A/N: Thanks again for the interest in my story! I hope you like this chapter too. Shout out to Ulysses and my boy Tennyson.

In an ordinary fairy tale land

There's a promise of a perfect happy end

And I imagine having just short of that

Is better than nothing

-Forever and Almost Always, Kate Voegele

December 1

It's a new month. A new, fresh start. The perfect time for me to let go of all my emotional November baggage and get my life back on track. Now, I am aware that I have said this before, perhaps multiple times, and things have remained the same.

What with me still being an emotional mess who is shutting out her boyfriend and who dropped her teacup when Malfoy sauntered into the Great Hall for Breakfast this morning.

God, I am the most awkward person alive.

But enough of that. As of right now, it didn't happen. I may as well have obliviated myself. In fact, what did you say happened at breakfast? I dropped something? Then why do I have no memory of it? Clearly it didn't happen.

Wow, I quite like this.

Wouldn't it be lovely if you could have a completely selective memory and have all of the humiliating things you've done just melt away? Because, of course, it's the bad memories that linger the longest. Maybe I should invent something that does that, like a Remembrall, except backwards. When a tragic event occurs that you would rather not have infesting your memory, my Forgetbrall will dispose of it for you!

I'm gonna be so rich.

Although Mum is always telling me, "Rosie, I am a part of all that I have met." Which is some quote by a dead muggle bloke.

So maybe she wouldn't entirely approve of my brilliant scheme to erase the majority of 'all that I have met'.

I'll have to exist under an alias. I'll be Rowinda Weaselinda, Forgetbrall inventor extraordinaire. It feels quite nice to have my life all planned out like this, let me tell ya.

Now I just have to decide if I should Forgetbrallify my memory of Malfoy… or of Lorcan.

Okay that was a stupid comment. Of course I should forget about Malfoy. He is immature, and obnoxious, and arrogant, and doesn't give a flying feather what happens to me anyway. While Lorcan, while he isn't perfect, (and why should he have to be, anyway? I'm certainly not) at least has a caring, generous heart and a gentle soul.

And he is not prone to jumping on everything with girl bits, like Malfoy certainly is. I don't understand how girls can be in relationships constantly wondering and worrying whether or not the other person is faithful.

And there I go, being a hypocrite again. I certainly haven't been faithful to Lorcan, and yet he is as blissfully ignorant as ever. We have hardly even spoken in the week that's gone by since I made a mess of everything. And how did I jump to talking about relationships anyway?

I don't want a relationship with Malfoy. I don't think. Although I used to be the kind of girl who believed that snogging should be reserved for two people who cared for one another and wanted to show that affection.

Now look at me!

Maybe I am just growing up, discovering my more womanly side, exploring my sexuality. Except it feels more like growing down; like I used to have everything figured out, and I was so sure of who I was and what I wanted, and now everything is just… fuzzy.

My cousin Roxanne once told me that you can either be with someone who is lucky to have you, or someone you are lucky to have. You can't have both. I always used to think the latter one was better, to not feel like you're settling, to feel blessed everyday.

Now I'm not sure.

I feel lucky to have Lorcan, as flawed as he is; I feel like I don't deserve him and that he could find someone else who is just as golden to the core as he is. But I don't think he feels lucky to have me, I don't think he feels that he couldn't do better if he tried and actually had the incentive to go out and find another girl. It might cut into his study schedule, after all.

Is it really so terrible of me to want a boyfriend who feels like I am worth something? One who wonders, every once in a while, what I see in him?

I don't think that's such a bad thing to want, really.

And I've always been a dreamer anyway, so why stop now? Maybe you can find someone that you're lucky to be with who feels the same way. Love should be about balance, shouldn't it? Besides, what does Roxanne know? She's twenty-three and still has probably only ever snogged her pet fish.

I went and asked Lily her opinion.

I should really stop doing that. She stared at me like I was insane, and demanded to know why I was being so 'philosophical'. She said the only way I am ever going to find an ounce of happiness in this life is if I stop thinking so 'goddamn much'.

Actually, maybe there is something to that. I mean, Lily seems quite content with her life and situation, and Merlin knows she doesn't think of anything ever.

But it's just not in my nature! I'm the daughter of Hermione Granger; I was destined to be an over-thinker before I was even conceived! I can't simply go against all the forces of nature and change everything about who I am!

Besides, I love Lily so much because we are so different. Who knows what will happen to us if we both become airheads! Someone has to do the thinking around here. And I happen to do it for the both of us, because I can't rely on her logic 99% of the time.

Although, she does completely share my opinion of Roxanne and her non-existent romantic experience. She should not have been putting such pessimistic ideas into my brain when I was at the delicate age of twelve. It clearly scarred me.

-Rose Weasley. The Girl Who Can't Figure Out Whether or Not She Is Lucky.

A/N: So, again, I added in a nice story that did, in fact, happen to me. I may have dropped my tea when someone I had recently kissed walked into the room. So smooth, I know.

And I'm sorry, but I can't remember where I heard the bit about being with someone who is lucky to have you or being lucky to have someone. If I got it from another story, I did not mean to steal! Either way, that little gem was not of my own creation.

This chapter was pretty heavily influenced by me currently being crazy about a guy who is immature, and obnoxious, and arrogant, and who doesn't give a flying feather about me.

Review if that's ever happened to you.

Or, you know, even if it hasn't. :)