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, February 7th, 1976

10:26pm

Gryffindor Common Room

We won. After playing for a good eight hours, but we did win. We absolutely smashed them. Poor guys. They've been training, but obviously not quite hard enough. Our team's too solid for them.

It was raining pretty hard all day, so I was pretty wet and cold when we finished. Now I'm afraid I might get sick. I don't have time to get sick. Between class, studying for OWLs, training with Professor Dumbledore and doing all the extra practice he's asked me to do, I have no time to do anything. Add Quidditch to the list and I'm too busy to even stop and think for two seconds.

And too tired. I have got to go to bed immediately or I will pass out.

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10:48pm

Gryffindor Fifth Year Girls' Dormitory

I just remembered it's Valentine's Day next week. And I no longer have a boyfriend. Oh no.

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