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Oh Merlin. Prefect rounds were rather upsetting this evening. Colin and I were doing our rounds as usual when we heard a bit of a noise coming from the direction of the library. We investigated, of course, and there was poor Dennis Creevey! It was horrid. Someone had given the poor dear a black eye and loads of bruises. I very nearly felt sympathy towards Colin. Nearly. I did feel sympathy towards Dennis, though. What a horror! We took him to see Madam Pomfrey right quick, though, so everything was healed up quite nicely. I've not got proof as to who would do such a thing to an innocent fourth year. But I most definitely have my suspicions. Malfoy. Or one of his lackeys.I'll be speaking with Professor McGonagall tomorrow about this. I'm positive that Madam Pomfrey will alert her of what happened, but I'd like to speak to her personally. On a more positive note, Hogsmeade is swiftly approaching, and I for one cannot wait! Justin asked me.
He.asked.me.
And I, of course, accepted.
YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I danced around my room for ten minutes afterwards! TEN MINUTES OF GLORIOUS WEIRD SISTERS DANCING!I'm off to get some cocoa from the kitchens and check on Dennis again. He just seemed so terribly frightened. I'm right worried about him. Mood:  worried
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Shite. Prophet. Professor Moody. Oh sweet Merlin. MERLIN. PERCY. DAD. WHERE ARE PERCY AND DAD!? HERMIONE. LUNA. HARRY. NEVILLE. JUSTIN!!RON. RON! RON!! SHITE. OWL ME NOW. EVERYONE EVER. NOW. Mood:  anxious
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COLIN, FOR THE LAST TIME, I DONT WANT TO SNOG YOU IN THE BROOM CUPBOARD DURING OUR PREFECT ROUNDS AND THAT IS FINAL. NO. NO.NO.NO.NO. AND MORE NO. I don't care how many times you call my hair pretty. IT WONT WORK. NO SNOGGING. RON, AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE MY BIG BROTHER OR SOMETHING? YOU GO ON ABOUT ME BEING YOUR BABY SISTER AND WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO ACTUALLY DOING SOMETHING YOU PLAY CHESS OR WAX ON ABOUT THE BLOODY CANNONS!!! BEAT HIM UP! PLEASE! HE WANTS TO TAKE AWAY MY SODDING INNOCENCE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!
Now that that's settled.
Things with Justin are progressing agonizingly slow.
But Merlin he's just so cute. And smart. And funny. And shy.
If only it were him asking me to snog in the sodding broom cupboard. Then I'd not be quite so angry.( HARRY AND/OR HERMIONE )( NEVILLE )QUIDDITCH! Mood:  annoyed
Music: "(Your love is) Like A Bludger To My Heart" - Weird Sisters
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So. St.Valentines Day. I'm making Valentines this Friday afternoon in the Great Hall, if anyone wishes to join me! Bring your wands, some coloured parchment and your best sticking charms! I'll supply the glitter! Also, a Valentines Ball? How lovely! I can't wait! I think I've got red dress robes milling about somewhere. I hope they still fit! Even though they're shoddy and rubbish.[hexed visible to Herm and Luna]I don't have a date.
I wish Justin would ask me.
Blast it. Had a bloody date last year, can't manage one this year. Sodding Corner.[/hex]The defence group looks like it's going to be great. Herm really did a wonderful job organizing it and whatnot. Though that is Herm's specialty. I'm right proud, really. They're using my name for it.
Dumbledore's Army.
We really are an army, aren't we? Or I reckon we will be, once Harry's trained us up properly. And we're Dumbledore's, no doubt.
Oh, how brilliant I am somtimes. If only that weren't sarcasm, eh Weasley? No matter.
Perhaps all the blokes Justin thinks I'm not girlish enough and that's why I can't get dates. Maybe I should be flouncing about like Parvati and Lavender and talking about rubbish like makeup charms and whatnot?
No. I think I'd rather be hexed into oblivion.
I miss Mum.Mood: artistic
Music: Weird Sisters - "Which Witch is Which?"
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This year's Holiday was probably one of my favourites. Though I reckon that's because everyone acted so normal and cheery, instead of the everyday seriousness. Seriousness is all well and good throughout the rest of the year, but not during the Hols.
Home was as it always is. Loud. Fred and George were home once again and it was absolutely crazy about The Burrow. Managed to trick me, those two did. I'll get back at them, just you see. I'm not a fellow Weasley for nothing.
It was great to have a break from all the Prefecting and parchment work. Though I was given loads of it to do over Holiday, I've successfully managed to avoid it. Don't tell Mum, she'll drive me batty.
It was nice having Harry and Hermione here for Christmas and New Years as well. Reckon it's better than spending them at Hogwarts.
Mum and Dad got me a new pair of trainers that look quite spiffy. They're black with red and gold stripes on them. Gryffindor trainers!! I jumped up right quick and hugged Mum real tight. Reckon she was a bit surprised at it, really. No matter. They'll be great for Quidditch practices and training sessions! Reckon I could run all the way around Hogwarts in them and my feet won't hurt a bit! Much nicer than my old trainers, they are.
Oy, speaking of Quidditch.
Has anyone noticed something rather off about Krum's journal postings? His last ones were odd and I haven't seen him in quite some time. Herm wasn't he supposed to come to Britain? I thought I remembered someone mentioning something about him playing for Britain, but I haven't seen anything of it in the Prophet or anything. I'm rather confused. And a tad worried. Oh my.
edit: Oh shite. Just received the Daily Prophet. He was going to play for the CANNONS??
What in the name of Merlin is going on here???
Hexed Private
I miss Percy. I wish I could have seen him a bit more throughout the holidays. He's... family... still... I mean, I know he's an awful git to Mum and Dad and whatnot but, well, he's still Percy.
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All is well again, apparently. I'm rather confused as to what happened, but I'd rather not dwell on it just yet. Term is ending in one day! (well, two if you count all of the rest of today, but I'd rather not because saying that there is one day left of term just makes it that much more exciting than saying there's two days left of term!) I've got a nasty bruise on my arm. Reckon its from when I ran into the door jam. Can't tell the family that, though. They'll torture me for weeks about my clumsiness. I think it might be from Quidditch. Can't tell Mum then, she'll go all crazy-like and want to nurse me back to health (because of a bruise) and then she'll forbid me from ever playing Quidditch ever because obviously my ickle arms cannot handle it. Honestly, my Mums a tad nutters sometimes. No matter. Merlin! It's awful drafty in my dormitory this morning! Oh. Stupid gits. Left the window open. It's winter! Do my dafty dormmates not understand the concept of cold? Honestly. ( Private to Percy )Oh, this is my most favourite time of the year! Mood: awake
Music: oh! Christmas carols on the WWN!
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First and foremost, my nose is not pointy nor is my face red. My hair - yes, my face - no.
Secondly, I didn't hex Professor Moody. He was hit by a hex, but it wasn't mine.
Thirdly, would everyone please stop talking about me?? It's bloody annoying.
Also, would the group of third years that are constantly snapping photos of me please stop. It's a tad distracting when I'm trying to do my parchment work.
The battle was horrible. Horrible and.... interesting.
I saw Tom. Saw him and looked at his face and everything came back. All the things I've been dreaming about since the attack on the train. Everything that's buried inside. The fears. The doubts.
I froze. I felt like someone had put a full body bind on me.
Reckon I wouldn't have snapped out of it had Moody not fallen. He sort of... smacked into me a bit. Clipped my shoulder a tad. Startled me out of it.
After that, I sort of... went a bit mad, I reckon. Though I must admit, it was terribly amusing to see Death Eaters under the Bat Bogey Hex.
I feel horribly. I haven't slept this well since last spring.
I don't know what it is that came over me, but it feels... strange. And powerful.
I rather like it
[Private to Harry]
Everyone is talking about me. Or it rather seems that way.
How do you deal with this???
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Ha! Double Ha! Triple Ha!!! GOOD FORM GRYFFINDOR! S'TOO BAD MOST OF THE TEAM IS IN THE HOSPITAL WING. Sodding Slytherins. Cheating buggers.DOESN'T MATTER THOUGH BECAUSE WE WON!!! GOOD SHOW TO ALL OF GRYFFINDOR!! THAT'LL SHOW YOU SLYTHERIN SWOTS TO BURN OUR BANNERS!!! oy. I'm a tad late on the update for this Quidditch game. Ron's in the Hospital Wing and I've been answering frantic letters from Mum in my spare time. She's a right worrier that one. Unsurprisingly so. I've received a package from Fred and George!! I've not tested them out yet. I reckon I'm waiting for this Quidditch business to die down. As Moody would say CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Slept like a child after the game. One dream of Tom. Much better than before. Am glad I don't have to rely on sleeping potion. Was dreadful tasting and did not offer proper nights sleep.GO GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!1!1!1!!!!!! oy. I feel like Ron. Mood:  ecstatic
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Well, that was interesting. I've got a new quill. Doesn't work too well, though. Reckon it's nearly out of ink.
I snogged Zach Smith. The Hufflepuff.
This is odd. I'm not interested in Smith romantically. Not nearly. It was odd. We were joking about and talking about how I "worshipped" him, then suddenly it was less joking and more snogging.
Oy.
Not entirely sure how I manage to get myself into these situations.
I hope he doesn't expect anything to come of this. He's just broken it off with that Ravenclaw girl, Su or something like that. And I reckon he's very much still attached to Susan Bones, though honestly, who wouldn't be? I never understood why he would break up with poor Susan to date Su. Su seems a bit more... well, shallow.
Perhaps he's just a git?
Yes well, he's got Su to worry about and I fancy Neville and Harry and really, I'd much rather be snogging him in the corridors. Not to say it was a bad snog, which it wasn't. I'd just rather be snogging Neville is all, except Neville's been acting a bit perculiar as of late and I do so hope that someone hasn't told him because really I don't wish to ruin our friendship because I fancy him. I know full well he doesn't right fancy me back, and this is really just bothersome.
He's just so terribly nice and kind and gentle and funny though he doesn't think so. I reckon I wish he'd smile a bit more. I hate seeing him so sad. I wish I knew what was bothering him. It tears me up inside, not only because I fancy him but because he's my friend and I wish his Gran would treat him better. He should attend a Weasley Holiday event! Oh Mum'd treat him like family. Perhaps then he'd be happier.
I've always wondered what happened to his parents, you know? Why he lives with his Gran. It just seems like such a sore spot for him. I'd rather not hurt him further.
Oh honestly. This is all silly speculation. I reckon he just had a nasty bout with Snape or something. I'm sure I'm being stupid.
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