A Word from the Author: Hello everyone, it's jediclonecowgirl, with a new round of entries for Sally's second diary. This time it's basically her first team practise and things, that follow up to it.
Dear Diary.
Okay...it's official. I will have Oliver tied up and send to hospital! This guy is mental for holding team practise at dawn. The sun had barely risen and we were already standing at the Quidditch pitch, freeting to our deaths and dead tierd! What time was it anyway, when we got there? 4 or maybe 5'o clock?
Oliver first pulled us all in the Gryffindor locker room to talk strategy, but to be the really honest, he was the only one, who payed attention and he did most of the talking. In the middle of him explaining a way, we could get throught the defense of the opponent, without hurting ourselves, I completely zoned out on George's shoulder and of course silly little me realizes it, when she wakes up and never hears the end of it, because of her bloody sister.
I've just been meaning to yell at Oliver, as we got out on the pitch. The sun had already risen properly after our strategy session, so at least we did not lose our way in the fog, that was around the goalposts. Ron and Hermione were also there, along with Colin Creevy...well...we had to deal with it. Still...practise was nice and all that, until Colin started to take photos. Oliver was afraid, that he could give the photos to Flint. I may not like Colin very much, but he would never sell our game tactics out to Slytherin. First of all: He's muggle-born and the Slytherins wouldn't even want to be caught dead with him in the same room. Secondly: He has so many enemys in Slytherin, that one might even think, that he will be giving them faked photos, just to see their stupid faces on the Quidditch pitch.
I tried to convince Oliver of this, but Oliver really pointed out, that Colin could be a spy of Slytherin. That theory went down the drain quickly though, because the Slytherins had enough nerve to show up at the Quidditch pitch, even though Oliver had booked it for us for today! Man...Oliver looked like he was going to jump on top of Flint, as we had landed and then Hermione and Ron got involved. They were at the pitch too and surprisingly enough Oliver didn't accuse THEM of spying! Well...maybe, because he has seen us running around with them often enough to know about that, but scratch that, because there is something bigger to report: Malfoy is the new Slytherin seeker! Yes Draco bloody Malfoy and guess what! That rightful git bought himself in, or why else would the Slytherins have the newest broom model of the Nimbus brooms? Yes Nimbus 2001! Thing is: Odds are the same, since aunt Alyssa got a raise at the ministry and bought us two Nimbus 2001 brooms, as some kind of late birthday present. Still...at this moment, I did not want to rub that into Malfoy's nose and it seemed like Oliver did not want to do that either. Hermione took the job, with saying right into Malfoy's face: "At least neither Sally and Samantha nor the rest of the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They made it on pure talent!" That was, where she had pushed Malfoy's limit. You could see that at his response. "No one asked your oppinion! You filthy little mudblood!" I wanted to punch his lights out at the moment, because "mudblood" is a bloody insult! The worst thing a wizard or witch, with muggle parents can be called. We often got called "dirty halfbloods" by the Slytherins, but we never give it much thought, since they are all rightful gits and pompous prats at Slytherin, but the insult, Malfoy sent towards Hermione was something different.
Mum and aunt Alyssa got raised int a family, where no one was a blood-purist and they got raised to respect muggle-born, as equals and mum later on raised us in that way, what is the reason, that we would never use words, like mudblood towards other witches and wizards. There is no difference between wizards and witches, either they were raised by muggles, or wizards, or both, like Sammie and me. Today most wizards have mixed blood after all. Ron says, that, if we hadn't married muggles, we probably would've died out!
Well...when I am already getting on Ron...after Malfoy called Hermione a mudblood, Ron started to go all gallant and wanted revenge on Malfoy. He tried to jinx Malfoy, so he would vomit slugs, but the spell backfired due to his broken wand...and then poor Ron was vomitting the slugs himself. Man...I was feeling really sorry for him...and I still do. The boys are both in detention. I wish I I knew the countercurse, so I could go to the trophy room and put it on Ron...and maybe clean up the trophies in there too, as soon as Filch doesn't look my way.
We were at Hagrid's, before we went back up. Right now the rumor is going around, that Harry gives out autographs. Hagrid cracked a joke about it. Man...he's really a good actor. Was also quite furious, about the whole mudblood-thing. I just hope, that he won't come up, with some crazy pet again, like the baby dragon last year.
Okay...have no idea, what else to write. Enough for now. Maybe go downstairs to see, what Neville, Seamus and Dean are up to.
Sally Amanda Joker
Dear Diary.
Have I ever mentioned, that making up can be so easy, when you have a cauldron full of a messed-up potion dumped over your head? Well...that's what happened today. Honestly...the Slytherins can be so immature sometimes! Okay...I am the right one speaking about maturity at the age of twelve years, but on, with, what happened.
Dear old pugface Pansy Parkinson obviously found it funny to dump the cauldron, with the...stuff...she managed at Potions class today right over the next poor Gryffindor's head and...this unfortunate Gryffindor was me! Well...Snape believed, that it was my own potion, which I had managed to get purple skin with, but he sent me off to hospital wing...and guess, who came in five minutes later, with boils allover his body and a numbed right hand: Percival Ignatius Weasley. Ignatius is Percy's middle name. Some silly incident in Defense against Dark Arts...apperantly Flint laughed his butt off. I will try to put out, how this talk went.
"Percy..."
"Sally..."
"I..."
"I'm sorry..., shouldn't have said, that you didn't care 'bout Ginny...know, that your siblings mean much to you after all."
"Apology accepted. What happened to you may I ask?"
"Pansy Parkinson found it funny to empty her cauldron on my head."
"Apperantly we were the favourite victims of the Slytherins today. I have got Flint to thank for this ridiculous looks and the numbed hand."
"He must really loathe you..."
"I'll say..., but he hates Oliver more, then me..."
"Why?"
"You better ask him that yourself. I heared you made the team. Congradulations."
"Thank you."
That was the moment, where Madam Pomfrey came with our potions and we had to swallow them. That stuff tastes horrible...really and I think, that is one of the things, that Percy and I have in common: We both hate the taste of those kind of potions, but I didn't want to walk around with purple skin the entire year, so I just accepted it. After a few seconds we were back to normal. My skin wasn't purple anymore, the boils on Percy's body disappeared and he could move his right hand again. The moment Madam Pomfrey let us leave the bell rang. It was lunchtime.
"Lunch?"
"Starving."
Well...now you could basically say, that things are alright again between Percy and me. The row we had is forgotten and he is even willing to forgive Sammie for the bad thing, she had called him. Man...Percy really is forgiving...I just can't seem to figure him out sometimes.
Percy will probably always be a big mystery to me...he is one heck of a guy...well...it's not my job after all. Angelina just called Sammie and me for Quidditch practise. I should leave. Do not want Oliver to throw a fit. I can't blame him for wanting to win the Quidditch cup. Nothing else would make us more happy, after Ravenclaw swiped us off the pitch last year. Oh gosh...Angelina is getting impatient. I should grab my gear now. Until later...
Sally
Ending Word: Well...this is that...the next chapter is mostly about the normal sweet nothings of the live of a twelve-year-old girl and the first sign of something being up with Ginny. Want to make this diary a bit longer, than the last one. 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.
