It's been so long since I thought about anything other than school work and Prefect duties that I think I'm about to go insane. I can't wait for the Hogsmeade trip, but three weeks seems like such a long way away! It's not that I don't enjoy my Prefect duties, I really do, but there seems to be more and more stupid pranks happening and it's getting frustrating. And patrolling outside in this kind of weather is no fun at all.
Right, enough complaining. I think I'll sit by the fire with a book. No, strike that. No book. I've had enough of books. I'll just sit by the fire.
I don't know if anyone else has read the Prophet today, but it's ridiculous! How can they get away with printing such lies?! If any honest-to-goodness reporting went into that article, then I would be very surprised. It's a vile attempt to bring more disruption among all of us, and we can't let it work. We have to do something! I mean, come on, what they're claiming is nonsense, there is no possible way that could be true. To say that they, that we, are responsible for...ugh. It makes me so furious! How can they get away with printing that?!
I haven't been able to write in here as much this year, things have been so hectic. What with our classes getting harder, and the younger years being a little more worried and needed advice, myself and the other prefects have barely had a moment to ourselves. Even now, I'm in the library and I should be studying, but I've read the same paragraph three times and it's still not making sense, so I'm giving up, for the moment.
Oh. I've missed dinner. Drat.
Oh no! The prefect's meeti-
Gosh, it's been a busy first week! Settled into all of my classes, of course, and even though I know I need Transfiguration, and I got a good enough grade to get into the class for NEWTS, I still wish I could have dropped it. It hasn't gotten any simpler over the summer, regardless of the amount of reading I've done. And some people find it so simple!
Prefect duties have kept me busy too, which is unusual. Usually the first week sails past before we start hearing complaints or worries (other than from the first years, of course). But this year everything is so much more complicated outside of Hogwarts, that the students seem to want to talk more and have more things that they need advice on. I don't know that I feel entirely qualified to give them advice, but I can reassure them as best as I can and hope that will be enough for the moment.
[Protected from teachers]
Is anyone else going to Slughorn's first 'Slug Club' this term? He's brilliant, of course, but I hate going to those things. Tell me I'll at least have some decent company?
[Protected from Snape]
I saw Severus yesterday. I went for a walk because Mum invited Vernon to stay for coffee after dinner and I couldn't stand to be around him for much longer, not after Mum's comment. He kept asking me things in a really loud voice, like he thought I was simple, and nodding condescendingly when I answered him. What a prat.
So I went for a walk, not too far, I know it's not safe, but I had my wand with me and it's no further than I've gone before. I walked down to the field and made my way to the river at the bottom and when I glanced up, he was standing on the opposite side of the field glaring at me. Just standing there in his black cloak, not seeming to care that he wasn't blending in at all, his wand in his hand. I just shook my head at him. He looked like he was trying to be menacing, but I've known him for far too long to be scared of him. I don't know what his problem is, but I'm not about to go after him or apologise for helping him. And I haven't forgotten what he called me. Not that I haven't heard it from other people, but this was different. This was cruel, he was supposed to be my friend. Ugh, what an idiot.
Petunia just brought her boyfriend over for dinner and...well, we didn't get on, shall we say? Petunia warned me beforehand not to say anything about my 'freakiness' (her words, not mine), but then over dinner, Vernon (what a name) asks me what school I go to, and before I can reply Mum pipes up that I go to a special school. Now, Vernon is looking at me strangely, no doubt thinking that I am in some way mentally retarded, and Petunia is glaring at Mum and then at me and then back again. Dad is sitting there, an amused smile on his face while he waits for Mum to continue. She tries to back up, but ends up blurting out "Oh but it *is* special, our Lily is really a very special girl, she can do magic and she's learning all about it and she's one of the top in her year *and* she's a prefect".
Silence. I swear, I could hear the vein in Petunias neck about to burst, it was thumping so hard. Vernon, on the other hand, is a bit pale, and he's nodding absently, looking at Mum like she's lost it, then he pats Petunia's hand and says "Well, I think Petunia is also a very special girl".
Honestly, I have no idea were she got this chap, he's a complete idiot. He's such a snob, he obviously thinks he's gods answer to women and has this weird condescending smile and nod thing that he does. I don't know what Petunia sees in him, but I hope she dumps him soon. She's been even more unbearable lately.
If I had a Galleon for every time I wished I were seventeen this summer, I'd be rich. I mean, it's not like I want to go running around the country unsupervised, god knows that's not a good idea right now. But I'd like to be able to do something. Being stuck here, on my own, is not my idea of a good summer.
Then again, I have got a lot of reading done.
And Mum and Dad did take me down to Dover. Petunia wouldn't come, but honestly, we probably had a better time without her. I've been there loads of times, but it's still very nice, and it was great to get somewhere different, even for a few days.
September first cannot come soon enough.
BEYOND HERE LIE YE OLDE ENTRIES. YE HAVE BEEN WARNED. Keeping the rest for my own amusement, they do not count towards the current game.
Just a quick note before I get on the train. I'm in the car with Mum, on our way to Kings Cross, and even though I told them I could apparate, they had this romantic notion about seeing me off for my final year, so we're in the car, running early, which is unusual for Mum, but I'm not complaining. Dad is more inclined to leave early, but he is still in hospital. He wished me luck yesterday when I went to visit him and he gave me a letter to read when I get to school. He said I've to read it when I've settled into my duties as Head Girl. He's mysterious, but I do love him.
[Private to James]
Before we get on the train, before we get to school, before you even see anyone else, let me make this clear. You are NOT to give Severus detention just for the fun of it. Yes, he is a snivelling little brat, and no, I don't like him very much, but we are going to be fair and do this job as it is supposed to be done. Got it?
I just got my letter from Hogwarts, telling me everything I need to get for my final year, and you'll never guess what was included. A letter. From Dumbledore. Telling me I'm going to be head girl. Me! Head girl! Can you believe it? I wonder who Head Boy will be, the letter never said. Seriously though, Head Girl! What a privilege! I can't believe I actually got it!
Oh Merlin, how am I going to manage all my study, along with the responsibilities of being Head Girl?!