chapter twenty-five.
With exams 'so close', the professors are going berserk. It's maddening.
You know what? Two months is too soon to start studying, in my opinion.
I looked back at the last thing I wrote, and I don't know what I was thinking. School ending is the most of my problems, not at all the least. I've made so many friends this year, I'm really dreading leaving. Sure, I miss Gran, but she isn't nearly as exciting as watching half the classroom explode every other day. And I could definitely go a few more months without having to hear her nagging.
I'm almost thinking about asking Dumbledore if I can stay the summer...but no, I couldn't. The school would be too empty without my friends. But I think I will see if maybe David wants to spend a week at my house this summer. I'm afraid that if I go two months without seeing any my new friends, they'll all move on...
Suddenly as I was writing this, magical elves burst into my room and did a lot of magic. They're my best friends now. Good bye.
Just kidding. Except not really 'kidding', because I'm not funny.
The last Hogsmeade trip was this past weekend. I hung out with Harry, Ron and Hermione all day, it was a lot of fun. Trevor, however, stayed behind. And he's fine, I reckon he slept all day. I'm a bit bummed that this was the last trip, I won't get to go back 'til summer.
It was nice spending the day with the three of them, though. I've been spending so much time with David that I haven't seen them much lately. And the best part of the entire trip was that I don't think I made too much of a fool of myself the entire way. In the Three Broomsticks, I even remembered to pull Hermione's chair out for her before she sat down. Hopefully, she'll get that me making it easier for her to sit down secretly means that I love her.