Dear Diary,
I didn't have to learn to fly, YAY. But I did get to spend some time with Cedric. Though all he could talk about was Potter. He has been trying to figure out how he got past the age line. I did put my two bits in. I told him that Potter isn't powerful enough to get past Dumbledore's age line, that someone had to do it for him. He said that Moody said the same thing last night. Even though I hate Moody he did have a point. After Cedric calmed down it was too late to fly, thank God. So we went and studied in the library. We found some spell books with handy spells he might find useful in the tournament. At dinner the Beaxbatons students were still at our table. Fleur was eyeing Cedric, so I accidentally spilt some pumpkin juice on her pretty robes. I know it was a little petty but he's mine he just hasn't fully realized it yet. Just to add insult to injury and help with my conquest, I gave Cedric a peck on the cheek and wished him goodnight in full view of the French hussy and her stupid veela genes. I'm trying to think if the look on his face was good or bad.