Hey! I'm not entirely sure what to say today... so I'll say this.
did you konw taht it deons't mtater wthher the wrods are slelped rgiht, as lnog as the frist and lsat lteerts are the smae?
For those of you who couldn't figure that out, it translates to:
Did you know that it doesn't matter whether the words are spelled right, as long as the first and last letters are the same?
Yes, I know, I'm random... the random person doesn't own anything.
I walked to Herbology with a smile on my face.
Herbology was my favorite. I know things about it, and it's the one subject where I don't struggle to get by. Who knows? Maybe I'll even get an Outstanding on my OWLs!
And there goes Anti-Esteem.
What are you talking about! You'll never get an Outstanding! The most you can possibly hope for is an Acceptable, maybe an Exceeds Expectations if you cheat off of Hermione Granger!
Oh, shut up.
I walked to Herbology without that smile on my face.
And this might answer a question you have: Yes, I do name my Esteems. Esteem is my self-confidence. I don't really hear my Esteem's voice too much. My Anti-Esteem is the voice in my head (don't make comments about me going insane just because I have voices in my head) that, in my opinion, I hear waaaaay too much. Just imagine hearing a nasty whispering in your ear, just saying no, you can't... you can't...you can't... It's truly horrid. But there is no cure for it.
I walked into the Herbology greenhouse... late again.
"Oh Neville, there you are! Hurry up now, we've got loads to do!" said Professor Sprout. "Today we're working on... Lullaby Tulips!" she said, as if it was some great danger. I was the only one who gasped... except for, of course, Hermione Granger. Other than that, I swear, there could have been crickets chirping in the background.
Lullaby Tulips were just regular tulips... when they're asleep. They are woken up extremely easily, though. Sometimes they wake up for just no reason at all. And once they are awake... watch out for the sharp, poisonous fangs, and try not to get bitten. I started to list the pressure points in my head.
Behind the right leaf, pain.
A little above the right leaf, anger.
Any petal, wake-up time.
Above the smallest fang, back asleep.
"Neville, you obviously know what it is, so how about you come up here and explain to the class what Lullaby Tulips are!" She smiled at me encouragingly.
You'll make a complete fool out of yourself...
I went stiff. I WILL make a complete fool out of myself, won't I? I opened and closed my mouth, like a dying goldfish. She took me by the hand and led me to the front with her.
I looked at all of my classmates... their faces... looking up at ME.
"Go on, tell them what it is!" said Professor Sprout. What was that emotion in her voice? Was it... hope?
I shook my head violently and ran back to my seat.
Professor Sprout sighed. She seemed... disappointed. I heard a "How about you, Ms. Granger?" It seemed very far away.
I looked down at my hands.
Ha...ha...ha...