A/N: I wrote the story in this chapterwith my friends, Chloe and Danielle, during a very boring science lesson. We were doing loft insulation or something so you can understand what we were up against. Somehow we all passed our exams on the subject as well, which is quite funny. Sorry if it disturbs you or anything though. I just wanted pad out the chapter a bit and while I was at it I decided to give you a little glimpse into the little world of weirdness that is my life.

The bits Edith writes are in italics, Nat is inbold andLily is normal. It will be like that in the future as well, ifI decideto put any notes or anything in it.

Friday 17th December

Dorm

6.00 p.m.

La di da di dum di doo dum dum di doo da.

Sorry. My happiness over the fact that I will be going home tomorrow has given me the urge to compose a song.

I'm looking forward to seeing Mum and Dad. I'm used to being away from them and all but I do miss them sometimes. It'll be nice to see them again.

And there's the thing with James. It'll be even better to get away from that.

So yeah, la di da!

I'll shut up now

Today was slightly more interesting than usual. The teachers didn't make us do any work, which is always a good thing. Since work is evil and all. (Shudder)

McGonagall let us sit where we wanted to in Transfiguration. Why can't she do that all the time? What so special about the last day of term? I probably don't need to say this but teachers are weird.

So naturally I sat next to my two beloved friends, Edith and Nat. Away from James. It looks like his love for me isn't strong enough for him to give up the chance to sit next to his mates and cause mayhem and stuff.

Such a shame.

NOT!

It's nice of him to give me a break though.

So yeah, we were supposed to be transfiguring whatever we want (just as long as it's not dangerous or whatever) today to make it more 'enjoyable' (hah!). But after failing many times to turn our books into cheese we just played hangman. We were near the back anyway so McGonagall didn't notice.

Divination was –if possible- even weirder than usual. Nat, Edith and I always knew that Professor Scott was a button short of a cardigan but even we were shocked when as a 'treat' she pulled out a guitar and started singing to us about hobos!

We all had a good laugh at her though. She didn't even seem to mind! But then, what can you expect from a woman who, when we locked her in a stock cupboard in third year, started saying, "Children, can you get the key? The door seems to have locked its self."

The poor woman.

Charms was the best though. We wrote the best piece of fictional writing known to man. Seriously. We'd just got out our parchment for another game of hangman when Edith suggested we wrote a three-word story! Not, as you may think, a story that is only three words long. One where you just write three words each. It's so much fun.

The others have given me permission to stick it in here.

I must warn you though, while we were writing this we got hit in the head numerous times by flying objects. This is probably no excuse but whatever. I just thought you might want to read that nugget of information. We were also eating every flavour beans- a sugary substance that has been known in the past to make us very hyper. As a result of this what you are about to read may disturb you:

The Marshmallow

By Edith, Nat and Lily.

In Japan, a moose called Sven went to see the Big Cheese, where he met a very unique unique unique unique Ninja, with a tendency to be bananarama! Sven said, "Konichiwa, Ninja Dude!" to an odd extent of bovered he was.

The Moose had begun to confuse me because he wasn't, in my opinion, sensible about the funky cheese dude. It took me six foam strips before I could ever even imagine the ninja would kung fu Sven right into thepool of tomatoes.

"Sayonara!"

The ninja had once been a shopoholic who wore big knickers! This disturbed the general public of beetroot town, north of the equator.

I am a dumschintzle who dances for no apparent bee hive.

This beef stick is one of the smelliest I have sat on. Cheese! Cheese is my cheese hands on cheesy gum.

You think I am CHEESE CHEESE CHEESE!

"Don't be shy!" said Sven.

The cheese told us the way to live our lives is in cheese.

Ninja ate Sven because he had the cheesy wotsits! Twas uncalled for!

At the funeral, the Big Cheese sang YMCA for all to see! The Mafia Cheese arrived on a complementary beverage table. We flashed big cucumbers to all the cheesy wotsits.

"I got hiccups on my brain," sang the old sack of potatoes.

The magic cucumber from tellytubby land told them to resurrect Sven so we had to!

We began an ancient ritual by three warty hags, Curly, Larry, Mo in the fibreglass woolly cheese stripes.

He came back screaming 'woo!' but Sven double died.

The Very End

You must understand that we were forced to do this by a very evil thing known as boredom. We could not be held responsible for our actions.

Sigh. I've got a craving for cheese now.

7.30 p.m.

Good Lord.

You probably don't want to know what is going on down in the common room right now. But I have never, in the past, made any attempt to preserve your sanity (presuming you were sane in the first place) and now shall be no exception…

It's supposed to be some sort of End of Term Party (or celebration or whatever) and it involves a lot of cross-dressing and posing.

Yes, you guessed it, for our entertainment tonight, the strange folk of sixth and seventh year Gryffindor have put on a transvestite fashion show.

And if that's not enough, James Potter was doing the commentary in a gay lisp.

I suppose he thought it was funny.

It was really.

Especially when Sirius walked down the catwalk in fake tan.

7.40 p.m.

Good grief. My life is strange.

Saturday 18th December

Hogwarts Express

11.30 a.m.

Free at last. Well, almost.

It's quite nice on the train though. You can sit and look out the window as all the prettyful scenery goes past. And you can think, 'Ah, that's nice.'

And it's even nicer because you are inside and not outside like all those lunatics who think that going on walks in the countryside is fun. Like my parents, for instance. But let's not go there right now.

Anyway what I wanted to tell you was that I was just walking through the train before when some lad who I don't know came up to me and told me that he knew about my plans to take over the world.

I was, naturally, very shocked about this and said in my most astonished voice, "How did you know about that?"

He looked very confused at this and just went, "Um… yeah…" then scurried off.

It was, like everything else in my life, very unusual.

12.15 p.m.

The food trolley just came and we all bought ourselves a very nutritious lunch of chocolate and every flavour beans.

I swear my chocolate was green.

Home

6.10 p.m.

Home at last.

I am so hungry. Time to raid the fridge, I think.

8.15 p.m.

Good grief. I'd forgotten how boring being at home was.

8.20 p.m.

Thank goodness for T.V., that's all I can say.

8.30 p.m.

Ooh. My cousins are coming over tomorrow. That'll be fun.

A/N: I'm sorry for that.

I'll try and get the next chapter out quicker but I've got other stuff to write so I'll have to concentrate on that as well. And if that's not enough I've got English coursework to redraft and I'm about ten pages behind in my food tech work. I'll try though.

Yay! I got ten reviews! Thank you so much for sticking with me everyone!

Rebel Writer: I've got a few things in mind for the party. I don't know about the food fight though… Lily seems quite attached to her food…

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