Patil, I'm glad that was the last match I'm going to have to play against you. You're an appalling captain and have no responsability. You, yes, you are supposed to take care of the team. Who's going to do it otherwise? The bleeding brooms? If you think I'm proud of beating seven poor sods who haven't trained for weeks then you make me sickNot only ( Read more... )

We have the first match this Sunday ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think my parents had me at the wrong time. I don't mean that in the sense that they shouldn't have had me, just that the six years I've spent in school so far people have killed roosters and attacked muggleborns, we have had dementors in the grounds to protect us from an ex-convict who later turned out to be innocent, You-Know-Who ( Read more... )

My dad sent me an owl before the break to ask me if I was going home for Christmas, and I thought about it. He said they were worried because of the explosion of the Ravenclaw Tower and maybe I'd feel safer at home. The whole thing, it's got to a point where I think feeling safe anywhere is very stupid. I'm beginning to think you make your own ( Read more... )

I'm not good at writing, I've never been good at it. I don't think I'm good at talking, even. I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, here. I keep hoping that someone will tell me the answer to the equation. So that Ravenclaw prefect is a Death Eater. Fine. I'd seen him around. I won't see him around anymore. This is kind of easy to make up your mind ( Read more... )

Have I said that we have the first match on December 19th yet? Anyway, that's two weeks away and I think I'm going to schedule more training sessions. It's not that I'm afraid of the Ravenclaw team, because most of the players are new this year, but. Aw, never mind ( Read more... )

I'll try to write more often in my journal, I promise. This year I actually have something to write about, as opposed to last year. I've been made quidditch captain and I've been really busy with training schedules. I've also had to get used to the routine of waking up, attending classes, eating, revising and sleeping again. I fully intend to make ( Read more... )

I found this journal under my bed and figured that I might as well write in it again. My summer took an unexpected turn towards boredom a week or so ago because my dad decided I wasn’t spending enough time at home, and that I was too young to spend my summer running around visiting different girls. I don’t agree with that at all, but there’s ( Read more... )

I'm proud of myself for remembering to bring my journal with me to Hannah's. Now I don't have to fear for my life the first time I go into my room whenever I decide to go home again. (Turpin, I'm still coming to see you after I visit Hannah right?)However, I hope you all don't expect me to know exactly what's going on with all the drama some of ( Read more... )

I managed to misplace my journal in all my stuff sometime between packing everything up and then unpacking it all again. I found it the other night though, in my closet, and of course managed to lose it again a few hours later. It was under my bed this time. Thankfully it wasn’t lost long enough to test the limits of Turpin’s calming charm ( Read more... )