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I think maybe I should just drop out of school now, since I can't just drop Potions. At this rate, everyone but the Slytherins are going to be spending every night scrubbing chamber pots because of me. At least I got a chance to see Snape with his blond hair before it wore off. It was white by Potions, but this morning it was still ... well, awfully pretty. Sirius is the coolest professor EVER.
I'm glad I don't have to worry about the ball anymore. I think I'm going to have fun there. I just wish Ron would find someone to ask, but he's not even looking, I don't think. He's much more bothered about who Hermione wants to ask her than who he's going to ask himself. I dunno, I just hope that whoever they end up going with, we all get along.
And I got some really bad news in Divination. Apparently Seekers playing inter-house matches in the next four weeks are unusually likely to fall from their brooms from a great height, especially if they were born within two months of the Solstice. It has something to do with Mercury and Saturn, I think. I'm not sure when Cho was born, but maybe someone should warn her. I don't have to worry about it, because I'm going to be gored to death by a rabid unicorn right after the ball anyway.
I think the Fat Lady is still mad at me. Twice now I could swear I've seen her leaving her frame just as I get up to the entry. I spent a whole hour waiting outside the door waiting for her to come back last night. I tried to apologise, but she she just told me that she couldn't be expected to hold the door open all night, and that I had just better hurry along, and that if I thought that she had nothing better to do than to sit there and listen to me go on for hours every night, then I had better think again. Some people, no matter what you try to say to them, they hear the wrong thing, you know?
I'm glad I don't have to worry about the ball anymore. I think I'm going to have fun there. I just wish Ron would find someone to ask, but he's not even looking, I don't think. He's much more bothered about who Hermione wants to ask her than who he's going to ask himself. I dunno, I just hope that whoever they end up going with, we all get along.
And I got some really bad news in Divination. Apparently Seekers playing inter-house matches in the next four weeks are unusually likely to fall from their brooms from a great height, especially if they were born within two months of the Solstice. It has something to do with Mercury and Saturn, I think. I'm not sure when Cho was born, but maybe someone should warn her. I don't have to worry about it, because I'm going to be gored to death by a rabid unicorn right after the ball anyway.
I think the Fat Lady is still mad at me. Twice now I could swear I've seen her leaving her frame just as I get up to the entry. I spent a whole hour waiting outside the door waiting for her to come back last night. I tried to apologise, but she she just told me that she couldn't be expected to hold the door open all night, and that I had just better hurry along, and that if I thought that she had nothing better to do than to sit there and listen to me go on for hours every night, then I had better think again. Some people, no matter what you try to say to them, they hear the wrong thing, you know?