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Ball tomorrow.

Still haven't got a date.

Not looking forward to it.

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I fucking hate the colour pink.

It's jsut such a horible color.

Makes me wanna vommit vomit.

Love punch though coz it's reallly tasty.

But all the taarts drink it and there are so many tarts. You wouldn't believe how many short skirts I saw tonight. It was so stupid.

And all the guys wnated to shag the tarts. You could see it in their eyes. It was like being in a peedo peadophile's brothel.

Hate Valentine's Day...

Want more punch...

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My head feels like it's going to burst open and spew molten brain everywhere.

Don't know what they put in that punch last night, but it was something similar to motor oil. All I can remember is getting dressed, being disgusted by the pink decorations, and then heading over to the punch bowl which was also pink.

Everything was pink.

Vaguely remember hearing Bella and her boyfriend being announced King and Queen of the Ball. Think I congratulated her, though not sure what state I was in. Probably should apologize to her today if I said anything stupid.

I think the Black girl and the Valo boy won something. Meaning Andromeda Black, the Ravenclaw girl. Shame she has no back bone.

Been hearing whispers about Potter and McKinnon. Must have won something as well. Figures they would. Attention seekers by nature.

Debating on whether to see Madam Pomfrey or not. Can cope with the headache and nausia, but worried it might affect medication.

Should stop writing anyway as it's making me dizzy.

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Got my first detention of the term today.

Answered back to Slughorn and got into an argument with him. Ended up calling him a 'favouritist pig'.


Could have been worse. Could have called him a retarded walrus.

Due to meet him up tonight for my punishment.

I hate Slytherins.

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Merlin, I haven't written in here in ages. Haven't really needed to. Until now.

Today is April 1st, and you know what that is? Well of course you don't, I mean you're a book for goodness sake, but let's just anthropomorphize you for a moment and treat you as if you didn't know what April 1st means.

It means pranks.

It means jokes.

And it means idiots and pain.

So today, on this supposedly funniest of days, I'm walking down the corridor to a Charms lesson and a second year water balloons me in the face. It wasn't that bad, and I did run after him, cursing to the high hills, but nothing really happened as such. I just dried myself off, and arrived a little late for class.

No big deal.

But then, as I'm crossing the courtyard on my way to the library, just before midday, a group of Slytherin toss pots hexed me with the Jelly-Legs Jinx and left me stuck like that trying to pull myself along by arms for five minutes as they stood around laughing at me. I recognised one of them as that fucking Crouch boy. They didn't get away unscathed though, for I managed to fetch out my wand and hex one of them with the Bat-Bogey Hex. Unfortunately it wasn't Crouch, but it sent them packing. Well, Crouch hung around until McGonagall turned up and helped me out of my sticky situation.

Pretty sure she saw me hex the Slythering moron, but she didn't give me a detention.

At times I really like that woman.

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I think I met the singularly most annoying and naive person on this planet.

Correction, I know I have met the most annoying and naive person on this planet.

His name is Xenophilius Lovegood, and I had the misfortune of getting caught in a note conversation with him.

Merlin, I just cannot believe that boy. I can't believe people like him still exist.

With all the things we know now in this world, and I mean science as well as magic here, how can somebody still believe that gnargles exist?

He may have thought he was doing me a favour, but no, he really, REALLY wasn't.

I just... I just don't understand how he can be so... so stupid! How could the Sorting Hat have placed him in Ravenclaw, him and that Liridon girl... they're as bad as each other.

Well, as much as I'd like to, I can't change Lovegood's twisted ideals, and believe me, I tried.

Whatever.

Hope he has a nice life in fairyland.

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Last night I couldn't get to sleep. Again.

So I went for a wander around the school. You know, like I usually do. Well, actually, I like to read too, but I just couldn't be bothered to read.

It was all normal, creeping around the school halls, dodging Filch and any other skulking professors, not to mention Peeves. It was all quiet, peaceful, with the whole school asleep or at least tucked away in their dorms.

Or so I thought.

It was when I headed up into the Astronomy Tower that I discovered I was not alone in sleeplessness.

There was a girl there too, and she apparently didn't like me being there.

At all.

She was a really ratty little creature, though that could have been to do with the fact that she was as high as a kite at the time; she was smoking a spliff you see.

Fuck, I don't know why people want to bugger themselves up like that. I mean, drinking's one thing, but doing drugs?

It's just so selfish, when there are so many people in this world born with damaged minds, some people feel they have to hurt themselves just for the tiny kick that comes with it.

I left in the end. Can't deal with those sorts of people, though not without the satisfaction of irritating the litte bitch imbecile.

People can be such self-centered IDIOTS.

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Had a bit of a surprise today.

Marlene McKinnon invited me to Sirius Black's birthday party.

Really don't know why, seeing as I'm not exactly 'great friends' with Sirius, but I suppose she wants as many people there as possible. Make her wanna-be-boyfriend feel special or whatnot.

Don't blame her really.

Not sure whether I'll go yet though. I'm really not into the whole party scene thing...

Not making anything definite yet though.

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Apparently I am going to Sirius Black's party.

You have Isabella Swan to thank for my decision, though.

Merlin, I can't believe I let Bella coax me into it... But then again, she seems to have that affect on people; forcing them into things they don't want to do. Well, she does with me at any rate.

Perhaps she's right, though, perhaps it'd be good for me to socialize more.

But then the voice in the back of my head says a big fat NO.

Probably going to mess it up, but we won't know until then, will we?

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I saved a girl today.

Actually, I didn't. I just prevented a girl from getting ink stains all over her back.

Some twat kept dipping her hair into his ink pot behind, so I thought I should warn her. You know, be the good Samaritan or something like that.

She appreciated my kindness, apparently, and we got chatting. She seems really nice, this Cecilia Greengrass. Pretty too.

Maybe my good deed could lead to a friendship. I don't know. Maybe I'm following Homer's advice; about making friends.

I don't know, though. I wouldn't want to burden as pretty nice a girl as her with someone like me.

Wouldn't want to burden anyone with someone like me.

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Looks like I made a friend today. Quite an unlikely one too.

Olivia Thompson.

The very impulsive, hysterical, over-exciteable sixth year Gryffindor, Olivia Thompson.

Told you it was unlikely.

First it started out with me getting pissed off at her as she tried to pry into my private life because I looked a bit 'down'. I told her to bugger off, but she just wouldn't leave me alone.

So I relented.

Turns out she understands a little about disappointing fathers. I mean, I didn't spill my guts or anything, seeing as I wouldn't want people to know what happened, but... Well, it was kind of nice to have someone understanding to talk to. Somebody who wasn't part of my family, anyway.

Didn't want to pry into her personal life though. If she wants to give me details about why she doesn't like her dad, she can feel free to do it, but I'm not going to ask.

She's actually pretty nice when it comes down it. Said we could hang out over the summer perhaps. I think I'd like that...

But maybe not.

P.S. I have a new nickname - D. Olivia gave it to me. I think I like it.

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