September 28th

5:11pm

Have to go to detention with Dean in half an hour. How romantic! We can snog while scrubbing Slughorn's cauldrons…

Trill is having another rant about her 'boring grey eyes'. Would she just shut up about the eyes! –At least she doesn't have frizzy hair.

Stacy Elderwood: Oh my gosh! I have so much homework. I'll be up to two in the morning finishing it! Does anybody know anything about Manticores?

TM: How can you be so inconsiderate? On and on about your manticores when clearly I am suffering from BORING GREY EYES!

JB: (Sympathetically) Oh dear. Has someone had a bad day? Do you want to talk to me about it?

TM: (Angrily) Of course I haven't had a bad day! My day went perfectly fine! My life is perfect! It's my eyes I have a problem with! They are boring. And grey!

Odylia Rosenvelt: (enters, closes eyes and breathes deeply) I'm sensing some very negative energy in here, perhaps we should-

TM: Don't look at me with those Sparkling Emerald eyes! (flops down on bed)

9:27pm- after detention

Detention started out with the predictable lecture from Professor McGonagall.

Minerva McGonagall: I am very disappointed with the both of you.

Me: (thinking) What an original way of starting off.

MM: What were you thinking blah blah blah disregarding school rules blah blah blah in times of war blah blah blah disgrace to your house blah blah blah fifty points from Gryffindor blah blah blah Inappropriate technique! blah blah blah head should be tilted to the left while snogging- what have I taught you?

Me: (thinking) Must have drifted off there for a second. I'm sure I didn't hear that…

MM:And since you seem so enthusiastic about babysitting flobberworms, I've arranged with Hagrid for you to do your detention taking care of the flobberworms. You will also be writing a foot long paper on their progress.

DT: (mumbles something about "boring", and "waste of a Monday night")

MM: You will do this tonight, on Thursday and on Sunday-

DT: Professor that's three days-!

MM: - For three weeks!

So then we started babysitting the flobberworms. Do you know how boring and pointless that is? There are only so many ways to say 'sleep'. And McGonagall sat in the room with us, marking papers, so there was absolutely no flirting over the flobberworms involved.

Hair Status: 4.25 - Floppy and Flobbery

30th September

5:34pm

Professor McGonagall gave me a note to give to Harry. Maybe he'll have to baby-sit the flobberworms too. I'll give it to him at Quidditch practice. First practice of the year! I'm so excited. Dean isn't. He's off in another huff. Honestly- men!

8:29pm

Practice went great. Katie Bell did this amazing little trick- she almost fell off her broomstick, but managed to sort of pirouette back on, scoring a goal in the process. Ron also managed to stay on his broom- a feat he should be proud of! Okay, okay, I'll give him some credit. He managed to save quite a few shots- not mine of course…

Gave the note to Harry. He seemed very happy about it. Guess he's not babysitting the flobberworms then. Wonder what it said.

Hair Status: 2.5 Mischievous Mane

1st October

7:21pm­­-in Second Detention

Am currently babysitting flobberworms. Fun. Dean is trying to peer over my shoulder, trying to see what I've written.

Dean is very sexy.

That made him happy. He's gone back to prodding the flobberworm and smiling to himself.

Hair Status: 3.5- Lumpy Locks

4th October

12:31pm

Was doing homework with Jas in dorm when Trillium barged in. Honestly. I wish she could make up her mind whether she's going to be happy or moody.

TM: (Strikes a pose) Notice anything different about me, Ginny?

Me: (If I say the wrong thing, this could go disastrously) Ummm…. New robes?

TM: (Sighing happily) Nopies. Guess again!

Me: Erm…

TM: I thought it would be obvious! I have Mysterious Grey Eyes.

Me: Ah. Okay. What happened to the 'Boring Grey Eyes'?

TM: Boring Grey Eyes? When did I have those? (wrinkles up nose)

Me: Last Monday.

TM: Don't be silly! I was being… humble. But Merek- I mean My Derek! I mean Derek, has made it quite clear that I do in fact have (long happy sigh, accompanied with an eyelash flutter) Mysterious Grey Eyes. He looked longingly into my mysterious grey eyes with his own dark hazel eyes, his hand heavy on my shoulder, burning desire into my flesh. In a low voice, full of lust, he said "Trillium Mairon, you have Mysterious Grey Eyes." From that point on….

Always knew she'd crack someday.

12:45pm

Teachers are giving us way too much homework. Think I'll take a break. I'm hungry.

12:46pm

"Mysteriously" enough, Trill doesn't want to go for lunch. She's currently lying onmy homework in a state of semi-consciousness, murmuring on and on about her eyes.

Me: Come on! I'm hungry! Maybe 'Merek' will be there….?

TM: Yes! Let's go! Which of my shirts will bring out my Mysterious Grey Eyes best?

Me: Does it matter? (Guess this means we'll be eating in an hour…)

TM: Excellent idea! The blue will look absolutely stunning! You have quite the eye for fashion. Not a mysterious grey eye, of course (cheerily). A warm, milky chocolate maybe, but not mysterious…

7:21pm

Back in detention. Completely out of ideas for ways to describe flobberworms. I think I've already used all the words possible to describe sleeping: conk out, snooze, doze, drop off, nap, nod off, hibernate, kip, languish, retire, take a trip down slumber lane, saw logs, get horizontal.

Dean found the last one particularly amusing, and gave me an odd look. He's still giggling about it now in fact.

7:23pm

Get Horizontal? Now I get it.

7:24pm

Gross.

Hair Status: 3- Hat Required. "Mysteriously" enough.

7th October

5:32pm

I have so much homework. OWL year is really stressful. No wonder Fred and George only got three OWLS each. If I had a thousand time-turners, I still wouldn't get all my work.

Come to think about it, how did Fred and George get three OWLs? I think I'm looking at two and a half now….

Maybe I could train the Flobberworms to do my Transfiguration homework…

6:27pm

I'll never understand Trillium. Quite lost my appetite at dinner today - even though it was meatballs…

Ian McLloyd: Good evening, ladies! Mind if I join you. (Note: last sentence was not a question)

Me: (Mockingly, with a salute) Top o' the morning to ye!

TM: (Suddenly struck into a trance, stares lovingly at Ian's face) Top of the morning. Ian.

IM: (Immediately finds that really suspicious point one foot below eyes and stares at it lovingly) I see you girls are enjoying the- meatballs. (Raises eyebrow as he stresses the word 'meatballs')

TM: (In breathy voice) Yes. The meatballs are… large, and juicy.

IM: (Still focused on that odd point. Must look into that. Might be a contagious disorder) Yes. I like large, juicy meatballs.

Me: (Thinking) Please don't tell me we're having a conversation about meatballs. Juicy meatballs. Large, juicy meatballs. (Outloud) Trill, what about Derek?

TM: (Still staring at his face- she must have caught whatever it was!) He is grey. And boring. Ian, you are so green, and sparkly.

Me: (Feeling noxious) Er… I promised I'd help Jas with her Arithmancy. I'll see you guys later.

Doubt they even noticed I left.

Hair Status: 3.5- Lumpy Locks

11th October

8:20pm

Am so bored. Again.

Ode to Cart-Wheeling Flobberworms (or lack there of)

There's nothing to make these flobberworms do

It's a bit cold today and one of them's blue

I prodded another one with the tip of my wand

Of this he was rather not fond

I tried to make one do my Transfig

Unfortunately the book was far too big

I tried to make one do a flip

Unfortunately all he could do was trip

If he did a cartwheel, I promised him a treat

Unfortunately he had no feet

I tried to make him do a somersault,

Unfortunately he was squished- all Dean's fault!

9:17pm

I'm so tired- and I still have to do Transfiguration homework. Useless Flobberworms.

11:34pm

Finally finished. So tired I can't think straight. The last part of my essay is probably written in Troll.

Hair Status: 4.25 - Floppy and Flobbery

12th October

8:02am

Unnnnnh.

8:04am

Eonnh. I'm so tired. Literally had three hours of sleep.

Last night, when I came up to bed, Jas was still awake, sobbing. She's so stressed about all the OWL homework. She got a bad mark in Arithmancy, and her mum's really angry. I don't think it helps that her mum is a top-class Numerologist. Or that her brother is the Vice-President of the Hogwarts Arithmancy Association. Or that her sister is a star student and on the Quidditch team who her father, being a professional Beater, dotes on. I'm so glad I have Fred and George (who still haven't sent me my birthday present).

Jas is brilliant at Care of Magical Creatures, but her mother thinks it's a fluff subject, that the average House Elf could do. I'd like to introduce her to Charlie.

I spent three hours comforting, hugging, agreeing and eating Walnut Chocolate with Jas. At least a Hogsmeade visit is coming up. Those always cheer her up. And we can replenish the Walnut Chocolate stock.

8:56pm

Uinnnngh. Bloooofnh. I'm more sleepy than the Flobberworms.

Hair Status: 4- Hair Brushes Beware

13th October
6:22pm
Asked Jas for help with my Care of Magical Creatures homework. Got an hour long lecture on Diriclaws. She seemed quite delighted to be of some assistance. I don't think she noticed I was dropping off, sawing logs, getting horizontal.

Trill just got a note from Derek. He wants her to meet him some where after supper. She's giving herself the "Put-On-Your-High-Heels-And-Button-Down-Your-Blouse" pep talk. She's currently reminding herself to breathe through her nose.

6:48pm
Trill's back. She's up in clouds again.

TM: Guess who's just asked me to join him at Hogsmeade! (Does not wait for reply) Derek Tottle!
Me: What about Ian McLloyd?
TM: …Who?
Me: You know- he's green, and sparkles.
TM: (Long pause) Oh. Him. No- Derek's grey, and mysterious. Who wants to sparkle?
JB: But I thought you said my eyes were sparkling…?
TM: (Ignoring Jas, sighs) Mrs. Derek Tottle. Mrs. Trillium Tottle… (Wrinkles nose) I think I'll keep my own name.

15th October
7:32pm
Ran into Marvin again while on my way to the Library with Hermione.

MRR: Hi. Ginny. (Staring, sighing, and smiling)
Me: Hullo, Marvin…
MRR: I have a present for you. Ginny. It's a whole bag of lime-flavoured Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans. I spent two hours them sorting them- I hope there aren't any Ear Wax-flavoured ones in there. Ginny. That would be exceedingly disappointing.
Me: How nice of you… (Wondering whether to scream or laugh…)
MRR: (Still Staring, sighing and smiling) I've been carrying it in my pocket everyday in hope of running into you. Whenever I leave my dorm, I think to myself, "Oh, I musn't forget those Berty Bott Beans for. Ginny."
Me: How… interesting. Er, I really must go now. Lots of homework.
MRR: Good luck. Ginny. Salutations! Ginny. (Giggle)

Salutations? Strange little Uranus Moon Hopper.

Hermione is peering at me oddly over the wooly bladder she is knitting.

Hair Status: 2.5- Mischievous Mane

16th October
8:22pm
Can't find Harry anywhere. Been looking for him for half an hour. I have another note to give to him from Dumbledore. I'm really getting curious now.

8:38pm
Damn Trillium and her evil conniving ways. I wouldn't have opened the note at all if it wasn't for her. Obviously. Of course. Well… maybe.

TM: Ooh! Ginny got a note! (Gushing) Who's it from? Oh, Dean of course! (Snatches letter) Meet me in my office, signed, Dumbledore. Dumbledore? Ooh! I didn't know you went that way…
Me: It's for Harry, not me.
TM: Harry and Dumbledore then, huh?
Me: Trill! It's probably school related- Don't give me those images!
Odylia Rosenvelt: Ommmm…. (Channels Positive Energy very loudly)

9:02pm
So now he comes into the common room. He looked really happy to get the note again. Now I really want to know what they do in those meetings. Urgh! Got a bad image again.

Almost forgot- Hogsmeade tomorrow. Really can't wait. Going with Dean. Trillium's going with Derek- as we've all heard a million, zillion, Trillium times.

Hair Status: 2- Curls in Control

17th October-Hogsmeade Trip Today!
7:13am
Trill was up at the crack of dawn doing her hair and giving herself her "Put-On-Your-High-Heels-And-Button-Down-Your-Blouse" pep talk. Again. It should really be illegal to pep talk yourself before six.

Meeting Dean soon. Shall remember to breathe through my nose, as Trillium is constantly reminding me. Just when I thought I was supposed to breathe through my ears…

4:58pm
Had brill time with Dean. We went to Honeydukes to get more chocolate. Dean carried my bags for me. How cute. Then we walked around for a few minutes until it got too cold, and ran off to The Three Broomsticks. While talking (ie: flirting), Luna came up and asked for our Butterbeer corks. Dean looked a bit uncomfortable that she sat with us.

Luna Lovegood: Mind if I have your corks?
DT: My what?
LL: Your. Butterbeer. Corks. (Dean and Luna look at me as if to say that the other is crazy) I'm collecting them (articulates words very carefully, and nods at Dean, then turns to me) I tried to get some from Madame Rosmerta, but she just looked at me weirdly, and gave me a firewhisky. Nasty stuff, that. Something wrong with her, I think. (Leans in closely to me and whispers, loudly) Something wrong with him, too! (Looks at Dean) Good. Bye. See. You. At. Hog. Warts. (Looks at Dean, smiles, nods, and leaves)
DT: Something wrong with her…

10:46pm

It's just as Trill says. You hear so much about the war happening around us- and you are worried and scared, but your mind never really comes to grips with it until something happens to you or someone close.

Jasmine's sister, Katie, was attacked. Somehow, she got hold of a cursed necklace and all of a sudden, she's pulled up unconscious into the air and dropped again. She's now in the hospital wing, and hasn't woken up yet. Their parents have been owled. Jas is devastated- for once, Trill wasn't trying to outdo her, and was actually really sensitive.

Hair Status: 3.5- Lumpy Locks

17th October

5:42pm

Katie was moved to St Mungo's yesterday. Jas and her brother Geoffrey are at home for awhile. The whole school's shaken up. The rumours going round are crazy. I swear I heard some guy say that Katie Bell was a Death Eater, and You-Know-Who was upset that she was taking Defence Against the Dark Arts for NEWTs. Random. Must have been a First Year. Luna is trying to convince people that it was not, in fact, a cursed necklace, but a plague of Horned-Meckries.

Hair Status: 4-Hair Brushes Beware

19th October

8:32am

Got an owl from Jas. She's sounds pretty bad. She's feel really guilty about being jealous of Katie's achievements. She blames herself, for not accepting Katie's invitation to walk around Hogsmeade with her.

We had Quidditch practice today, but we were all so shaken up, that we mostly just sat on our brooms and dropped balls. Ron actually saved some goals, but that might be because most of them were shot about six feet off target.

Hair Status: 3- Hat Required

21st October

7:56pm

Despite all these tragedies, the teachers still haven't eased up on the homework. I've been working for three hours straight, and I'm still only half done.

Bumped into Marvin the Uranus Moon Hopper today on the way to Transfiguration.

MRR: Hello. Ginny. (Smiling, shrugging, sighing and staring, as usual. How he manages to do all four, while speaking three octaves above the normal pitch is a mystery to me)

Me: Marvin.

MRR: I heard how your best friend's sister was brutally attacked last weekend. Ginny. My condolences. Ginny. I've been losing sleep, worrying about you. Ginny. I hope you are coping with it alright. Ginny.

Me: Erm. Oh. Yes. Terrible. Thanks. (Attempts to run away)

MRR: Did the Lime-Flavoured Beans help? Ginny.(Nods head sympathetically and enthusiastically- what a multi-tasker.)

Me: Yes. Quite. A great comfort in my time of sorrow. (Trying hard not to laugh)

MRR: I'm glad to hear that my efforts have been appreciated. Ginny. Well, salutations. Ginny. (Scuttles off)

Last day of flobberworms on Sunday! Yes!

Hair Status: 2- Curls In Control