Perhaps I will knit Torik a tiny jumper with a "T" on it.
Oh my, I've been so busy lately that I haven't even remembered these exist! I'd better start doing a better job of upkeeping my journal; I've just been so distracted... I'm really quite tired. I haven't been sleeping well.
Well, last week, Cho and I took another walk around the lake, which was lovely! She seemed excited about the Animagus practicum, but everyone was. It was the favoured topic of conversation for everyone fifth year and above. (Colin was all psyched up to go, but when he heard I wasn't going, he opted to keep me company in the common room while most everyone else went. He, Neville Longbottom, and I played a few games of Exploding Snap and chatted, and though I wished I could go, I had fun talking to them as well.) Anyway, we talked about my suffering Transfiguration marks a bit, and she offered to help me study sometime soon, so I'm really looking forward to that - I mean, my marks really need it. I honestly don't remember the last time something gave me so much trouble. Cho thinks it's all a mental thing, that I'm expecting myself to be bad at it, so I don't try hard enough. She's probably right, but it's so intimidating! I'm so much better at Charms, and Professor Flitwick is so good-hearted and fun; the Ravenclaws have such a wonderful head of house!
Speaking of Ravenclaws, I was invited to a slumber party on Sunday evening, so I got to meet some of Cho's friends! It was so exciting to go and spend the night somewhere new. I like them all so much. They are all so much more fun than I expected, and made me feel very welcome. We giggled a lot and played Truth or Dare, which is not my most favourite of games. I chose mostly truths, but declined to answer one of them (there are just some things I need to keep to myself!) so I had to do a dare in return - but I'm okay now. It wasn't that bad. :"> I just think Madam Pomfrey is a bit tired of seeing me with lumps on my head. But at least I wasn't dared to Transfigure something! I would have just been horrified.
Another reason I've hardly had any time to think this week is because Ron got a new pet, and not only is Pigwidgeon very jealous and attention-seeking (I've sent lots of unnecessary notes to Mum just to give the poor thing something to do, so he feels important, that poor sweet bird!), but Torik is rather destructive. Oh, yes, Ron let me name him! I love to name things; names are very important, you know. He warned me not to name it something like Pigwidgeon or Bertha or Miranda or something equally girly (Ron, I think Pigwidgeon is a darling name for an owl! You should call Pig by his proper name!), so we named him Torik. Ron seemed satisfied, and I think it's very suiting. Torik is just lovely to watch, but he's supposed to remain in a cage. His scales are so beautiful. Every day, I've been learning to properly feed him and take care of him. Pets are so time-consuming! Owls are fairly independent (except for Pigwidgeon, who loves to be in the very centre of things), but dragons need so much care. But Ron is very dedicated to Torik already.
I'm very nearly done with something I am making for someone, and am going to start on yet another gift after it's done. Professor Lupin brought me this marvelous book of knitting patterns from Ireland! Usually, I make my own patterns, or make things up as I go along, or just go off of something Mum taught me. But this beautiful book! It has so many gorgeous (and patient!) instructional pictures, and I can make tiny delicate lace or beautiful hats or almost anything I can imagine, with all these intricate patterns. I really can't thank him enough; he shouldn't have brought me a thing. I hear that Charlie had a hand in it, though. Maybe he's hoping for some doilies. I've heard Malfoy wants a "D" jumper; I'll see what I can do. How funny he would look in one.
I hope I can spend some time holed up on my bed trying some patterns out soon. However, this weekend: study, study, study. I am going go try to be more like Percy, and Cho, and Hermione, so I can raise my marks and not worry about disappointing Mum and Dad any further.
Well, last week, Cho and I took another walk around the lake, which was lovely! She seemed excited about the Animagus practicum, but everyone was. It was the favoured topic of conversation for everyone fifth year and above. (Colin was all psyched up to go, but when he heard I wasn't going, he opted to keep me company in the common room while most everyone else went. He, Neville Longbottom, and I played a few games of Exploding Snap and chatted, and though I wished I could go, I had fun talking to them as well.) Anyway, we talked about my suffering Transfiguration marks a bit, and she offered to help me study sometime soon, so I'm really looking forward to that - I mean, my marks really need it. I honestly don't remember the last time something gave me so much trouble. Cho thinks it's all a mental thing, that I'm expecting myself to be bad at it, so I don't try hard enough. She's probably right, but it's so intimidating! I'm so much better at Charms, and Professor Flitwick is so good-hearted and fun; the Ravenclaws have such a wonderful head of house!
Speaking of Ravenclaws, I was invited to a slumber party on Sunday evening, so I got to meet some of Cho's friends! It was so exciting to go and spend the night somewhere new. I like them all so much. They are all so much more fun than I expected, and made me feel very welcome. We giggled a lot and played Truth or Dare, which is not my most favourite of games. I chose mostly truths, but declined to answer one of them (there are just some things I need to keep to myself!) so I had to do a dare in return - but I'm okay now. It wasn't that bad. :"> I just think Madam Pomfrey is a bit tired of seeing me with lumps on my head. But at least I wasn't dared to Transfigure something! I would have just been horrified.
Another reason I've hardly had any time to think this week is because Ron got a new pet, and not only is Pigwidgeon very jealous and attention-seeking (I've sent lots of unnecessary notes to Mum just to give the poor thing something to do, so he feels important, that poor sweet bird!), but Torik is rather destructive. Oh, yes, Ron let me name him! I love to name things; names are very important, you know. He warned me not to name it something like Pigwidgeon or Bertha or Miranda or something equally girly (Ron, I think Pigwidgeon is a darling name for an owl! You should call Pig by his proper name!), so we named him Torik. Ron seemed satisfied, and I think it's very suiting. Torik is just lovely to watch, but he's supposed to remain in a cage. His scales are so beautiful. Every day, I've been learning to properly feed him and take care of him. Pets are so time-consuming! Owls are fairly independent (except for Pigwidgeon, who loves to be in the very centre of things), but dragons need so much care. But Ron is very dedicated to Torik already.
I'm very nearly done with something I am making for someone, and am going to start on yet another gift after it's done. Professor Lupin brought me this marvelous book of knitting patterns from Ireland! Usually, I make my own patterns, or make things up as I go along, or just go off of something Mum taught me. But this beautiful book! It has so many gorgeous (and patient!) instructional pictures, and I can make tiny delicate lace or beautiful hats or almost anything I can imagine, with all these intricate patterns. I really can't thank him enough; he shouldn't have brought me a thing. I hear that Charlie had a hand in it, though. Maybe he's hoping for some doilies. I've heard Malfoy wants a "D" jumper; I'll see what I can do. How funny he would look in one.
I hope I can spend some time holed up on my bed trying some patterns out soon. However, this weekend: study, study, study. I am going go try to be more like Percy, and Cho, and Hermione, so I can raise my marks and not worry about disappointing Mum and Dad any further.