Entry #7.

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.
Previous post Next post
Up