A FEW DAYS LATER
So... Diary...
My beloved flower Lisa has become a monster. Seriously.
Not seriously as in literally, of course, but seriously as in she-reads-spicy-romance-novels-now-and-folds-her-skirt-much-shorter-than-she-should seriously. I mean, seriously, dammit! She was supposed to be a sunflower, the newfound light of Goyle's life! Now she's nothing more than Blaise's slut, dammit! Why do I always mess things up this badly?
I know that shouldn't dwell on this... Dumbledore's been counseling me on stress lately... but, seriously! How can I just watch this go on every day and not do something? Goyle's heartbroken posture, Draco's failed attempts at comforting him, Blaise's victorious stride, Pansy's... well, Pansy's complete ignorance... But how can I not do something?
I know that I'll probably end up doing something really moronic, but that's better than nothing, isn't it?
"You should talk to Dumbledore about your depression," I suggested to my dear friend Goyle today.
"But I'm fine, Theo... I got over it..." Goyle replied, looking at me with uncertainty.
"Hell, you can even have Pansy, if you want! Nobody else does!" I said cheerfully. And loudly, apparently, and when Pansy herself was only a few paces away. Well. She actually didn't try and get at me this time, just looked at me with some indecipherable female expression and then went back to ignoring me.
"Theo, I'm okay..."
Draco talked to me for the first time in a while today, too. He asked me if I was okay.
I just laughed and pushed him away with a nonchalant "Fuck off, man". I guess that I'm still angry at him, though I don't really have a reason to be anymore. I miss making fun of his hair every day, though... I can't do that when I'm angry. Maybe, if he apologized... or baked me cookies. Yeah, I'd like that better. Draco Malfoy waking me up in the morning with a freshly-baked batch of chocolate chip, kneeling next to my bed. And wearing an apron. An apron with those frilly things on the edges. That'd be...
I mean, everyone likes cookies. And laughter. And everyone loves breakfast in bed. So that'd be an acceptable action in lieu of an apology. Just sayin'.
I'll forgive the guy in my own sweet time. Dumbledore says that I should should kiss him and make up... Damn, I really do need another source of advice. But everyone else I know either hates me or is an asshole. Or just can't give advice.
Maybe I need to take up a religion. Too bad it's a sin to swear...
*This entry brought to you by Theo Nott*