``they love your face when it blushes red

[Wendy Palmer]

[Wendy Palmer]

Dear Diary,

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Got myself a diary in town yesterday. We'll see how this goes. I haven't kept one since I was a kid.

I guess there's not much to know about me, nothing that I'll explain in one page in a book anyway. The book doesn't judge the writer, that's silly. I'm just me, and that's how I'll write myself. No one is going to read this anyway, so why take issue? Well, in any case, I picked this up, I guess because it had such a pretty colour that I... well, I really couldn't resist. I don't like to needlessly spend money, so I guess I'd better use it.

Day One? Hah. Got a diary. Fought with Christina. Mucked around with the Boys. I love them.

I guess I have to keep entries short, since on a farm there's always something to do. Gratis is bugging the sheep again. Ta for now.

Love, Wendy

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[Wendy Palmer]

Dear Diary,

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Well... so much for using my diary faithfully, right? Hah, whoops. Now that school's started and I'm getting back into the habit of writing regularly, I should be better about keeping up with it. Hopefully. Hah.

Back at school. Not much to say. Damien and I are giving it another go. He took me on a picnic during summer. Hah. Oh, Lucy came to visit. Evidently she and Will are together now and they decided that they had to consummate to make it official, so. Go Lucy! Use a love glove and all that.

So... even though we've been in the same classes for six years, I've never really spoken to Ian Fleming until today. He's quite an interesting fellow, actually. I like him. Hah.

I've been hearing rumours about some sort of cheerleading thing happening at Hogwarts this year. I wasn't aware that wizards had cheerleaders, but oh well. I might try out. I mean, it's fun, it's exercise, and I really don't get enough of that here even with all the walking and stairs. Plus, it does sound like it'd be enjoyable, so... why not, right?

Well, it's about dinner time now, so I ought to be going. Maybe I'll be able to say hello to Ian again. Ta for now.

Love, Wendy

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[Wendy Palmer]

Dear Diary,

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I'm going to be a complete and utter bitch for a minute.

But really, what sort of pokey object is stuck up Alice Logan's arse? Who is she to determine a person's maturity and ability to handle such matters as sexual relationships? A person's sex life is not gossip, or at least, it shouldn't be. If someone wants to share the intimate details of their sex life, that's up to them, if their partner is comfortable with it too and if another person is okay with hearing about it. But it's no one else's right to dictate how a person treats their own body or what they choose to do with it. If I want to have sex, I'm going to have sex, and it's not Alice Logan's responsibility to tell me that I'm "too young" or "too irresponsible" or that I am "emotionally incapable of handling sexual interactions like an adult." Excuse me, Miss Logan, but I am the one who determines how I feel about sex and having sex with someone, not you. And I hardly think that my decisions have inspired "bad choices" in the younger generation. First of all, I have never went to a fifth year or fourth year and told them just to go have casual sex with the next bloke they see. I would never. I don't believe in just "casual" promiscuous sex and I hate that people have emotionless sex with others anyway. Because it shouldn't be emotionless. And god, it shouldn't be uninformed either. I think the only way to be really comfortable with having sex, regardless of age, is to know what sex is and to know how to be safe about it and to know how you feel about it - morally, emotionally, et cetera.

I'm not saying Alice should have the same beliefs that I do. If she wants to wait until she's in love, or until she's married, or until she's "an adult", then she has every right. It's her body, it's her decision. She can say "no" to guys she doesn't want to sleep with, no one's stopping her. Hell, I would support her in that, because sex should never be something a person regrets or feels uncomfortable with. But I disagree, I really don't think a person has to be in love to have sex, and I don't think it's right that Alice is shoving her beliefs and views down my throat, and I worry that she's going to do that at her Chastity Club meeting. Bitchy moment? She's absolutely deluded about the actual act of sex. She called it an "art", and hah, I really don't think sex is an art. I suppose if carefully choreographed beforehand, it can look more artistic to a voyeur, but just doing it? HAH. ART FORM, IT IS NOT. Okay. I'm calm, really.

She kept bringing up age and how teenagers can't handle sex. Well, fine, some can't. But guess what, Alice? Some can. And guess what else? Some adults that you seem to blatantly worship can't. Just... I respect her views for herself, but she needs to learn to respect the views of others. It's their body. It's their choice. If a person is a member of the Chastity Club and supports Alice's views and agrees with them and adopts them as their own, that's fine for them. I'm not taking away anyone else's choice for their own body and decisions and actions. But they're also not going to take away mine.

Sex happens, Alice.

Get over it.

Drama queen.

Love, Wendy

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[Wendy Palmer]

Dear Diary,

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I should talk to Amycus Carrow more often from now on. I never have before, but he seems to be going through a rough time and sounds like he could use a friend. Or just someone to listen to him. Or a massage.

And he's cute.

But I didn't just say that.

Love, Wendy

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[Wendy Palmer]

Dear Diary,

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You know, I completely forgot that I even had this thing until this morning. I was looking for a fresh pair of knickers and there it was, sitting on top of my socks. So, this means I either have to start using it faithfully (for real this time!) or start keeping a closer watch on my spending habits. Speaking of watches, am I the only person in the entire school who wears hers around the ankle? I don’t really know why I do that. Thankfully I wear big enough knickers that no one catches a flash of my lady parts when I check how close we are to lunch time.

Gosh, how do you even update a diary after months of not touching it? Uh… Well, it’s almost Christmas. The Yule Ball is coming up, and I’m going with Ian, of course. You know, it’s weird. We’re not dating or anything. I mean, I’m not his girlfriend, and he’s definitely not my boyfriend. We’re… friends? Basically, he was dating some Slytherin girl named Tori for a while, but then he broke up with her, and we’d been friends for a bit and then uh, we got drunk and played a game and actually didn’t make out or anything. But he kissed me later in the hallway (Lucy had the funniest face, oh my gosh) and we made out a bunch and then one night we were making out in the common room and, you know, one thing led to another, and I kinda reminded him that he can’t come up to my dorm, which I guess was enough of a hint that I kinda really wanted to go up to his, so we did, and uh, yeah. :)

Speaking of such topics, Lucy is pregnant. Yeah! Gosh, I don’t even know how it happened. You know? I guess I just thought Lucy was smarter than that. But it’s okay, I think. As far as I know it’s okay. There was a bit of a scare earlier – oh, right, St. Mungo’s was attacked. Gosh, it was terrible, an old man bled to death right in front of me. I looked him up after and his name was Gary White, and he had a family and gosh it was so, so sad, and so terrifying. But one of the Death Eaters involved was caught and put into Azkaban, and apparently he was responsible for a lot of attacks on students at the school too. It was quite intense. Anyway, Lucy was at St. Mungo’s that day for a check-up, and I was there to shadow a Healer, and it was all just… so terrifying. But her baby is okay, and so is she, so. Hopefully things are quiet now.

I was actually supposed to go home this Christmas. You know, to my aunt and uncle. But there was a change of plans, and I was just gonna stay at the castle again, but Ian invited me to his place. He lives on a farm with his uncle too. I think it’s funny. Well, not funny, because he lives with his uncle because his parents are dead, but it’s a little ironic that we’re both living with legal guardians on farms, rather than our parents. Ian doesn’t know why I live with my aunt and uncle, though. Frankly I dunno if I’ll ever tell him, you know? It’s not something I like to share. Honestly, Lucy’s the only one who knows that my dad was a drunk, but even she doesn’t know the real reason I live with my aunt and uncle. Oh well, some things are best kept in the dark.

I think I’m gonna keep this on top of all my clothes now, so that I remember to update it.

Love, Wendy

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