup, that's what he wrote, word for word.
I was with Colin earlier. I did a repeat performance of the day after the dance. I just asked him for some fruit, Gods, and he wouldn't give it to me. Something about not being a healthy breakfast... So, I went down to the kitchens to get some food. Colin came down with me, just to make sure that I actually eat this time.
I think that boy's trying to get me together with Harry. He kept talking about him, about how great he is, about how Harry really needs a girlfriend. Eh, I think that he wanted to go out with Ginny, just couldn't because Harry ("He's my role model, did you know that? Now eat your toast") was going out with her ("She's great. I mean, she's in all my classes (ever think that you're just being a stalker?) and she's always helping me. We're really good friends,") and he didn't want to take anything from Harry.
Whatever. I'm really not looking to help anyone out with their love lives. Unless, of course, there's something in it for me...
Well. About this week, with my appearance. Nobody really paid attention to me much. I think that they did notice who I am, just didn't feel the need to bother a girl that was obviously going crazy and showing it with a crazy make-over that required no effort whatsoever. Yes, I am aware that I'm going crazy; do I have to say it twice? Actually, I did say it twice... Ok. Shutting up about that.
Anyways, you know that today's the bet. So, I'm trying to avoid it. But then again, I am a Gryffindor, and we do stupid things, so of course, Hermione talks to me, tells me that I have to go, so, she's going to drag me to dinner for that stupid bet. Even though she knows that I've lost.
She has honestly lost her mind.
Yeah, I have noticed that I went kind of off subject here. What are you going to say about it? Hmm? Nothing? Thought so.
I've only written a page. One stupid page of crap. Yeah, I know, that's the first time that I've ever written that word in here. Does it really matter though? I mean, what really matters when I'm about to lose my mind?
Hermione's pushing me into the Great Hall. I'm desperately trying to figure out a loophole. Arghs, why didn't I get a loophole before I agreed to the bet? I should've did that before I did anything rash...
SCARED is what I am...
Sorry, I thought that I was going to make that into a poem... I guess not then. Anyways, I'm not feeling very poetic, so I guess no poem for you, or whoever is reading this.
Oh, DAMN IT. I'm in the Great Hall. And everyone's staring at me weird. Screw it, I'm hungry and I'm eating.
Yeah. So... they're looking at me. Well, mainly the Slytherins and Gryffindors, but still. I'm being stared at... And I still need a loophole. Ouch. I was just poked by a spork... Wait, where did a spork come from? Okaay, I'm freaked out. Hermione is poking me with a spork.
"Hermione! Why are you stabbing me with a spork?"
"Hmm? What?" she looked around apparently confused. "I was poking you with a spork? I don't know why... There was just a feeling that I should poke you with a spork..."
"Okay," I said as she went back to eating. She's probably thinking about what just happened, so I'm not going to interrupt her.
Oh no. Malfoy and his little cronies are here.
"Well Trinity, it seems that today is December 1st," Malfoy drawls... I like how he said my name. That was random. Let me shut up about that for now.
"Nice to see that you can read a calendar Malfoy," Ron says. He's so cool. Well, not really, but we all let each other believe what they want.
"No one asked you Weasel. Lionheart and I have some business to attend to that doesn't concern you," he sneers. Oh please, like calling him Weasel is really going to piss Ron off?
...Apparently, it did. Ron fumes up. "Go away ferret, or we'll have to make you."
"Says who? And besides, if Trinity wants her family honor untainted, she'd better talk to me," Malfoy says. My family honor? No... Ok, let me explain. Family comes first, no matter what. So, just about every pureblood family has some sort of honor in the social area. I really don't know what he could do to me, but no one kids around when you talk about this. No one, at all.
I nod. "What do you want Malfoy?" I ask him.
"It seems that you haven't completed your end of the bet, so I believe that you're supposed to declare something..." he said, trying to look innocent. Snape gave a smug smile. McGonagall gave him a scathing glare.
Come on... Think of something! Ah ha! Hermione got it!
"Wait! The bet was that she only had to go out with Logan, right?" she asked.
"Yeah, what are you on?" I said.
"Well, you already did go out with Logan, but no one said anything about not being allowed to break up!" she said, excited.
I grinned. "Hear that Malfoy? I still win the bet."
"Yes, but you did break up with him, so that should go under the category of not going out with him, so I think that we should both apply to our penalties," he sneered. He was going down, but he was going to take me with him, ehh?
"Alright then Malfoy. However you want it," I said. There was no point of arguing, he was such a baby. I can be a baby too when I want, so that's why I avoided it. In a situation like this, 2 spoiled brats fighting is not good.
I spoke very loudly. "Attention everyone!" They all looked at me. "I have an announcement to make... I pledge my undying love to Draco Malfoy," gasps everywhere "BUT. Just to let you know, that sentence was about as true as me being ref for the next Thunderer-Warrior game."
The Quidditch people got the joke, but they had to explain it to the other people... I only know that because Ron told that to me a bit ago... Yeah. Anyways, back the point. Malfoy scowls and then leaves the Hall, while I'm just sitting there, being relieved, and then, there's Logan, looking at me. It looked like absentminded staring... Does he like me? Cause I sure as hell like him... Hey, it might even be love. Alright, not real, real love, but that kind of love that everyone says they're in, you know?
Well there's no use in thinking about this stuff. I mean, its not like I'm actually in love, and that's all that matters, right? I mean... Alright, so it's true that I'm waiting for my fairytale romance; what girl doesn't? Look at it; everyone's going crazy about how You-know-who is coming back, killing people. We all want to have everything that we've ever wanted to do in life, and I know for sure that falling in love is in at least half of the population's agenda.
But then there's all of us purebloods out there. Sure, my parents might be nice, He-who-must-not-be-named defiant, but face it, they want their bloodlines passed on. If not for them, it's for their parents or my future if He actually wins the war. I'm not even sure if He'll accept that they refused him before.
So, here are my new set of rules. I must marry a pureblood to keep my parents happy without them having to talk to me about what they want, where if that happens, I will freak out and throw a tantrum. Trust me, I may be 17, but I can still be a brat when I want.
So... I have classes... And not to mention that the DADA tournament thing is still going on, so I'm dueling today... So, healthy breakfast and then I have Potions... I LOATHE that moronic professor who hates students and teaches here anyway... ARGHS. Yeah, that's how much I want to skip classes.
Oh yeah! It was Turkey Day last Thursday! But no one knew what I was talking about... Anyways, Thanksgiving in Britain... Not very fun... And for dinner, they were serving ROAST BEEF. Yeah, I'm serious, they served roast beef. So, I went down the kitchens with Ron and Harry and Hermione and we all had turkey for dinner.
Not that Harry and Ron actually understood why I was kidnapping them to eat turkey, but still. It made me homesick. I want to be back in America where no one stares at you for having a different accent, or wearing different things. And not to mention that no one thinks that you're weird for dragging them down to the kitchens to eat turkey on the 4th Thursday of November...
Well, the bell just rang, so I have to go the class I wrote about up there. I think that I'm going to write on Friday. Maybe. I don't know. Whatever. I'm sure I'm going to write. I just don't know when...
-Trinity
A/N- I'm not too happy with this chapter, and I really don't want to fix it up... This is the chapter that I had block on, can you believe that? One of the more important chapters and I get a block... Oh yeah, props to anyone that understood that Spork thing... haha, it's probably those MS writers out there...
