Post by prettykitty999 on Oct 8, 2011 10:55:34 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
thursday, the 8th of october, 2022. 7:39 p.m
Well. What can I say? A new year, a new journal. Hopefully this one will be more legible than the previous one (poor darling, I soaked it through when I was crying about the Dante/Ella issue). Not that I want anyone to read it, of course! And even if they do, what use will it be to them anyway? I'm just another unimportant Hufflepuff, sitting here rotting in a corner. What juicy gossip could I have? I haven't done much this year, except trying to catch up with coursework (and mind you, there's a shitpile of it, it being OWL year). Ancient Runes... agh, tougher and tougher every day. I know I should have taken Divination, even though it's mostly fraud. At least Professor McGonagall isn't very strict like Professor Cipriano.
Coming down to 'les vacations'. These are the things I did:
- Sat with Louis and Chris on the train home. Chris had a hickey, and he still refuses to tell me how he got it. Louis was sympathetic, as usual, but I hope he won't go cut Dante's throat or anything. It was my fault.
- Drowned in Muggleness for the better part of the vacay - but we went to Spain, you know? It was fun! Even Darren seems to be warming up to me now... ah, but that's wishful thinking.
- Had Mr. and Mrs. Pereira over for lunch. Neither Neil nor Jade came along - I owled both of them, and Jade said she was very busy with work and all, and Neil said we'd meet up later. But more on that later. Anyway, so they were pretty nice, if a little formal.
- Finally met Neil - it's been so long! We caught up in the park for a bit, and he pushed me into the sandpit! Idiot. But the most lovable idiot around
except for Dante. Then, I had no idea what came over me, but I asked him if he could take me out drinking. I think he diluted the alcohol in something, but it was still repulsive! How he survives on that thing I don't know. Apparently, he's met up with this girl in France, the McLaggen girl in the year above ours if I'm correct? And they're dating! Well, to each his own, I suppose.
That's pretty much it. I sat with Pippa on the train, but she didn't talk much - wonder what's come over her. I haven't spoken to practically anyone - not even Liz! - in weeks. There's probably something wrong with me.
x, Maria
PS: Do you think I should talk to Ella and smoothen things out? No, on second thoughts I can't right now. I'll inform you if and when I summon up the balls to do it.