Disclaimer: Basically nothing here is mine. The entire wizarding world of Harry Potter? Not mine. Draco? Not mine (despite my attempts otherwise). Ginny? Nope. I can't even claim morning people as mine, but if I could, the population would decrease significantly.
A/N: Tonight, my best friend decided to refuse take my phone calls until I updated this. It's only been what... 6 months? Maybe more? Okay, I understand. I'm sorry everyone. :[
3:47 PM
Walking Back To Gryffindor Tower (This May Be Potentially Hazardous)
I was secretly hoping that my little chat with Malfoy last night would have changed things between us in class. You know, he'd be more helpful, vaguely more pleasant, generally less of the ferret I've always known he was. ::sigh:: Oh to be stupid and naïve. I feel as if he's only gotten worse. Whereas before he seemed to ignore me, only occasionally provoking when it seemed necessary, he has become more obnoxious. Much more obnoxious, really. I, being the big hopeful idiot that I apparently have become, greeted him with almost friendliness. Fine Diary, it was actually just a "Morning, Malfoy." But I wasn't even scowling!
He, being the ever so wonderful gentleman he is, replied with, "Hello, Weaselette. You know, you've never been much of a Veela, but I'm quite positive a troll wouldn't consider asking you for a date. Not even a meaningless snog, really. And they're not picky- just ask Goyle." Here he chuckled at his own personal little joke. Git.
Okay, so I haven't showered yet, and I ate so quickly this morning I'm quite sure there may be half of a pumpkin muffin in that jungle of hair sitting atop my head unbecomingly. But it's not my fault! I didn't wake up early enough to beat Alana to the bathroom because Blair insisted I make a liquor run to the kitchens with her (NTS: Look into getting her some help?), and that horrible blonde tart takes bloody eons to get her hair "just right". No respect for her roommates, that one. It's bloody ridiculous. I get it; I was not looking my loveliest. There was still no need to make me feel worse about it. Doesn't he understand teenage girls? I may not be the most sensitive of the bunch, but really, he should learn a thing or two about manners. Aren't all those bloody "high society" people taught that from birth? It's apparently the only thing the lot of them know how to do. Well, besides look remarkable every fucking day.
Ignore that last bit. I was not paying Malfoy a compliment. I was just. I don't know. Shut it… Diary.
And it only got more miserable from there. I was distracted by the subtle way his… no! I was distracted by his cruel comments, and by how much he irritates me! Yes, that absobloodylutely sounds more accurate. Merlin, where is my head today? Due to my completely normal distractions due to his being such a raging git, I may have messed up the potion. Slightly. By turning it counter clockwise, instead of clockwise. He grabbed the stirrer out of my hand and hissed, "What are you doing Weasley? Do you want to make the damn thing blow up? Honestly, if you were any slower, you'd be going backwards."
I reminded him that on the inside he was really just a little bouncing ferret, and that his imaginary fiendishness did not intimidate me. Not my best work, but I was distracted, aggravated, and it made him flinch a little anyway. HA.
3:56 PM
Where The Hell Am I?
The staircases changed. I really need to start paying attention.
4:06 PM
Common Room
Ran into Luna (almost literally), who led me back. Now convinced that she's much more lucid than everyone assumes. Curiouser and curiouser…
4:07 PM
Exiting the Common Room (At What Can Only Be Described As Light Speed)
I seem to have forgotten I have therapy in approximately… 8 minutes. Oh, bloody hell.
4:29 PM
Random Hallway
Therapy session part deux. Knocking tentatively on door. I believe I may be in trouble. I'm hearing the click clacking of Doc's heels on the stone floor. Can footsteps sound irritated? These footsteps sound irritated. Oh yes, here she is, with that fantastic glare upon her face, arms crossed, reminding me a bit of Mum. For someone who is supposed to be curing me of my lunacy, she seems to certainly be lacking in the sanity department herself. This should be fun.
5:35 PM
Common Room
Just got back. Didn't write whilst walking this time, so didn't get lost, and also had the ability to move a bit more quickly without crashing into things/people/walls/etc. I know; I'm brilliant. Shut it Diary. (NTS: When did I start capitalizing "diary"? Should I be worried for my sanity? This may be slightly problematic.)
Doc was particularly snippy with me today; she should have realized that, after my explanation of the afternoon I've had, this would be a terrible idea. I nearly ripped her apart. I was the equivalent of one of Hagrid's required reading books. If I wasn't so full of hatred at the moment, I probably would have appreciated its brilliance. She really looked a bit frightened as she cut our little meeting short. Ha. Serves her right.
::sigh:: At least I don't have detention tonight. I believe I may sleep through dinner. It's been a long day; I cannot stomach anything pumpkin-related this evening.
11:47 PM
Dormitory
I have the most wonderful friends in the history of ever. No exaggeration. Okay, maybe a bit, but regardless, they are quite brilliant.
As predicted (I'm a right Trelawney) I went for a short lie down in my four-poster bed, and slept clear through dinner. I was woken up a few hours later by Blaire and Larissa, who were holding a full plate of the dinner foods I can tolerate without vomiting (including a steaming cup of hot cocoa), for my choosing, eating, and general enjoyment. Blaire can have her black coffee any day, but when the time calls for it, all I really desire is a nice cup of cocoa. It is my only vice (besides the :Or Are You Happy To See Me? books, of course), and that is perfectly fine by me.
Really, they are quite wonderful. I almost forgot about detention tomorrow evening.
11:51 PM
Dormitory
Oh, bloody hell.
7:14 AM
Great Hall
I hate morning people.
And I officially take back that whole "my friends are brilliant" comment.
7:17 AM
Great Hall
Perhaps I should explain myself further. My apologies, Diary, it's quite early, and I'm too busy hating everyone that moves with a bounce in his or her step to focus properly. Morning people are the bane of my existence. They beat out my mum, Doc, Snape, Voldemort, and even Draco Malfoy if they are particularly perky.
We've been spending time together for months, yet I somehow did not seem to notice. Larissa, my closest friend, with the shiny, shiny hair, and the many perfectly charming characteristics, is a morning person. How had I not realized sooner, you may ask? (…Diary. Damn.) I haven't the faintest. Perhaps I had always been far too incoherent at this ungodly time of day to comprehend what went on around me. Maybe she had taken out her affliction on Blaire (I now understand her need to smoke cigarettes and drink heavily) (NTS: Forget getting her help- I may be joining her). Regardless, I should have seen the signs. Her chocolate brown eyes are never marred by signs of dark circles surrounding them, a frown never finds its way onto her lovely visage, and she is so bloody bubbly. All. The. Time.
I may throw my goblet of pumpkin juice at her. (Yes, I'm subjecting myself to something pumpkin related. It's entirely too early to search the table for anything flavored otherwise. Merlin forbid they leave out some tea. "Tea? With your breakfast? Are you mad?" You're quite right imaginary menu creator, that is just plain foolish.)
7:19 AM
Great Hall
Blaire saw me eyeing my goblet suspiciously, and immediately smacked it out of my hand. She gave me a knowing look, and I shook my head in defeat… well, so much for that master plan.
11:47 AM
History of Magic
What are the chances ghosts can die again? I'm hoping they're brilliant; otherwise these fantasies are for naught.
6:37 PM
Library
I need to be in the dungeons in about an hour, but I have absolutely no desire to spend said hour with Blaire and Larissa, so I'm hiding out here. It's not that I don't love them dearly, or even my problems with the morning person affliction ::shudder::, I just can't take the Malfoy teasing at the moment. After the way he treated me yesterday, if forced to listen to more of it, I may just uncharacteristically burst into tears.
6:40 PM
Library
Oh bloody fuck… did something Malfoy said actually have an effect on my feelings? This cannot be good.
7:18 PM
Dungeons
I got tired of sitting alone in the library. I am now sitting alone in the hallway in front of Snape's classroom. I believe he has first year Hufflepuffs in there. I hear crying.
7:20 PM
Dungeons
It's quite damp down here. There's a distinct odor of… something indescribable- I can assure you, that particular something is not daisies on a warm spring afternoon, or freshly baked biscuits. Yes, clearly this location is far superior.
7:31 PM
Dungeons
The first years are finally leaving. I was right, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Did that one… wet itself? ::sniffs:: Yes. Yes, it did.
A/N: What happens in detention? Is Snape still a git? (Probably.) Why is Draco such a raging thunderdouche? Did that Hufflepuff REALLY wet himself? (Also probably.) FIND OUT IN THE NEXT AND PROBABLY FINAL CHAPTER (UNLESS I CAN BE PERSUADED OTHERWISE), IN WHICH I WILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE PROMPTLY RAWRR.