A Word from the Author: Hello everyone, this is jediclonecowgirl, with a new chapter of "Sally's Diary Year 2". Well…not really much to say here…let's just get started.
Dear Diary.
I've grown to love spell-inventing. It's tough, but it's really cool and so exciting to leave a resting mark on the magical world, when you really invent an entirely new spell. I haven't managed much, but practise makes perfect. I am working on a spell, you can move water with at the moment…will turn it into more later.
Hermione would probably find this kind of spell useless, but hey…it's still on the rough stuff…will make it into more later on. It's all rather fun. Sometimes Percy helps me with stuff. Spell-inventing has been as much his thing as Quidditch, but he tries to enjoy both of it. Quidditch…probably for Oliver's sake…or Fred's and George's sakes, even though he almost always tells me, that he could murder them, when we see each other…and spell-inventing…for my sake? I guess…maybe we can be on friends-terms after all. Or good aquaintances…or whatever…
Okay…what else to tell? Well…it's Halloween today and I hope, that we can get some kind of peaceful feast this time. Harry, Ron and Hermione are going to the Deathday party of the Nearly Headless Nick, our house ghost. Decent, but sometimes crazy. That's, what makes him likeable.
Maybe I should set things up the way, that my sister gets a spot next to Lee Jordan. Who knows? Maybe they will click. Still…there is the opportunity, that Lee, Fred and George might be late for the feast, because they are carrying out one of their scemes. Wouldn't blame them. It's Halloween after all…the one time of the year for scemes and pranks…besides the first of April. It's sort of like a second Christmas for pranksters and how cruel would it be to force them, or better said only Lee, to miss that opportunity? Really cruel.
Halloween Feast won't be the same, without Hermione or the boys, but maybe Sammie and I will have a chance to talk to the other Gryffindors a bit…and speak to Ernie, Hannah and Susan again…and take a trip down to the Ravenclaw table and sit with Luna and Roland a bit.
Luna…many Ravenclaws apologize for her being even present…barely anyone of our friends can understand, why Sammie and I even talk to Luna…and there is a rumor going around, that Cho and Marietta are making a habit of stealing her stuff. If that's really true, I'm not so sure, if I'll be able to talk to Cho properly anymore. I mean…that's cruel! I don't see why Cho would do that though…she's always so nice.
Parvati and Lavender just called Sammie and me for the feast. Gotta go now.
Sally
Dear Diary.
I think, that my hopes of having a pleasant year just went down the drain. As we came back from the feast we discovered something really strange written on one of the walls. Strange and sorta scary…it looked like it was written in blood.
THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR BEWARE.
Sammie, Roland and I were standing up front, so we could see perfectly. We saw Harry, Ron and Hermione in the middle of it all and on one of the torches…Mrs Norris was hanging. Filch's cat. Malfoy pushed himself through us and said something about this: "Enemies of the heir beware, you are next mudbloods!". That git! Filch of course threw a fit and probably would've murdered Harry, if Dumbledore hadn't gone between it. He sent us all off to our dorms, except for Harry, Ron and Hermione. Happy Halloween, I guess.
It's nasty business…have to mock it though…the best alternative is to die with fear and since when has dying with fear been part of a Gryffindor's opportunities? Never…still it sounded like a threat or something like that…a warning for example. Oh my…
Sally
Dear Diary
Over night Hogwarts turned into a madhouse and, when I write that, I actually MEAN IT! They barely talk about anything else, then the attack on Mrs. Norris and even at Gryffindor Quidditch practise, it's subject number one in the lockers and the showers. We also barely talk about anything else, when we stay together after practise. We always do.
Filch always reminds us of, what happened. He patrols around in that corridor and tries to get the words off the wall, but no success. Even the prefects are pointing and laughing at him…even the Heads! My god!
Ginny's a wreck. Apperantly she likes cats really much. Ron always says to Ginny, that we are better off without Mrs. Norris…and that they will kick out the creep, who did that…whatever this creep did to the cat. First class in store. Got to go.
Sally
Ending Word: Well…this was the sixth chapter…this diary is gonna be longer, I can tell. Well…longer then the last one I persume. I'd love, if you'd leave some reviews behind. Now all I have left to say is bye, bye and mischief managed.
