Monday, September 2nd, History of Magic

This is what I woke up to this morning: "Kat! Kat get up! We're going to be late for breakfast! Kat! Katie! Katelyn! KATELYN ANNE POTTER GET UP RIGHT THIS INSTANT!!!!"

I seriously wanted to hit her. But I know that if it hadn't have been Keely, then it would have been Riley. Or else it would have been Emily, except that she would have been much nicer about it. I mean, who wants to wake up to someone shouting your name eerily the way your mother does when she tries to get you up in the morning but can't because all you want to do is sleep for five more hours?

So, needless to say, I was quite grumpy at breakfast. Even I will admit it. It didn't help that my first bite of food was two inches from my mouth when McGonagall came up and asked to see me in her office. Hello, can't a girl at least get something to eat? I guess not.

I was sure that I was being expelled from Hogwarts. I had no idea why, though. All I knew was that when McGonagall had been handing out class schedules I was the only one who didn't get one. I thought it was weird, but I figured that it was just a mistake. That is, until McGonagall took me to her office. That was when I knew why I hadn't gotten a schedule: I wasn't a student at Hogwarts anymore. I realized that my parents must have gotten the letter and forgotten to tell me, which isn't surprising. So Dumbledore and McGonagall must have been surprised when they saw me there.

"Ms. Potter," McGonagall started once we'd both sat down, "I know that you're a quite talented witch – " but I'm sorry to say that you've been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I knew that was what she was going to say, so I interrupted her.

"Can you please just come out with it and tell me that I've been expelled," I asked as politely as I could manage under the circumstances. "I don't need you to cushion the blow, I can take it."

McGonagall looked taken aback. "Expelled? Hardly! Where would you come up with an idea like that?"

I must have looked surprised, I had been so sure that was what she had wanted. "Well, it's just that I didn't get a schedule this morning and then you called me to your office and…"

"Why in the world would we expel you?" she asked, but didn't actually give me a chance to answer. "No, Ms. Potter, far from that. I was going to say that due to your extremely good talent in Transfiguration Dumbledore has agreed that you could move up a year. That's why you didn't get a schedule this morning."

"What?" Now I was really shocked. Move up to sixth year Transfiguration?

"You'd have to take a few private lessons from me to make sure you are caught up, only two or three. Also, you'd have to drop Divination, as it coincides with the period that the sixth year Gryffindor's have Transfiguration, but you'd also have a break during the time that you'd usually be in Transfiguration. Of course, it's ultimately up to you," she finished, looking at me expectantly.

I was kind of flustered by this point, but I managed to say, "Yeah, sure, that sounds fine." Because it was. No Divination AND a break? Could it get any better than that? Not really. That's without considering the fact that in pretty much every Transfiguration class since second year Penn has attempted to use me as his transfiguration object, not that he's ever succeeded. Well, there was that one time last year that he turned my hand green. So, you can imagine that I'd be only too happy to get out of that Transfiguration class.

Oh wait, Riley just passed me a note.

She asked about my meeting with McGonagall.

Riley: What did McG want?

Me: She wants to move me up a year in Transfiguration.

R: Yeah right. What did she really want?

M: I'm serious. And I don't have to take Divination anymore.

R: Lucky! Who knew that class would turn out to be such a load of rubbish?

M: I know. Oh, and I also get a break when you're in Transfiguration.

R: Are you serious? That is SO not fair!

What's Emily doing passing us notes? She always lectures us about it….oh, that's what she's doing.

Emily: You need to stop passing notes and start taking them. I am NOT letting you copy mine.

I'm wondering if I should tell her about Transfiguration. I'm sure that would drive her crazy. Especially considering the fact that she's always bugging me about taking notes and doing work. But that would be rude, and lady's are never rude.

Yes! Class is FINALLY over! More later.

Monday, September 2nd, BREAK!!!! Gryffindor common room,

Top Ten Reason's why my life rocks:

1. I get a BREAK!!!! No other fifth years get a break.

2. I don't have to take Divination anymore.

3. I don't have to take a whole year of Transfiguration.

4. I don't have to worry about being turned green or purple.

5. My friends are all totally jealous of me.

6. I'm really close to convincing Emily to let me copy her notes.

7. James is so embarrassed about having class with his little sister.

8. My parents are going to be comparing me to James all the time to make him feel bad about himself (because I got moved up a year in Transfiguration and he didn't).

9. My parents are definitely going to be sending James a howler in the mail really soon because I sent them a letter today telling them about what James and Sirius did on the train ride.

10. I have class with Lily and Remus, who it turns out are really awesome (okay, I already knew they were really awesome, but still).

Top Ten Reason's why my life sucks:

1. I have to have Transfiguration class with James and Sirius.

2. I have to have break with them too.

3. It's kind of awkward having class with sixth years when you're a fifth year.

4. I have a huge deformity across my face.

5. Sirius won't be getting a howler from my parents.

6. My parents love Sirius more than they love me (their own daughter).

7. Beverly has a huge crush on Sirius, STILL.

8. Alice is all lovesick over Frank (and it makes me want to puke) and he's all lovesick over her too (okay, EWWWWW).

9. It takes so much work to convince Emily to let me copy her notes.

10. I have to take some extra lessons with McGonagall since I'm moving up a year.

I told the rest of my friends about Transfiguration on our way to Charms. They were definitely jealous. Well, I don't think Alice really heard me, she was probably thinking about Frank. Did I mention that she looks really weird when she's thinking about Frank? I realized that if I ever need a favor from her, to ask her when she's thinking about him, because she'd totally agree without even realizing it.

I don't think Emily was all too thrilled about it, just like I predicted. I mean, she smiled and tried to act all supportive and happy for me, like she normally would. But I know she was a little ticked off. Because I got moved up a year and not her. And she takes notes all the time and get's perfect grades (though I get good grades too ) and is always studying, and I barely ever take notes and do a minimal amount of studying. But Beverly and Keely were VERY jealous. Especially, in Beverly's case, because I get to have class with Sirius. Which is ridiculous.

And you should've seen James' face when I walked into Transfiguration class. HIS Transfiguration class. He looked like he's just choked on a fish bone. Well, first he was all, "Hey, squirt, you might want to take another look at your schedule, don't third years have Potions now or something?" Then he and Sirius laughed together at this. Which is really stupid, because not only am I NOT a third year (and I wouldn't normally have Potions at that time anyway) but also because he called me Squirt and I'm only a year younger than him. Actually, I'm not even a year younger than him, I'm 10 ½ months younger than him.

So then I said, "No, actually I think I AM in the right place," and went to sit primly between Lily and Remus. Then I turned around in my seat to face him and said, "this IS sixth year Transfiguration, isn't it?" That's when he looked like he'd choked on a fish bone.

"Wait, you're in OUR Transfiguration class?" Sirius asked, looking like maybe he'd only choked on a bread crumb.

"Yes, McGonagall moved me up a year because I'm so SMART," I emphasized the 'smart'. Now Sirius also looked like he'd choked on a fish bone, and James looked like he's choked on a giraffe bone. Cooper was just as shocked as the two of them, though he managed to compose his facial expressions a bit more than them. Lily and Remus, however, thought it was really great and they were all nice about it.

Then Jenna walked in. My cousin, Jenna Potter. She was just as shocked as James, (she's a Ravenclaw, but in sixth year all the houses have class together). And Sirius made some joke about how there were three Potters in the class now, and when McGonagall shouts 'Potter' how will we know who she's talking about. It was NOT funny. Well, Cooper laughed at it, but no one else did. Besides, we all know that if she was yelling at someone, it would be James, but I didn't feel like mentioning this.

McGonagall walked in at that moment, so I didn't have to hear what Sirius was about to say next.

But I did have to hear what James had to say (or I guess read what he had to write), because he passed me a note as soon as McGonagall wasn't looking.

James: Hey, Kat.

Me: Leave me alone.

J: Why?

M: I'm trying to take notes.

J: Yeah right. You never take notes. I happen to know that you pass notes in class with Riley all the time.

M: That's not true!

J: Yes it is.

M: No it's not. I pass notes with Keely too.

Then Sirius decided to join in the fun (note that fun is meant sarcastically).

Sirius: I know why you really joined this class.

Me: Why?

S: Because you're so in love with me that you want to be near me as much as possible.

M: Yeah, and I'm sure that McGonagall would let me into the class because I told her that I'm in love with you.

(I almost said, 'no, that would be Beverly', but then I remembered that he doesn't actually know that she's in love with him).

S: Who is she to deny a young, budding love?

M: Hardly. I spent more time around you this summer than I ever wanted to in my life (I'd rather not spend any time with you at all, but my dolt of a brother had to choose YOU for a best friend).

S: Oh, you know you love me. Though I agree, James is a dolt.

J: Excuse me! Sirius just showed me that note you wrote. I am NOT a dolt!

M: Well, actually, yes you are. I have proof.

J: Oh? And what is that?

M: The huge gash across my face! It's kind of hard to miss.

J: Would you get over that already! Besides, it wasn't my fault and it doesn't make me a dolt.

M: Yes it was and yes it does. Oh, and did Sirius show you what he wrote about you?

J: No, what did he write?

M: He said that he agrees that you are a dolt.

J: What?

S: You didn't have to go tell James I said that he was a dolt. I told you that in confidence.

M: Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you told him that I called him a dolt.

S: I did not!

M: You did too. He told me!

S: What?

Seriously, sometimes I wonder how they've made it this far in school. You'd think they would have flunked out or something by now. Which makes me wonder, if you failed all of your OWL's, what would you do, since you wouldn't be able to take any classes?

Oh, no! Time for Potions…with the SLYTHERINS. Oh joy.

Tuesday, September 3rd, Break, Gryffindor common room,

Sirius is the biggest prat I've ever met. I'm serious – AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Tuesday, September 3rd, 9:07 p.m., my dorm,

How is it that over half of the Hogwarts female population is in love with Sirius? I mean, seriously. Ooops. Actually, I don't mean seriously, I just mean…BLOODY HELL! Now I can't even write in my diary properly, all because Sirius is a major git.

I was just sitting on a couch during break, minding my own business, when James starts making comments about the gash that is still very much apparent across my face. The one that's going to keep from getting married one day…yeah, that's the one. He's knows how upset I am over it. I mean, the life I always imagined is now not possible. If I'm lucky, maybe I could get Peter to go out with me. In that case, I REALLY don't want to be lucky.

So, I said, "Yeah, well at least I'm not going to be in major trouble with mum and dad."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"How I told them about what you did on the train, naturally," I said.

James went all berserk. I seriously thought someone was going to die. (I mean, I definitely thought someone was going to die). Then he said, "Are you kidding me?"

"Nope, I'm serious. I sent it on Monday," I smiled happily at him.

That's when Sirius chose to cut in. He can never keep out of anything.

"You want to know what I just realized?" he asked. Um, hello? Does he actually think anyone cares?

To make sure he knew, I answered, "No, not really."

That didn't seem to stop him though. That boy has some serious – I mean, he has some major issues. "I just realized that you say 'seriously' and 'I'm serious' and lot's of stuff with 'serious' in it all the time."

"Um, okay," At this point I was thinking maybe he'd hit his head on something. Then again, he's always like that.

"AND, I think that the reason you say the word 'serious' all the time is because it sounds the same as my name, Sirius, and you're so in love with me that you want to say my name all the time, but you don't want to go around just saying 'Sirius' because that would be weird and then we'd all know that you're in love with me," he told me. At first I just stared at him like he was really stupid. Because he is. Really stupid, I mean. Like I'd ever be in love with him. I think we'd just gone over this the other day. I was beginning to think maybe he was in love with me, and that he just really wanted me to be in love with him too, or something.

So I was like, "That is seriously the stupidest thing I – " But then I realized that I'd just said 'serious'.

So now, every time I say 'serious' I notice it, and it drives me crazy. It's like when your parents point out how you keep saying 'like' and you should stop, so then you can't talk anymore because you notice every time you say 'like'. Only it was 'serious'. So now I'm really irritated with him, because I keep saying 'serious' all the time and it's driving me crazy. He's seriously the biggest – See? I did it again. I mean, seriously – AHHHHHH!!!!! I keep doing it!!!!!

I really have to go to bed. Even if it is only nine. I might kill someone otherwise. I'm serious. I mean, I swear.