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Post by evie on Aug 16, 2011 16:47:34 GMT -5
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Post by evie on Aug 16, 2011 18:01:56 GMT -5
 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * BENEATH THE STARS CAME FALLIN' ON OUR HEADS* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * . . . 01/09/1977 . . . on board the train . . . apathetic . . .
Well, I'm on my way back to Hogwarts now, and since it's a new year at Hogwarts, I must continue my tradition of starting a new diary for every year. I will attempt to write in this at least once a week, although my busy schedule might not allow it - I did not put "writing in my diary" anywhere, so I suppose I will have to fit it in into my free time. Anyhow. It's been quite a good summer, now that I think back on it. Busy, of course, but what else is new? I'm always busy. It was quite a productive one, at least. I won that tennis tournament - although that was a really close call, much too close for comfort, to be honest. It seems that Ginger Bartlett has been using up my time away at "boarding school" to get in some extra practice. Perhaps she has a new coach, because she was better than ever. She was still no match for me, of course. I'm just grateful I won, it took away (slightly) the sting of not making it to Head Girl. I still can't believe that! I mean, honestly, what was Professor Dumbledore thinking, not making me Head Girl? I deserved that badge! I prayed for it and everything! Who else in my year group could have deserved it as much as I do? I certainly can't think of anyone! I suppose I'll find out when the prefect's meet up in their compartment. Not that it matters, of course. I'm completely over it! Sort-of. Oh, okay, I'm really not. But can you blame me? It was my dream to become Head Girl and now...now it's been crushed! Absolutely twisted and ripped apart and, oh, I'm being much too dramatic but it's just unbelievable! I think my compartment mates are beginning to notice how tense I look, and thus I must calm myself. I do not want to have a fit in the middle of the day. I should be excited! I'm going back to Hogwarts. Finally. It'll be my last year, though, and that makes me both happy and sad. Happy because, of course, I'll finally have graduated and I can go out in the real world and pursue my true potential which, I believe, has never been fully explored here at Hogwarts. And sad because I'm leaving behind a place that has become a second home to me. I've grown fond of the hallways, the ever-changing staircases, the professors, the vegetable gardens, the green house, even Miss Norris and Peeves! I'm going to miss them all. And, well, going out in the real world sounds equal parts intimidating as it is exciting.
Still, I can't help but wonder if I really will find happiness in the real world. Am I really pursuing my dreams? It's something to think about. I mean, I'm supposed to be a Healer and...I'm not quite sure I like that word. Supposed to be. Why? Because my mother wants me to be? Am I really living my dream, or am I living hers? Oh, I know being a Healer is a fantastic job, there is no denying that, but I don't think it's really what I always wanted. I do know that I've always wanted to be an artist, even since Mr. Heathcliff gave me that pad and pencil and told me to draw whatever I wanted to, so I did. And I've been getting so much better, too, not to brag. I'm just sad that I can never show my mother, because instead of being proud of me, she'll tell me it's useless and that I should stop. But I like the idea of painting for the rest of my life, and as wonderful as it would be to save lives and all that, I'm not interested in becoming a Healer. And yet, I will become one, because I have to. Isn't that quite the depressing though?
Anyhow, I must leave my compartment now. It is almost time for the Prefect's meeting, and I will be finding out who the Head Girl and Boy are shortly. God, please, don't let it be Rita Skeeter or someone equally...floofy.
Godspeed.
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Post by evie on Aug 17, 2011 6:25:32 GMT -5
 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * RAINDROPS FALLING ON MY HEAD* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * . . . 01/09/1977 . . . on board the train . . . disappointed . . .
Andromeda Black is Head Girl. I...don't quite know how to feel about this. I guess I am disappointed because I know she deserves it? I mean, she is intelligent, and responsible, and she's in quite a few activities, although I plan to be in more anyway and I'm technically more athletic, even though she plays Quidditch and I don't. But she's definitely more popular than I am, and I suppose being popular is important because you have to have at least heard of your Head Girl, right? Meanwhile, most people don't even know me. Or want to know me, really. So, in that sense, I suppose Professor Dumbledore didn't make a mistake, because Andromeda was the right choice. But still, I wanted it so badly, probably even more than she did. Why, I'll bet she didn't even think she was going to get it, let alone wanted it. But still. I presume Dumbledore didn't even know how much I wanted it. I mean, it's not like I ever made it that obvious. There are hundreds of students at Hogwarts, after all, so the odds of him even remembering me are slim. Although, he did make me Prefect. But that was probably a suggestion from Professor Flitwick; I am one of his best students, after all, so it makes sense that he would suggest me to Professor Dumbledore. I wonder why he didn't suggest me this time for the position of Head Girl. What if he agreed that Annie was a better choice, too? Oh, he probably does! And she is. I mean, she does deserve it, and I am happy for her...as her friend, and all. I know what an honour it is to be Head Girl, and I'm sure she was ever so pleased when she got her badge. I congratulated her, of course, because it's the right thing to do and, well, of course I like her, she's one of the few good friends I made. Although, now that I think back on it, she wasn't very friendly towards me. As a matter of fact, she was quite cold, and I'm almost certain she was ignoring me during the meeting! Now what on Earth is that about? I can't believe I didn't notice at the time.
Hmm, perhaps she was feeling guilty because she knew how much I wanted to be Head Girl, and was giving me space. It's logical, Annie is always so nice and thoughtful to her friends. Excellent qualities for a Head Girl. I'm sure she'll do a very good job. And it's no big deal, really. I mean, it would have looked fantastic on my resume, but Prefect is a perfectly honourable position as well, and still shows that I'm responsible and capable. Besides, I have so many other activities that the space where I would have written 'Head Girl' can easily be replaced by something else! But I still wanted it really badly...
Oh well. The train is stopping. We're here!
Godspeed.
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Post by evie on Aug 17, 2011 9:27:53 GMT -5
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Post by evie on Aug 17, 2011 20:13:40 GMT -5
 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * SING IT FOR THE WORLD* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * . . . 17/09/1977 . . . on board the train . . . hopeful . . .
The first two weeks back to Hogwarts have gone by quite splendidly, if I do say so myself! Admittedly, the first night of prefect duties was a little tough because, well, I was still a little bitter over my not making it as Head Girl. But I'm over it now, honestly! Especially since this new prefect, Imogen Sauveterre, began asking me for advice. Obviously, she's trying to find her footing on the whole being-a-Prefect thing, which is perfectly understandable; I sought out my own superior Prefect during my Fifth year, too, and it only gave me the impression that she truly and honestly cares about her position as Prefect and wants to do the best that she can. I've only spoken to her a few times thus far, but I can already tell she's an admirable sort, and quite similar to me, too, in a lot of ways. She was just telling me the other day that she was studying twelve OWLs, the maximum, like I did as well, and I told her that I had every confidence she would do as well as I did, but that I strongly suggest she drop one subject (preferable Divination since she seemed to hold the same amount of distaste for it that I do), because it will be too much to handle, not to mention Divination itself is a completely useless subject that only people who are completely mental - or those who are good at making stuff up - can actually get a good grade in. Nonsense, the lot of it. Anyhow, Imogen is a fascinating girl indeed, and I wish I had met her sooner. We have a lot in common, and I do hope we end up being friends this year - maybe even good friends, if I dare think it. I'm excited at this prospect, really!
Anyhow, in other news. I've researched and thought over all the clubs that are being offered this year at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, you have to limit yourself to three only, so, firstly, I joined Chastity Club because, well, it would be nice to meet other people who share the same views as I do. Secondly, I joined Gobstones club, because it keeps your mind working during the weekends, and there are also tournaments held and, well, God knows how much I love competition. And, thirdly, I joined Riding Club, because I'd miss horse-back riding while I'm here. The horses aren't anything like Macbeth, of course, but then again I've had Macbeth for years, so of course I'm most comfortable with him. Imogen's in riding club, too! So...yes, that's exciting. I've also applied for the Cheerleading Squad so that I can keep myself limber with gymnastics and what-not, and I got in, naturally. Rita Skeeter is Head Cheerleader. It's going to be strange, having her as a superior, but I suppose she has better leadership qualities than I do. Well, she's definitely the cheerleading type, anyway. I told her flat out that there was absolutely no way I was going to wear the skirt that short, and that I'd lengthen it myself. She didn't seem entirely too happy about it, but she agreed. I suspect it had something to do with the fact that not very many Ravenclaw girls applied.
I wonder why.
Since it's been two weeks, I've decided it was about time to draw up my final (hopefully!) draft of my schedule, and here's a copy of it:
(click for bigger version) 
The few hours I spared for 'socializing' is more of a hopeful thing, really. I'm not entirely sure if that's what they'll really be used for. And I put quite a lot of hours for free time, but I figured I would need it this year, otherwise I might burn myself out by trying to do too much. I'd be painting during those hours, and possibly going to the stables to ride, too, on Saturday mornings especially. I'd write more, but Hamlet is being needy and demanding that I pay attention to him, so I'll have to sign off here. Before I leave, however, let me just say...I have every confidence that this year will be a good one!
Godspeed.
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