10 more days to The Nightmare.
Okay, this is war. SURELY she must have at least told SOMEBODY who she bloody wants to go to The Nightmare with by NOW! Ginny doesn't know. Lavender doesn't know. Parvati doesn't know. Neville doesn't know. Seamus doesn't know. Dean doesn't know. Harry doesn't know. Colin doesn't know. WHAT IS THE BLOODY DEAL HERE?! "It is somebody you know, Ron. That's all I'm going to say, if you can't figure it out, then it's too bad for you." WHAT KIND OF SODDING CLUE IS THAT?! Maybe I should ask Professor Dumbledore. If he doesn't know either, I'm throwing myself out of the bloody Divination tower, I see no other way around this. Damn you, Hermione!
I spent the WHOLE of last night pretending to revise for the damned exams just so I can ask her about it every 5 minutes, but did it work? BLOODY HELL NO! I gave up when my Astronomy notes started to make sense to me (that was just way too creepy) and went back to my room and found Harry with a bloody nose. Bloody nose as in really bloody. I asked him what happened but all he said was he walked right into Fat Lady. He must have walked pretty darn fast to get his nose so messed up, but oh well, he went to Madame Pomfrey this morning. His nose should be good as new by now. I'd better make my way to the North Tower now, time for two hours of enlightening death predictions. Oh joy.
Oh, hang on, since everyone and their garden gnomes somehow already bloody know about Harry and I sneaking to the Cannons game a few weeks ago, I can finally very proudly show the wicked Maloney gloves I bought at the match, without worrying about getting cheerfully minced into lunch meat by a certain suddenly-blond professor, haha! Well, I got Colin to take a picture of the glove and Hermione squashed it into one of those weird small square Muggle computer biscuits and here it is!
I've got Maloney Ears to match, too! I'll probably get the Maloney pyjamas at the next game, can't bloody wait! Anyway, I'm late for class now so, bye!
I spent the WHOLE of last night pretending to revise for the damned exams just so I can ask her about it every 5 minutes, but did it work? BLOODY HELL NO! I gave up when my Astronomy notes started to make sense to me (that was just way too creepy) and went back to my room and found Harry with a bloody nose. Bloody nose as in really bloody. I asked him what happened but all he said was he walked right into Fat Lady. He must have walked pretty darn fast to get his nose so messed up, but oh well, he went to Madame Pomfrey this morning. His nose should be good as new by now. I'd better make my way to the North Tower now, time for two hours of enlightening death predictions. Oh joy.
Oh, hang on, since everyone and their garden gnomes somehow already bloody know about Harry and I sneaking to the Cannons game a few weeks ago, I can finally very proudly show the wicked Maloney gloves I bought at the match, without worrying about getting cheerfully minced into lunch meat by a certain suddenly-blond professor, haha! Well, I got Colin to take a picture of the glove and Hermione squashed it into one of those weird small square Muggle computer biscuits and here it is!
I've got Maloney Ears to match, too! I'll probably get the Maloney pyjamas at the next game, can't bloody wait! Anyway, I'm late for class now so, bye!