January 29th

Wonderful snowball fight outside the castle with all the Gryffindors- Kit almost ran into the Whomping willow though- and that made me laugh so hard I couldn't stop until she came and shoved snow down my shirt.

I tried to get it out the best I could while shrieking and yelping at the top of my lungs, making some of our fellow classmates who were watching start laughing. I tried to pull my coat off and it got stuck over my head. I wobbled about in the dark until I toppled into someone and fell ontop of them.

I finally pulled off my coat and found myself staring at Arthur Whitehall, well rather, more specifically Arthur Whitehall's enormous, cavernous nose where thousand so bats were hanging from the ceiling and walls.

He looked very confused when my screaming intensified and I ran off across the grounds with Kit laughing after me.

February 2nd

Valentine's Day is coming up soon! Maybe in the middle of dinner- Smiling Hans will burst through the heavy doors to the Great Hall, everyone will turn and fall silent- staring at the Swiss ski attendant with the sun shining brightly behind him. Then he will say loudly, "I love you Nymphadora Tonks! Ever since you left I have not been able to eat, or sleep! I will take you away from here if you say you love me too and we will ski away and be together for the rest of our lives!" Then I will leap up from my seat- run towards him and throw my arms around him and everyone will applaud as we kiss and then leave the Great Hall together with music accompaniment.

Or maybe it'll be like last year where me and Kit played a boring game of wizard chess in the corner of the common room and tried to study for Astronomy while eating pumpkin pasties with a gloomy gluttonous passion. Sadly, this year does not promise to be any different from that of last.

February 5th

I had to serve detention today for setting off dungbombs in the dungeons- Professor Snape made me scrub out all the old, slimy barrels used to preserve specimens without any magic! He's such an arseface. I wonder if anybody ever sent him a Valentine's Day card- he's in sore need of one I think. Take a shower for Merlin's sake- and get a nose job while you're at it. It's so abnormally large…

February 7th

Me and Kit were talking about soul mates today- I know I have one out there- his name is Smiling Hans…or Horatio Starkey…hm. Or maybe he's a combination of the both somehow…I like to think he'll be tall, broad shouldered, man. He'll have bright colored hair- most likely spiked or Mohawk style- he'll have plenty of piercings and tattoos and he'll probably have a motorbike or something. He'll wear a studded leather jacket and have dragon skin boots-

Alright- so I can dream can't I? I'm sure he's out there somewhere….he'll like to party and have a good time- he'll be loud and funny…and just like me, he will live life on the wild side!

I like to think he'll be older than me too- like just one or two years older. Older men can be very good-looking and they aren't as creepy as our fellow spotty faced peers.

Kit says she thinks her soul mate will be funny, play quidditch and have red hair and will be on the short and stocky side. He'll be tough but have a soft spot for caring for animals and things like that….Wotcher, Charlie Weasley….

February 10th

FOUR DAYS TILL V-DAY!!!!! I think I'm going to send an anonymous love note to Horatio! I've been working on it non-stop, it's a card that says "Happy Valentine's Day" on the front with a big lacey, smiley faced heart and inside its blank. I'm writing a poem for it.

'Dragons are red-

Grindylows are blue-

You top them all

Because you're so cute!

Love,

Your very secret, passionate admirer!'

Kit tells me its rather bad but what does she know? She's writing a long sappy anonymous novel to Charlie…at least mine is short- and to the point. It was very difficult to find a word that rhymed with 'drop dead gorgeous sex god'. The only words that rhyme with that are pod…cod…sod….none of which really fit within context.

Febrary 11th

Major row with Victoria Penrose today. She makes me sick. Her cruelty is like a dragons'…

Today she made Imogene Harkwood cry because as she pushed past her to get into class, she said in a loud voice: "Careful going into class today Imogene- you almost rolled Owen over last week."

Imogene Harkwood, a large bulky girl who was easily upset over nearly everything, already had tears streaming down her face at these cutting words. "Oh, look! The whale is going to drown us now!" Victoria laughed.

I pushed my way through the crowd up to the front and said loudly, "At least Imogene can walk Victoria, the way you wobble down the hall in those shoes one would think you were a crippled flamingo."

"And you'd know all about wobbling, wouldn't you 'Tripping Tonks'?" she retorted. Her worshipping little minions all fell over laughing so hard I thought their lungs were going to come flying out of their mouths.

I stood there trying to come up with a good reply to this.

Victoria smirked nastily. "And even if I fall over- at least I still have a nice face when I get back up. Your banana size ears the other day were quite interesting."

The minions started laughing harder than ever as Victoria brought up the banana ears incident. Kit was nearby now, hiding her blushing face behind her stack of books. She hated confrontations. "Just drop it Tonks, please-" she whispered.

Victoria flipped back her perfect blonde hair-"I'm sure with ears those size you could hear Imogene coming a few miles off- but now that I think about it- you don't need ears that size to hear her."

"Lucky for us we all don't have to have enormous bug sized eyes to see that you still stuff your bra!" I snapped.

I had hit a major nerve apparently. Victoria's face froze, and turned to cold ice as the crowd oooohed and gasped. "I don't have to stuff my bra- unlike SOME people." She said pointedly.

I smiled. "I really wouldn't want to be knocked out by a bunch of tissues on my chest and knowing you Victoria, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a whole box of tissues down there."

"You're such a little bitch!" she snarled.

"Takes one to know one."

She was glaring at me with utmost loathing- I had a feeling that any second- this was going to turn into an enormous catfight. By the way, catfights are much more dangerous than any magic duel- I don't care what anybody says…Kit seemed to be thinking along the same lines I was from the way she was desperately tugging on my robes.

"You think you're so clever Tonks, when really you're nothing but a freaky clown girl who thinks it's funny to grow an extra nose out of her forehead. Do you think I care about your pathetic abnormalities? Here's a tip, why don't you get a clue about why no boys are or will be interested in you, grow up, stop sprouting weird noses and try to focus on creating a pair of feet that you won't trip over all the time?"

Oh, I was furious then. I had been angry before- but now I was fuming. "Here's an idea-" I said loudly, "Why don't you apologize to Imogene for making her cry and offer her a tissue from your oversized chest?"

Victoria opened her mouth- her eyes carrying an almost homicidal gleam, when suddenly-

"What's going on here?" said a loud, familiar voice. We all turned to see Charlie's older brother- Bill Weasley the Gryffindor Prefect striding down the hall. Everyone parted back respectfully. Bill was the epitome of coolness. He made Horatio look like a drooling two year old.

Well, to most people that is. To me, Horatio still would be the god of cool... drool and all.

"Nymphadora was insulting me."

"Victoria made Imogene cry."

"She's being a….little…freak." Victoria spat through gritted teeth- whoa, when she was mad- she didn't so sleek and posh as she usually did.

"Victoria thinks she's hott because she still stuffs her bra."

Bill raised an eyebrow at this and he stared at us both- probably trying hard to avoid glancing at Victoria's chest to see if my anatomical knowledge was correct. " Right… I see…Now hear me out, both of you- no rows in the corridors. I'd technically have to take 5 points from both of your houses for arguing like this, so you should be grateful I'm going to let you two of the hook today, and I won't report any of this. "

"Yeah- okay." I said. Being in trouble wasn't anything new to me.

"Really." said Bill giving me a look. "Next time I'm reporting you."

He probably would. Bill was nice- but fair.

After making sure me and Victoria weren't likely to kill each other after he left- the crowd slowly dissolved. Victoria flipped back her blonde hair again, regained her composure and after giving me a look of utter evil…left with her little minions who had been glaring at me the entire time. They shot me murderous glances over their shoulders as they ran along side their master, comforting her in soothing, hurried voices.

Imogene who had been standing by this entire time, was still blubbering. I told her everything was going to be alright and Victoria was a rat-faced doxy-dropping, and she shouldn't listen to anything she says. Kit gave her a chocolate frog to cheer her up, and upon seeing it, Imogene sobbed harder than- in the end, we left her to her nearby friend with rather large front teeth and me and Kit left feeling victorious.

February 12th

How horrible. I thought I had dirt on my nose when I stared at myself in the girl's bathroom mirror and upon examining it more closely realized it was a field of blackheads! I turned on the hot water and stuck my head under the faucet to desperately rectify the situation- I suffered the terrible hot fizzy water sensation up my nose- that's the worst feeling in the world by the way- having bubbly hot water go steaming up your nose. I've never been so grossed out in all my life though….ugh. I am going to wash my face again, hopefully without the water up the nose sensation…

Febraury 13th THE DAY BEFORE OUR DOOM!!!!!!

I hate birds. I really do. I hate the way they move, and the way they stare at you…they are my worst fear ever! We had to go to the owlery today to send off our letters-I hid behind my shield…Kit, and made her touch the bird. She kept rolling her eyes and reminded me how it was a childish and stupid fear while I watched the feathery terrors that were eyeing me in all directions. As I handed her my letter to Horatio so that she could tie it on for me, an owl up above crapped and it landed right on my arm. Kit fell into a fit of laughter as I screamed at her to hurry up, while still clinging at her robes. I was too frightened by all the nearby birds that were staring at us to care at the moment. Kit sent off her letter for Charlie as well as mine, and the bird nearly crashed as she gently threw him out the window with the encyclopedic size love note tied to his feet.

I am still appalled that that filthy bird crapped on me. I have been scrubbing away at the spot non-stop….that is soooooooo disgusting….

Valentine's Day tomorrow! Oh god….what will happen!?!??!

My arm still smells…ew.