I feel ever so Fortunate that my birthday is during hols.  No silly lessons on my special day!   It will be so wizard to see all my friends and not have to do anything but have Fun!

And of course I can't wait to find out what Mummy and Daddy got me this year!  They always give wonderful presents.

Padma? Parvati? Did you get a chance to talk to your mum yet about Flooing over for cake?

Oh. My.  That felt very...Odd.   It felt a bit like having a whole lot of those fireworks they use at Quidditch games--the spinny ones--go off in my Head.

I think I'd like to lie down now.  I'm going to find Madame Pomfrey and ask if I may lie down in the Hospital Wing and be excused from lessons for the day. 


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I just wanted to say that you are positively brilliant!  I am absolutely 100% not bored at all now; I knew I ought to have talked to you before I went moping about. 

Spring  hols are only just finished, and it already seems an Eternity until the end of term.  

In some ways it's nice to be back at school, because it's easier to see friends and Mummy isn't na. Of course I saw Parvati and Padma and the rest of our crowd over hols, but parents always seem to want a person to spend time with them and go to lots of Family Parties and that sort of thing.  Especially during Christmas and spring hols. 

But here I see them every day, and it would be positively brilliant if only it weren't for Lessons.  Transfiguration and Charms aren't so bad, and Defense is really fascinating, but History of Magic and Potions are so dull.  History of Magic is all long lists of battles and names, and Potions is all long lists of ingredients and the order you have to put them in and stir them. 

And of course I can't be partnered with Daphne or Parvati or someone who'd be a bit of fun; I've got Perks, who takes everything so Seriously all the time.  She's always trying to boss me about, and if I even say so much as a word to Anyone, she gives me a long, squinty glare.  Yesterday I finally told her to her stop nagging at me, it's not as if she's a prefect or my auntie or anyone who has an actual Right to tell me what to do. 

I suppose some people have to be that swotty because they haven't any other way of getting on in life.  Perks ought to have been paired with Katrina--she's just as much of a swot and she wouldn't so much as say boo to a mouse.  She's so timid I sometimes wonder why she was put in Gryffindor--I think she positively likes being bossed about. 

But enough of Perks and potions; I want to to do something interesting.  It's Such a pity we aren't old enough to go to Hogsmeade.  

Since you don't seem to be getting the Hint, let me spell it out for you: Stop. Following. Us.

Parvati, Padma and I have Things to Do, and do not want to hear about the new hair charm you tried, or how Terribly mean Bones is being to you now, or what you think about about the transfiguration homework.

In fact, we'd rather not have you underfoot at all.

In some ways it's a Pity really; it was rather nice having someone around who believes everything you say and who's always willing to copy her notes for you or give you her last quill or sweet.  And it was rather fun making you over--you are a Bit pretty, I have to admit.

But how could we really Trust you?  I mean, since you were so eager to tell us all about how Midgen cries herself to sleep at night and Abbott still sleeps with her tatty old stuffed unicorn, not to Mention Bones' criminal relatives. 

Not that we have any embarrassing secrets, Naturally.   But we couldn't very well invite you to our homes over hols or something like that, and then have you Blabbing to the journals about what our mothers wear to breakfast or the portraits in our foyers or, oh, anything at all that we wouldn't want broadcast to the entire world.  The Prophet simply Hounds Mummy at times as it is.  

Besides, you never know when a half-blood is going to try to deceive you. Just look at Fawcett. Or Bones, for that matter.  I wouldn't think a plain little mouse like that had it in her, but it just goes to Show.  

There's been such a lot going on this week I've hardly had a Moment to write about it!  Of course Parvati and I went and cheered Gryffindor on to victory!  Quidditch is so exciting, even if I never can quite keep track of who has the Quaffle.  But it didn't matter really because Oliver Wood did an excellent job of keeping them out of our hoops.  He's such a strong flier.

And of course everyone was buzzing with all the news about Marvolo and Malfoy and the dragon. You can't imagine the silly things people were saying--I heard some second-year in Hufflepuff say that the dragon had bitten Marvolo's leg off!

It was frightfully brave of them, even though I'm sure our Head of House had good reasons for having the dragon. I'm sure he wouldn't harm it. At least, I hope he wouldn't.  I just hate to think of anyone hurting animals, even dragons.   I feel rather badly for Malfoy, getting such a lot of detention when he was only trying to help.    I think I would quite like to be saved from a dragon someday--by someone handsome and rich, of course.

Also, It's quite Astonishing the sort of dreadful creatures some people have in their family backgrounds.  They must be simply Crushed by the embarrassment. 

I'm so fortunate that my family is respectable. 

Lessons seemed quite flat and dull today, after all of the Excitement of the week-end.  All Saturday I was positively Accosted by boys! Although they mostly wished to Beseech me to deliver messages to the older girls of Gryffindor House, I still felt quite honoured.  Naturally, Pysche Bobolis received the most, as she is an exotic beauty with blood of the very purest.  Her family claims that they can trace their descent to wizards of ancient Greece!

Not everyone was looking so lovely, though--I caught a glimpse of Vicky Frobisher looking distinctly, well, purplish before she ran off to Madame Pomfrey.  Demelza Robins told Parvati and me that Vicky'd bought some cheap blusher in Knockturn Alley over hols and it turned her whole face the color of a beet! Demelza said that you get what you pay for and we quite agreed.  Katrina was sulking in our room all day sulking. I don't know why--it's not as if she imagined she'd get anything in the post when she never has before.  I tried to give her a little friendly advice about making something of herself but she didn't seem to appreciate it.


Someday i will sit at the top of the tower receiving tokens of gentlemanly favour delivered by first-year girls.  Until then, I can simply Admire from afar. 

I talked to Owain Pritchard yesterday, as in the Owain Pritchard, the one who's in the Weird Sisters!!  Well, I wrote, I didn't really talk, but still--I wrote something and  he wrote me back!

Malfoy thinks it isn't really him, but I think he is being too Sceptical.  He seemed to know the kinds of things a person in a band would know, and there really is a club called Thestralia. My brother has been there.  I wish I were old enough to go!

I wonder if Kirley McCormick ever writes in the journals?  I think I'd be too shy to talk to him, though. He has such Presence.  

I can't believe the Term is finally over!  No more revising for me--on to Parties and Presents!  And of course spending time with my Family and my best Friends! 

Who are sitting next to me right now.

Parvati and Padma and I have eaten All of our sweets from the cart, and done all of the Quizzes in Witch Weekly, and now we are Bored!

Come talk to us?  Well, unless your name is Zacharias Smith!

Sorry Zach--Padma's still in a Strop.