A Word from the Author: Hello everyone, it's jediclonecowgirl, with the third chapter of the second diary of dear Sally Joker. This time it's basically about her first day at Hogwarts and going on about Quidditch tryouts.
Dear Diary.
Ugh...can only say, that I hate the day already! Remember how I hoped, that we weren't stuck with this prick Lockhart too soon? Well...scratch that! We had him today and it was only the first one...gosh...I should ask Hermione about a spell to fix myself up again, after Lockharts class! Well...I better start from the very beginning, since this day already started to go down the drain, as we left the tower!
The first thing was, that poor Ron got a howler from his mother at breakfast. Gosh...I still pity Ron, because Malfoy is still mocking him about it. A howler is some sort of letter, that YELLS the bloody message at you, as soon as you open it. It was pretty clear, that Mrs. Weasley wasn't all too pleased, as she found out about Harry and Ron stealing the flying car, but this was really too much of a punishment, since you always feel the stares of the entire population of Hogwarts on your back, when a thing like this goes off. The rest of the day Malfoy looked at Ron, as if he was his bloody MEAL!
Well...Herbology was okay, if it weren't for the fact, that we bumped into Lockhart along the way. Ugh...old phoney! Told us all, that he was the one, who had fixed up the Whomping Willlow again, after Harry's and Ron's crashlanding in it, even though I KNOW, that it was Professor Sprout! How in the name of Merlin can Hermione even THINK about idolizing this git? She encircled all the lessons on her timetable, we have with him, with a heart. If I would EVER even encircle something with a heart, it would be the photo of a boy...no not the photo of George! I don't fancy him! Well...as I said, Herbology was okay. Met some of the Hufflepuffs and got to know them better. Ernie Macmillan and his best friend Hannah Abott. Ernie's is a pureblood and Hannah is a half-blood. Then there was also their friend Susan Bones. She's pureblooded. Her parents died in the first war against Voldemort...that's still not very easy to write...so she lives with her aunt, who is at the ministry.
Yeah...those three are pretty decent. I think mum mentioned the last name Bones once or twice. She's at the ministry herself...well...so is aunt Alyssa. My aunt's an Auror...some kind of magical safety brigade...people, who fight dark magic. Well...we are related to a ministry official, an Auror and a curse-breaker and a muggle working at some kind of security company. I have no idea how dad gets by there!
Well...then it all came down to Transfiguration. In the bloody crash, Ron has broken his wand. Man...I can barely describe the show he put on in class. Well...we were supposed to turn beetles into buttons. I managed two, Sam managed three. Hermione managed the most and Ron...well...smoke came outta his wand, that smelled like rotten eggs! I was glad, that I didn't vomit allover Lavender's robes. In all this Ron didn't see, what he was doing anymore and squished his beetle, with his elbow. McGonnagall wasn't too pleased, that he had to give him a new one.
Well...after lunch the mood didn't rise. Can say, if that this Colin Creevy guy is following us around, since the beginning of the day, or that he just found out about Harry and his story, but Colin IDOLIZES Harry. He wanted to take a photo with him, so he could send it to his father, as a proof, that he had met Harry. Harry was probably afraid, that Colin would sell the picture to the Daily Prophet instead. This guy really is obnocious!
Well...the worst thing today was Defense against the Dark Arts. WHY in the name of Merlin and all things, that are good and right, did he have to let CORNISH PIXIES in our classroom?! My gosh...he turned our DADA classroom into a MADHOUSE! The rest of our year took flight in a minute, leaving Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sam and me to deal with those pixies! For Lockhart...the guy is dangerous! If he was successful against Banshees and Werewolves, why couldn't he round up a bunch of pixies? Well...he tried, but all that happened was, that the pixies took his wand and tossed it outta the window. Bloody fool that guy!
Well...now my hair is a mess, because the pixies played havoc with it...nice...I think I will need to ask Hermione to fix my hair somehow. Wanna look good at Quidditch tryouts this year.
Yes...Quidditch tryouts. Oliver is looking for two new chasers and Sammie and I want to apply for the posts. Would be nice to play Quidditch with Harry, but I can say, that George, Fred and Harry have been warning us about, how Oliver behaves, when it comes to Quidditch. Well...we know, that he is OBSESSED about it, but it can't be THAT bad...can it?
Over summer break Sammie and I have been training our moves, whenever we could. Day...or night. Yeah...we broke into the broomshed, that's on the grounds of our house, got ourselves the new broomsticks aunt Alyssa gave us, when we returned from our first year, as some sort of late birthday present, and then we practised, while the rest of our family was sleeping. Yes...well...dad wasn't that happy, as he caught us flying around on our broomsticks, playing Quidditch in the middle of the night. He basically dragged us back to bed by our necks.
I am kind of looking foreward to Quidditch tryouts and I hope, that we both make the team. You know...training with Harry and the twins, getting to know that other Chaser girl better and we both LOVE the game so much! Jack always said, that we could make it, being his sisters...such a bloody showoff. HAHA!
Sally
Dear Diary.
You know...I always concidered myself a really nice person...and a polite one...and a friendly one...even to Percy Weasley sometimes...and everybody, who really knows me, knows, that he won't be making prefect number one in my books. Yeah...you could've guessed, that Percy and I had a row again and this time my sister was involved. The two of us hexed Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle with jelly-legs, as they were being mean to Ginny and Roland, but Percy caught us and took points! As he did that, I yelled at him, with Ginny luckily gone already, that one might even think, that his little sister didn't mean a thing to him, since Malfoy had called Ginny some really bad names. At this moment Percy looked, like he was going to slap me! Or maybe jinx us both! Not even Fred and George have managed to tick him off like this. Sorry, but at this very moment I thought he didn't care 'bout Ginny at ALL!
That was, where Sam used a bad word towards Percy. Called him a power-hungry, pompous, family-anihalating prat of a prefect! We ran off, before Percy could say anything else. Yeah...I guess I am making a habit of ticking off the prefects. As I walked through the hallways today, I snapped on the female Ravenclaw prefect, since I was still mad about, how Percy had treated us today! Okay...she was probably not the right person to take my anger out on, but hey...matter of instinct. Well...the points aren't the deal, since we can make this up with Quidditch again, but I just can't believe, that Percy is capable of talking like this, especially, since this wasn't only about our little bro, but also about his little sis!
Honestly, why do I even put up with this prat, when it get me on the verge of crying the most of the times? I should probably try to stay outta his way and never talk to him again, but with us being in the same house, this would never really work, since we can't stay outta each others way forever. What should I do?
Sally
Dear Diary.
Bloody hell, I just had the worst of nightmare! I dreamed I was kissing two of Ron's brothers! Guess who? Well...first it was George and then it was...drumroll please...PERCY! Yes Percy and the guy is still mad at me, because of the row we had in the corridors! How did my mind create such a thing? Why is it always me! I can't bear to wake up Sammie know, especially, because she is muttering Lee's name into her pillow again. Maybe my sis has a nice dream about him and not about snogging two boys, even if she fancies neither of them.
Why would I even dream about kissing Percy? The guy is sixteen and I am like twelve! Even if he wasn't mad at me, I would never have a chance with him! Which sixteen-year-old in his right mind would take a twelve-year-old for his girlfriend? Dad says, that this even is illegal in some countries, when it comes to muggle law. Don't know, if it's illegal in Britain though.
With George it's different, since we do not have rows on a daily bases. We are more similar, since we like the same things. Still...we are just friends...anything more would probably be wierd between us. I know, I know I am hopelessly romantic and I can only say, that I am having fantasies with guys, who are never going to be mine...wait what? I FANCY NEITHER OF THEM!
Sally
Dear Diary.
We made it! We are in! WE ARE CHASERS! Okay to make it very, very clear: Sammie and I are on the Quidditch team! We stood out from the crowd really badly and Oliver was really impressed. Well...neither of us wanted to tell him, that we spent almost half our childhood on broomsticks. At least we managed not to tick off ONE of the sixth years we know and the Slytherins do not count. Harry, Fred and George were happy, that we had made it and the other chaser girl, Angelina Johnson is her name, seems quite nice too.
Wonder, when Oliver will hold the first team practise. In the middle of the night maybe? Where we will have the pleasure to be woken up by him at 3 AM and dragged down to the Quidditch field, where we will barely be able to see our own two feet, let alone be able to avoid crashes with the goalposts?
Certainly not. Oliver might be obsessed with Quidditch, but he won't do a thing like this, wouldn't he? Okay...no time for unnecessary questions about Quidditch. We are going to see Fred, George and Lee soon, so I gotta end. I don't think we should keep them waiting.
Sally
Ending Word: Well...this is kinda mushy, especially the parts about Percy and Sally and the ones about Sally and George...well...later in this project, you will find out, who falls for whom. I hope you liked the chapter and I hope, that you will leave some reviews behind. Now all I have left to say is bye, bye and mischief managed.
