Top Secret
by Shealtiel
Rated: T for sexual references, adult themes, violence and mild coarse language
Summary: "Oak, fourteen inches, unpliant and resilient, excellent for Transfiguration with a knack for Charms. Veela hair core."
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Saturday, January 24th, 1976
5:14pm
Three Broomsticks
Early dinner at the Three Broomstick. I've got Quidditch Practice at 6. We have our game against HufflePuff in two weeks, and we're not ready. Apparently they've been training hard the past couple months and they're really improving, which could be bad news for us.
Anyhow, Hogsmeade weekend this week, obviously. Hence the dinner at the Three Broomsticks. I've had a pretty good day actually. It's been a good distraction. Sebastien sent me another letter on Thursday. He said he wants to take a break for a while. Which just means he's putting off breaking up with me for real. Regardless, it's already spread through most of the school that I am, once again, single. In the space of three days you will never guess how many guys have approached me and asked me out or told me I can cry on their shoulder etc. I'm already sick of it. That's why I'm hiding in here in a dark corner, with Lily and Georgia.
Anyway, on a different note, in my lesson with Dumbledore yesterday, he had me practice how to dictate my thoughts onto paper. First we spent time meditating, as always, and then he had me spend about five minutes writing down my thoughts, which was pretty easy, considering I keep a diary. Anyway, this is what I ended up writing.
I'm relaxed. Even though I've just been dumped and instead of letting me sulk in peace, every guy in the school has to ask me out, which means that my best friend doesn't even want to be around me, because it's not exactly fun being reminded every moment that your best friend is more desireable than you, even if it is only because she's a Veela. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to hang out with me either. But I'm relaxed, super relaxed, so all of that is fine and doesn't matter in the slightest, of course. And I'm better off without a boyfriend, honestly, because he just distracts me from my studies, and the things I should really be worrying about. Like how to get every guy in the school to stop drooling over me. So instead of worrying about any of this stuff, I'm going to relax and forget it all.
So then after I did that, Professor Dumbledore taught me a spell to transfer thoughts and memories into written word.
I sucked at it. It's actually super advanced magic, apparently, so I suppose that's not surprising. You have to do this thing where you focus your mind so your thoughts are coherent, but you still have to be able to concentrate on what's going on around you. So I guess it's something you get better at with practice. Like driving a car. You've just gotta get used to the multi-tasking aspect of the spell, and then you'll be able to properly transfer your thought on a page.
Mine was seriously just like gibberish, so I'm not gonna stick it in here. Hopefully I'll get better at it soon. He said I should start practicing the spell a couple times a week here in my diary. I might try it again Monday.
Before that though, I think I might try and write some notes tomorrow for all the stuff Professor Dumbledore has taught me so far. But for now, I've gotta get back to Hogwarts for Quidditch Practice. If I'm late, James will be super pissed and most likely yell at me in front of the entire team. No, of course that's not embarrassing at all, why do you ask?
Gotta scarf down the rest of my dinner and hightail it to the Quidditch pitch ASAP.
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