Jun 18, 2002 08:22
The Bleu Ball was a success.
Crabbe and I wore the best robes.
I looked good.
Crabbe was easy on the eye.
Very easy on the eye.
Food was good.
Crabbe and I discussed Quidditch and various other subjects over dinner.
He said I am a good player.
I think he is not a rubbish player.
However, I did not tell him so.
A fight broke up, as usual, between He Who Should Not Have Lived and He Who Is Very Short.
Ball was cancelled.
Crabbe walked me back to my dorm.
I believe I smiled.
It has been two days.
Make it stop.
M. B.