Using the prompts; pumpkin juice, oranges, the quote 'I've always got my eye on my deathbed', diary, year 1979. I don't know what I think about this chapter.
"Orange, as in..."
"Pumpkin juice orange," replied Harry.
"Chudley Cannon orange," continued Ron.
"Ron's freckles orange."
"Sunset orange."
"Orange... the fruit orange."
"Thanks," gritted Hermione through her teeth. "All I was asking was what kind of orange, you two."
"We specified for you," Harry shrugged. "Er... no offence intended, Hermione - but why is this important, again."
"If we're going to get into the Ministry," snarled Hermione, losing her patience (not like she had much in the first place) quickly, "we need to know every detail! Things could go wrong, we could be discovered, we could be killed-"
"Stop panicking, 'Mione," Ron stepped in. "We'll be fine."
"I've always got my eye on my deathbed," Harry said wisely. "It's nothing new."
"But things could go wrong by a hundredfold," argued Hermione. "The stakes are much higher-"
"How about you take a break," suggested Ron, peered at the high stacks of paper and notes that teetered around Hermione. There were obvious bags under her eyes, and a smudge of black ink on her nose. She'd been working on their plan to get into the Ministry, to get the locket, for hours. "You're working yourself to death."
Dear Diary,
(Why do I even write that first sentence) I don't know what to do. I'm tired, but I can't fall asleep. I can't stop thinking. I can't help it - I'm really worried, about that locket that Regulus Black found years ago, the exact Horcrux that killed him in 1979. I can't help but shiver when I write that word down - you know, the one that starts with h.
Ron told me I've been working myself to death (that may as well be true) and I needed a break. I do, but I won't admit it.
I just don't want anything to go wrong.