A Word from the Author: Hello everyone, it's the long inactive jediclonecowgirl. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I'm still alive…even though school basically killed me…ahh…scratch that…I'm being overdramatic again. Well…I have a new chapter of "Sally's Diary II" on me…heh…
Dear Diary.
Sometimes mum really gets too worried. Apperantly someone, whose name I do not seek to mention, has mentioned something about the chamber at the ministry and now mum is playing with the thought to take us away from school. Luckily a letter from Jack came a few seconds after her letter came. Jack wants to talk her outta this crazy idea. I do not seek to leave Hogwarts. Neither do Sammie and Roland. We do not seek to leave our friends. Luckily the kids have a say in this, when it comes to leaving school. Nothing like that can happen against the kid's will after all. That's good! Really. As long as they do not put down aurors here. Okay…why did I just write that? What could aurors do against this…excuse me…ruddy phantom? Awnser: Nothing!
Okay…what else to write? Well…a few days ago wasfirst time I got out of hospital wing with a real mark. A bandaged hand. I should've listened to Oliver, when he said, that people, who raise up their noses too high, only get a punch on them. Well…I tried to spy on Slytherin Quidditch practise with Sammie to sell out the information to Oliver afterwards, but Bole and Derrick saw us, as we wanted to make a quiet escape through the Hufflepuff girl lockers. Luckily Bole and Derrick are almost as dumb as Crabbe and Goyle…sometimes Angelina thinks, that they wouldn't even find the pitch without Flint's guidance. Why we were so lucky because of that? Because they don't in which direction they should point their wands, when they duel people, so it was quite easy to make them run away, like the big babies they are. Still…Derrick got me with a Stinging Hex. My hand hurted quite bad. Samantha took me up to the hospital wing…and this is how I winded up with a bandaged hand. Something good came out of it though. Seems like Oliver has a soft spot for all of us, since he gave Derrick a clean cut on his arm. This cut went all across his arm…and Flint got revenge at Oliver, but it was still kinda nice of Oliver.
Yours
Sally A. Joker
Dear Diary.
Why does Quidditch have to be such a hopelessly dangerous thing? Okay…this is a completely senseless thing to write, since I am playing Quidditch myself and one of the reasons, I'm doing this is because of the adrenaline rush, when it comes to danger. Still...today something happened, that really makes me want to rip my hair out. I am in tears and alone in our room. This is just...maybe I better start from the beginning. It was Quidditch practise today. A bludger came the wrong way and hit George. He fell of his broom and broke his arm. It was so horrible to watch! Him clutching his arm there on the Quidditch pitch and all that. After Fred had brought him to the hospital wing, I was in tears and Oliver dragged me away. The latter was kind of awkward.
It's strange though...I mean...I also saw Harry get injured last year. That hasn't felt this weird though...this bad. It's some kind of pressure in my heart, that makes me want to cry my eyes out. What is wrong with me? Why do I turn into a waterfall, because George has broken his arm. Either I am coming down with something or...
Bloody Hell, I think I'm in love.
Ending Word: It's short, but I hope, that you still like it. If you do take a look into my project "Twinluck". At the moment there are only three chapters, but this will change. Well...now all I have left to say is bye, bye and mischief managed.
