A/N: Sorry about the delay. The computer stuffed up so I couldn't type the diary entries onto the computer and put it on the net. On the plus side I've finished writing entry 11, 12 and 13! Anyway, my deep apologies.
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Entry Eleven
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I hate spiders. Which is why I screamed my lungs out when I woke up in the middle of the night to find a bunch of them marching single file up my bedpost, across my blanket, up my bedside table and out of a crack in my window! About ten seconds later, Flitwick barged into my bedroom…and laughed. There I sat, with countless spiders crawling across my Twinkletoes blanket, and Flitwick was cracking up like a house-elf on Firewhiskey. I mean, excuse the interruption, but a little help here?
After his initial shock (let's call it that to retain my pride) he walked to the bed, removed the spiders with a swish of his wand and patted in comfort. Not. Instead he stuck his head out the door and told all the staff members to come and laugh at my misery! I've never been more humiliated in my whole entire life (minus the incident involving honey, beehives and a grizzly bear). On the plus side, now everyone knows that Lockhart hates spiders and shrieks like a girl.