10:52am

Okay.

Deep breaths…

This is kind of strange.

Why am I in the Library? I was in Dumbledore's office… and now I'm not. It wasn't a Portkey – more of a falling through nothingness feeling than a sudden jerk.

I'll just go back to the common room and nobody will be any wiser…

10:53am

I have been in Hogwarts for five years, and I still can't find my way out of the Library. Maybe I should spend more time doing my homework. I swear that door wasn't there last week. I've never seen those people before in my life! How embarrassing. I have to ask for directions in my own school…

10:55am

They ignored me! How rude! What has Romilda been saying about me? This is really starting to scare me…

11:02am

No one is answering me. No one even sees me! What should I do? I'm definitely not in my Hogwarts anymore.

11:05am

I'm sitting down at the desk next to a remarkably good-looking guy. They just don't make them like that at my Hogwarts…

Remarkably Good-Looking Guy: Hello, let me just move my books. (Slides books over, looks straight at me- finally! Someone notices me!)

Me: Thanks. (Plops self down on seat in a subtly seductive manner)

RGLG: (Flicks back shiny auburn hair) Do you have the time?

Me: It's just past eleven. Do I know you?

RGLG: Do I know you?

Me: (I just asked that…) Umm…

Girl With Annoyingly Straight Hair: (Slides onto bench- through me! Yes, through me!) Yes, I'm in your Arithmancy class. I'm Amaranta Waive.

Me: Argh! (Backs away quickly – why are people passing through me? It's like I'm a ghost or something…This is not good. I want to go back to Hogwarts. I really want to get out of here)

Amaranta Waive: Did you understand that lesson today? It's not my best subject, and Professor Wharton makes things so complicated.

RGLG: It's quite simple really, once you grasp the concept…

11:11am-Back In Dumbledore's Office

Right. Whew. Okay. I'm back. That was interesting.

11:12am

AD: Ah, Miss Weasley. I see you've tidied up my desk. I assume all the Sherbet Lemons have found their way back into their bowl.

Me: Yes, Sir…

AD: Professor McGonagall will be wondering where you are. Best be straight on your way to Transfiguration. (With a twinkle in his eyes) Hmm. (Mutters to self) I do like buttered scones…

9:27pm

Jasmine hasn't made much improvement. She didn't go back to class afterwards.

I'm still feeling disoriented after my… my Cloud Bowl Experience.

Was that in the past? The future? Is it something that could have happened but didn't? Does the Remarkably Good-Looking Guy like red hair? I'm so confused.

Hair Status: 1.8-Clumpy Clouds of Curls

25th November

8:07

Jas has stopped bursting into tears at random moments, but she's still distant. She never seemed that close to Katie. I don't really know what to say to her. It seems sort of pointless reassuring her that everything will turn out alright.

Trillium is being most insensitive. It seems to be her and Derek's third week anniversary, and is gabbling on about something. Haven't quite figured out what, since her lack of punctuation is a bit distracting. At least it prevents the mood from getting too depressing around here. With Jas on one side, and Hermione and Ron's little row on the other, it's been rather quiet. It leaves me and Harry feeling rather puzzled.

5:21pm

Am currently envisioning a thousand lovely ways to torture Snape. Such a pity certain curses are banned… You should see the piles of homework we've been assigned. I think I'll be stuck in the library until seventh year.

5:28pm-In Library

Ha. I can find my way into the Library. In fact, I do believe this is the very desk the Remarkably Good-Looking Guy was sitting at. He really is Remarkably Good-Looking. Or was. I wonder when he was. Why can't he be in my Arithmancy class? That would make it so much more interesting…

Hair Status: 4-Hair Brushes Beware

29th November

5:46pm- In Library, Again!

More homework! This is getting ridiculous… I've been in the Library until ten every night for a week – am not over exaggerating!

5:48pm-Doing Homework- But Not Really

I can't focus. Who really cares about turning frogs into feather dusters, anyways? When am I going to use that again?

6:13pm

Just stumbled across some old school records (actually I have been searching for them for the past quarter of an hour, but it's the same thing really). Turns out that Professor Wharton, the Arithmancy Professor of the Remarkably Good-Looking Guy, taught at Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago. That's kind of scary. The Remarkably Good-Looking Guy is probably Remarkably Dead or Remarkably Wrinkled.

6:30pm

I wonder if I go back to the Cloud Bowl, I could see him again, or if I'd see a different part of Hogwarts, or if I'd-

Ian McLloyd: Weasley!

Me: (What? Who's talking to me? Who's disturbing my daydr… my hard work!) Huh?

IM: Daydreaming are we? Someone 'special' (Thumps chest) on your mind?

Me: No!

IM: You can tell me anything! I'm free tonight if-

Me: I'm meeting Dean tonight. And I'm smothered in homework.

IM: Smothered eh? (Stares at point approximately a foot below my eyes)

Me: Bugger off!

IM: No need to play hard to get, Gin…

Hair Status: 3.5-Lumpy Locks

28th November
3:27pm-In Care Of Magical Creatures
Having a swell time. Most fun I've ever had. Hurrah. Aren't Kappas fascinating? Second only to Flobberworms, of course.

Having been completely scared off by me in the library, it seems that Ian McLloyd has decided that Jasmine will be his next prey. But the looks of it, she doesn't quite seem to mind. Is that Jas flirting? Shy little no-one-ever-notices-me Jas?

IM: (Addressing that point about a foot below Jasmine's eyes- he should really get that checked out; maybe it's a problem with his eyes.) – So you like Care of Magical Creatures, huh? I'm a bit of a beast myself. How would you like to take care of me?
Jasmine Bell: (Laughing hysterically, places hand on Ian's shoulder) Oh, you're so funny Ian! (Twirls hair – where did she learn to twirl her hair like that? Is Trill giving lessons? Hope not…)
IM: (Looks proud, straightens tie) Well comedy is an art, and every artist needs their muse… (Raises eyebrows, looks pointedly at Jasmine, and leans back onto Kappa aquarium)
JB: Ian! Watch-
IM: Ye-argh! (Falls into aquarium)

3:49pm
He's fine now. Pomfrey patched him up. The only thing permanently damaged is his pride.

JB: Ian! Are you alright? They didn't hurt you too much did they? You were shrieking pretty loudly…
IM: I'm fine! I don't mind a little 'rough play'…

Hagrid seems to be a little lonely. He inquired after Harry, Hermione and Ron. They haven't visited him for a while, it seems. Told me to tell them to come down for some cookies. Having experienced his cooking skills, I'm not sure if this is meant to be an incentive to come or a punishment for having stayed away.

Hair Status: 1.5-Flowing with Positive Energy

1st December
8:02am
It's December! At long last… I can't believe how slowly November went by. Three weeks until Christmas!

I got my mark back for that essay I spent days on for Defense Against the Dark Arts. A T! Yes, a T! Trillium got higher than me. Bet it's Ron's fault. Snape doesn't like him so he's taking it out on me… Currently picturing Snape being clawed by Kappas.

Hair Status: 4-Hair Brushes Beware

4th December- Trillium's One Month Anniversary, As We've All Heard Many Times
6:32am-In Bed

Tea.

Need Tea.

Or sugar.

Unh….

TM: (Waking up dorm with lovely musical voice) It's my one month anniversary today! (Lovely musical voice being several keys off, of course)

JB: (Incomprehensible mumbles)

Stacy Elderwood: Who's she dating now?

Me: Tea…

SE: Tea? Is that the bloke in Hufflepuff with the funny nose?

Odylia Rosenvelt: He does have a funny nose doesn't he?

TM: (Pauses mid-dance) Eww. No! Derek, silly!

Me: (Mock exasperation) How could you not know that, Stacy? She's only been going on about him non-stop for the past 30 days…

7:43am

SE: What's the date?

TM: It's my one month anniversary, silly! How could you not remember!

7:46am

JB: Has anyone seen my textbook?

TM: Have you checked under the its-my-one-month-anniversary-with-Derek?

7:52am

Me: Trill, can you pass me the-

TM: The Derek? No, I can't. He's mine! For ever and ever…

8:03am

If I hear Derek one more time, I'm going to throw my…

8:04am

Woops. Missed.

12:06am

Its lunchtime and I can't find Dean and I need a way to escape from Trillium; she's embarrassing me, and I'm not even dating her.

TM: Dereki-kins! (Runs over to Derek and squeezes him, shoving his sixth year friends over to the side) How was your day? (Wraps arms around his waist and leans on his shoulder, completely obstructing his sandwich)

Derek Tottle: I-

TM: Really? Wow. You're so brave! In potions today we were- oh! Look at that, Derri-baby, you have have something on your face! Let me wipe that off for you! (Licks finger)

DT: (Untangles self) Really, I can get that myself! (Trill protests and giggles)

TM: So you wanna play huh? (Giggles)

DT: (Looks sideways at friends apologetically) This really isn't the time and place- Trill, will you just stop giggling?

TM: (Looks shocked for a second, then giggles and slaps Derek on arm) Oh, you're so funny, Deedee! Now you go play with your mates, but I'll be waiting for you tonight (puts on seductive voice) because you know what day it is!

DT: (Blushing- he should give Ron lessons. I've never seen someone attain that colour before) Erm… Tuesday? (Looks to friends for help)

TM: (Giggles) It's our one month anniversary, silly. (Smile freezes, lip wobbles) Don't- don't you remember?

DT: (Unconvincingly) Er… Of course I did, I was just-

TM: (Table goes quiet, Trill goes loud) You didn't remember? Don't you love me?

DT: (Long pause, whispers) Trill…

TM: You… I'm… (Runs out of Hall)

DT: (Looks uncomfortable, glances at friends, sighs and stalks out after her)

Me: (Awkward silence) Really looking forward to Transfiguration today, aren't you Jasmine? (I'm terrible at changing subjects. Terrible.)

5:47pm

Okay. I'm going to have to go up to the dorm sometime. May as well go now… Definitely not looking forward to comforting Trill. Deep breaths, smile- but not too much, don't mention Derek… right. I'm ready.

Me: (Nervously, awkwardly- whatever are you supposed to say in these situations?) Trill…(Big, fake smile) So how did things go with Derek? (Yeah, great work, Gin.)

TM: (Bursts out crying) Mwadga!

Me: Oh dear, that bad, hmm?

6:32pm

Two pounds of chocolate later, Trill's been somewhat sedated and looks much happier. Or at least you can make out what she's saying.

TM: He said I was embarrassing him and that I was clingy! When did I embarrass him? When was I clingy?

Me: (Hugs her- should I tell her the truth…?) Er… Pass the chocolate, Jas! (Excellent diversion, Ginny)

TM: (Wraps arms around Jas and me, sobbing) You guys are such good friends! You understand me so well.

JB: (Squeezes Trill back) That's what we're here for.