chapter twenty-seven.
Exams in a month.
I've really never been more terrified of anything in my entire life.
'Practice makes perfect?' NOT TRUE. Not for me, anyway! Somehow I've ended up worse at all my Transfiguration spells than I started out! McGonagall's about to chuck me out of her class, I can tell. I've made my desk explode twice this week. Seamus doesn't appreciate that much. In fact, now he's threatening me.
Lay off.
I think that thing about pets sort of mimicking their owner's feelings is true. Trevor just seems so stressed out lately. With no good reasoning, either. He's a toad, what's he got to worry about?
Hermione and I had a nice long talk today. Of course, I wasn't actually responding back to her, because she and Harry were the ones actually having the conversation and I was just sitting there. But still, I'm sure she noticed me.
David's been busy studying, so we haven't hung out in a few weeks, but that's all fine.
'We've gotta hold on to what we've got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other, and that's a lot, oh yeah. We'll give it a shot! Oh, we're living on a prayer!' Seamus was trying to pep talk the rest of the Gryffindor table before a match
'If you're trying to get me to burst out in song or jump up in lyrical dance moves, you're out of luck, Finnigan,' Wood snapped back at him.
I think tensions were a bit high this morning.
But no matter, we won the match. It was versus Ravenclaw. 450 to 200.
Now I'm just sitting here, trying not to let Trevor's croaking annoy me. (But that isn't working out too well…shut up, Trevor.) Right before this I was studying. And right after this, that's exactly what I'll be doing.