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Entry Thirteen
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Flibberting wizards! I take a nap for two hours and wake up to find Dumbledore back, Jenny Westley rescued and McGonagall fluttering praise about Potter. Maybe it was a nightmare…
Later
Okay, so it wasn't a nightmare (unless swimming in a vat of melted beozars was reality). Drats. At least it's the end of another year, meaning all Minerva's attention will be focused on me again. Best of all, that pimple of a teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart, tried to cast a memory charm using Ron Weasley's (I learnt to spell the name right!) wand and it backfired, meaning he'll be stuck in St Mungo's indefinitely. YIPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hoorah for Weasley and his broken wand!
Anyway, it's the end of year feast again. I've decided that at last I will confess my feelings to Minerva upfront. I've had the fantastic idea of supergluing Minerva's chair so that she won't be able to run away during my confession. I'm a genius!
Later
Drats! I managed to superglue Minerva's chair without anyone watching but then that blasted Argus Filch rearranged the chairs because they were "in the wrong height order!" So who ends up getting the chair?! ME!!! Just my luck! At least Madam Pomfrey managed to get it off. Eventually.