November 6th
November is such a bore
November is such a bore
Tonight, Trillium will snore
I've heard it many times before

"I must find something to do while time passes by"
So I let out a sigh
Which hit Arnold in the eye

I could ride my broom
Or clean my room
While Odylia mutters "DOOM!"

There's nothing to do anymore
Arnold looks a little sore
November is such a bore

6:17pm
November is such a bore. I think I'll go ride my broom.

6:18pm
It's raining. Again. As usual. I may as well clean my room. Odylia's already muttering doom…

6:45pm
Wow. My trunk is really messy. You should see all the weird stuff I find in it.

Contents of my trunk:
27 quills (but not a single one that is sharp, and 13 of them are broken)
3 knitted jumpers from Mollywobbles
½ a chocolate bar (Scratch that- 0 chocolate bars)
4 pairs of school robes
1 of Trillium's black, frilly, padded br- unmentionable articles of clothing
1 Card from Dean for 3rd month anniversary- 4th anniversary in two days!
4 pairs of socks (0 without holes, 2 with funny patterns)
7 socks without a partner (how does this happen all the time..?)
3 pairs of trousers
1 Mysterious Box

Aha! A mysterious box! The top says: The Knights of Hum Keli. Fascinating. Maybe this is where all my missing socks are.

7:01pm
It's a board game. A map in relief of England and you get little warriors and you try to conquer everyone! I beat Trillium. She is most displeased, but having a lark with one of the little warriors. They talk, you know. Some weird little language.

TM: (Picks up little man, and stares at him) Hello. You are a bit of an ugly chap, aren't you?
Knight of Hum Keli: Yrrr! Dra knao aoat (Pokes Trill in hand)
TM: Ahh! Nasty little bugger. (Drops man)
Stacy Elderwood: (From over top of book- she is far too mature to playing with 'stupid little board games during OWL year- hold on, do those men talk? That's fascinating! Deal me in!') You do realize you are talking to bits of charmed stone?
TM: (Covers ears) Nu ma nu ma nuh! They're not little bits of charmed stone! (Covers ears of Knight of Hum Keli) Don't listen to her; she doesn't know what she's saying…
K of HK: (Stabs sword in general direction of Stacy) Ro le ro le ron!
TM: I hereby dub you Sir Derek, official protector of Princess Trillium.
SE: Well, Princess Trillium- has the royal homework been completed yet, because you will receive a royal T on that Potions essay.

Hair Status: 2- Curls in Control

November 8th – 4th Month Anniversary With Dean
8:07am
It's my fourth month anniversary with Dean! We exchanged gifts at breakfast. We know each other so well.

Me: (Kisses Dean) Hi! Happy anniversary! I got you a present!
DT: I got you a present too! (Both unwrap presents)
Me: Caramel chocolate… Mmm… (Yuck….)
DT: Walnut chocolate- gotta love that walnut chocolate. (Has same expression on face as I do)
Me and DT: (Long pause as we stare at each other for a few moments) Want to swap chocolate…? (also at same time) Yup.
TM: (Looking for excuse to mention Derek) It's your fourth month anniversary? What a coincidence! It's my fourth day anniversary with Derek! He has the most romantic date planned for tonight he is going to take me for a moonlit walk around the pond after dinner where we will probably share a passionate kiss did I tell you about how he excels at passionate kisses well he's developed this amazing technique so I'd give him a ten on the snogging scale now I don't mean to brag really but it's quite obvious that he learnt it from me since I am by far one of the best in the year if I do say so myself. (Takes really big breath) What are you guys planning on doing tonight?
DT: (Overwhelmed at the lack of punctuation in Trill's speech) Well we were… um… planning on sitting in the common room with a mug of hot cocoa… maybe baby-sitting some flobberworms (gives me sly look)
TM: Flobberworms? How… cozy… Fascinating. (Long pause) While we're on the subject of my wardrobe do you think the sweater brings out the mysterious grey in my eyes because it would never do to- (Dean and I leave table. I wonder if she's noticed)

Hair Status: 1.5-Flowing With Positive Energy

November 10th
5:03am
Unh…

7:18am
Unh…

Got no sleep last night. It seems someone found it hilarious to put one of those little men from the Knight of Hum Keli game in my pillow. Mysteriously enough, when I question Trillium about it, she giggled and changed the subject. Those little swords are sharp!

7:32am
Just looked in the mirror. Not good. Le Pouf has returned. My hair brush has disappeared.

7:34am
There are no pairs of socks left. With or without holes. And stupid Odylia is channeling positive energy at me really loudly. Someone should set Trillium on her.

9:01am
Unh… I have History of Magic first thing today… Which began one minute ago…

9:55am-In History of Magic
Lost five house points for being two minutes late. Two minutes! How inconsiderate! Has Binns never had a bad day or something? Why can no one understand the trauma of being woken up by a piece of charmed stone?

And I had to sit next to Ian McLloyd because the seat next to Trillium was taken. Ha. She's stuck next to Colin Creevy.

10:01am-Still in History of Magic
Ian is staring at me. Bet he's laughing at my hair.
Ian McLloyd: Hey Ginny (stares at point about a foot below my eyes). You look pretty tired today (Finally-some sympathy). Were you up all night thinking about the Big McLloydster? (Or not…)
Me: No.
IM: Ooh! Playing hard to get, are we? (Makes movement that reminds me of Crookshanks playing with a sausage) Rrarr!
Me: Shut up. I'm trying to pay attention.
IM: Paying attention? To History of Magic?
Me: It's- er… An important subject for our cognitive development. I find the topic stimulating.
IM: Really? What are we learning about?
Me: (Long pause while I try to guess an answer. Troll wars? No. We did those last month…) Goblins?
IM: Giants, actually. I'm a bit of a giant myself… (Flexes muscles and pets arm)

Idiot. Someone should stick a Knight of Hum Keli in his pillow.

Oh…

5:32pm
Got a detention from McGonagall. She's so inconsiderate. Has she never had a bad day before, either? I swear they are all out to get me. It was all Ian's fault anyway. Swearing at the top of your lungs in Transfiguration class is not the wisest thing to do, whether or not you have a Knight of Hum Keli down your robe.

Quidditch Practice tonight. That will do wonders to my hair.

Hair Status: 5- Le Pouf

November 12th
8:07am

Was treated to an enthusiastic monologue by Trillium on the subject of her one week anniversary, 'sans punctuation', as Phlegm would say.

Detention tonight.

10:25pm

Fourth years were turning gravy boats into doves yesterday, and Ian and I got to clean up after them. How does Ian manage to make gravy boats sound dodgy? He has a knack for things like that. He can't clean a bird cage though.

Me: Ian, pass me the sponge.

IM: (Staring at mysterious point a foot below my eyes, winks at mysterious point) So you want a 'sponge'?

Me: On second thoughts, I'll go get that one on the other side of the room, which is very far away, where I can't hear you…

Fourth years have no talent. Half of the dove excrement was gravy. Ahhh…. I remember those days…

Hair Status: 3.7- Gross and Gravy-like

November 14th

12:42pm

Luna's always good for a laugh.

Pomona Sprout: Today, we will be repot Fanged Geraniums, so if everyone could-

Luna Lovegood: (In very distraught voice) Professor, we can't possibly be handling fanged Geraniums in daylight! Everyone knows that the scent of freshly planted Fanged Geraniums during the daylight will attract Fooglebirds.

PS: (Shakes head, sighs loudly and massages temples) Miss Lovegood, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, there's no. Such. Thing. As. Fooglebirds. If everyone will please take out their dragon-hide gloves-

LL: Professor, as it quite clearly says in the latest edition of the Quibbler-

PS: -Dragon-hide gloves, we will proceed to greenhouse three.

LL: Ginny, you believe me, don't you?

Me: (Frantically trying to keep all limbs away from Fanged Geraniums while attempting to repot it- quite a difficult task) Erm. Right. Sure. Ouch! It bit me the bugger!

LL: Professor Sprout, Ginny agrees with me. Fooglebirds do exist.

PS: If you two would be happier coming back after dark to do your assignment, I would be more than happy to accommodate you.

Me: (Is she addressing me? What?) Erm… No thanks professor. I'm fine.

LL: (Looks betrayed)

Me: I have Quidditch practice…

I really do have Quidditch practice.

Hair Status: 2- Curls in Control.

November 16th

6:22pm

I hate Romilda Vane. I was in the library, trying to finish my seemingly endless Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, but kept getting distracted by her ceaseless prattling.

Bunch of Mindless Fourth Years: (Long sigh) There goes Harry Potter… Isn't he handsome? (Fall about giggling)

Romilda Vane: You know, I was talking to him last night.

B of MFY: (In unison) You were talking to him?

RV: Of course! We're very close. So we were walking around the lake, when he grabbed my hand-

B of MFY: He grabbed your hand?

RV: - And looked at me with those deep green eyes, and said, with that gorgeous smile of his, "Romilda, will you-"

Me: He most certainly did not! I was with him last night.

B of MFY: He was with you, too?

Me: Of course I was-

B of MFY: (Gasp)

Me: We had Quidditch practice.

B of MFY: (Look mildly disappointed)

Me: I don't remember seeing you there, Romilda.

RV: It was… after practice.

Me: Are you quite sure? I seem to remember him playing Exploding Snap with Ron. (Walks away triumphantly)

Harry with her? Ha. Don't make me laugh… Too late. I've already snorted half my pumpkin juice just writing it…

Hair Status: 2.5-Mischievious Mane