Hello, readers, here is the next instalment!

Disclaimer: No, still don't own Harry Potter.

Still refuse to write dates. However, it's many days after last entry. Will, however, write time.

Lunch.

Have decided to write date. Is October 30th. See how long this date thing lasts.

Rejoicing in what could possibly be a good day. It didn't get off to a shining start, admittedly, as I woke up this morning to find a huge blemish (I refuse to use the word 'pimple') just beneath my nose. And, as much as all of us girls have tried, so far NONE of us have managed to perform a successful Zit-Zapping hex.

Sigh.

However, was cheered up greatly by Katie bursting into the Great Hall at breakfast (she'd stopped to check the notice board about something), looking like Christmas had come early.

Unfortunately, she was prevented from telling us the exciting news straight away as Professor McGonagall stopped her in the middle of the room to reprimand her about her uniform.

Trust Katie to be forced to adjust her uniform before even sitting down for breakfast. Then again, I'm not surprised.

Katie is the official Queen of Uniform, err, Customising. Today was an especially fine example. She'd somehow managed to pull her white socks up to about two inches above her knees. Also, she'd shortened her skirt to even shorter than the among peers acceptable length (which is a good three inches above the knee), and, judging by it's ragged state, had used some sort of severing charm in order to achieve said length.

Anyway, I'm going off topic here.

"Guys!" she panted, as she shoved herself next to Angie and me on the benches. "Guess what? It's October 30th! That means the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving today!"

Of course, my stupid blonde brain had forgotten all about that. I looked to Angelina, who I could tell was thinking about exactly what had just crossed my mind:

"HOT FRENCH BOYS!"

And will you believe it, George Weasley leaned across the table to me and said, and I quote: "Aw, now I'm jealous! Why say that when I'm sitting across from you? I'm all hurt now!"

Swoon.

Now, don't think I'm interpreting this as a confession of love. I could see he was joking, even without my knowledge that Fred and George tend to flirt with every girl they meet. Even so, the comment had me distracted all morning.

I was walking dreamily through the corridors thinking about a certain redhead when I realised I was late for my first class. Which was Potions.

Oh. Bugger.

I was so scared at the prospect of facing Snape that I dropped all my books, and made myself even later because I had to pick them up.

Lucky for me, Snape couldn't give me detention because the Triwizard students are arriving in the afternoon, ha ha.

I'll write later. I'm still living in hope that the day may pick up.

Later

Oh, someone kill me quickly, and end my suffering. Today was undoubtedly one of the worst days of my life.

Why? I hear you ask.

Well, my prospects of snagging George for myself have been ruined by a blonde haired French bh.

I'll tell you exactly how it happened.

We waited for AGES in the freezing cold for these people, right? I mean, it was COLD. Really cold. And stupidly neither Katie, Angelina nor I had bothered putting on stockings. Oh, how we regretted it.

After what seemed like hours, the Beauxbatons students arrived in a HUGE carriage drawn by massive flying palomino horses.

My first reaction was 'oh, those horses are so adorable!'

I have a weird mind.

Anyway, after the school's principal got out (she was massive too, by the way), all the students came with her and we went into the hall after Durmstrang arrived and everything was hunky-dory.

Or so we thought.

I had just helped myself to an extra large helping of my favourite food, spaghetti bolognaise, when one of the French girls came over to our table, asking the twin's brother Ron for the bouillabaisse.

I swear by all the racing brooms in the world, I've never seen so many male heads turn.

It turned out that the girl was part Veela, which I guess explains a lot.

The problem is, with a part Veela running around, there doesn't seem to be much hope for the ordinary mortals of the feminine division.

Fred and George seemed more impressed than I've ever seen them before. Oh, there's so way Angie and I can grab them now.

I hate this French girl, and I don't even know her name.

Grr.

(A.N)

Well, I hope you enjoyed that chapter! I've managed to upload the first picture onto my website (which I share with my friend and fellow writer/artist, Ikoya), just go to and click on The Saga of the Scarf in the menu bar. I promise to give you a notification in my Author's Notes whenever I upload a new picture. This first one is of Alicia being late for Potions.