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Entry: One.
Mood: Miffed.

Today held the promise of success.

I discussed the nargle hunt with Triple L on our way to Charms class and she decided she would be 'happy to tag along!' and take pictures of the nargles for me. Needless to say, this will be a thrilling experience and she should consider herself lucky to have been invited. I'm so glad she decided to attend, for I'm absolutely rubbish at taking photographs.

But, in other news, I spoke with Professor Burbage today about this new device I'm working on which will beep whenever a Muggle item is near. I figured she could put something like this to use, thus I offered my services to her with the intention of her accepting this proposal, but... well, frankly, she looked at me as if my head weren't screwed on straight. Can you believe that? After all I've done for her! I gave her that box of peppered Heliopath essence (the edible kind, of course) and I awarded her with the honor of my presence in her class, which is already starting to dwindle in applicants as it is. And now? And now, she refuses my expertise and even more upsetting refused my priceless invention that will most likely one day be housed under some fantastical wizarding museum!

That woman is missing out, I'll tell you that much.

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Entry: Two.
Mood: Bothered.

After having discussed things with Lilura in regard to preparing our nargle hunt next week, I decided that it was high time I make a birthday present for her; or, at least, start thinking about what I'd like to make her, anyway. I'm almost positive, however, that I'd like to make her a Heliopath diadem. For protection and whatnot. There's a sale going on at Xavier's shop and I think I might head down for some supplies and get started on a schematic.

- - - LATER - - -

Oh, bother. All the good things were cleaned out by the time I got there. I was only able to get some Heliopath conducting wire before a) I ran out of money and b) Xavier forced my to leave because Lenka was 'uncomfortable' by my insisting she wear a fertility ring for good luck. it's not my fault! Fife and Filo put me up to it, honestly! Well, no matter, as either way I would have departed the store unsuccessfully. I really was aiming to get some sort of protective outer liner to go around the wire of the diadem but I suppose I'll have to wait until Xavier restocks... which, knowing him, might not be for weeks... curse his inconvenient ineptitude.

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Entry: Three.
Mood: Reflective.

I encountered Claire Turner in the hallway today on my way to Potions class, and we entertained a nice chat about the merits of Thestrals. We came to the conclusion – or, at least, I did – that Thestrals are really nothing more than just bothersome hags in the forms of horses dragging us from place to place. They're creepy little buggers when you think about it, aren't they? Claire seemed to be more defensive of their natural beauty, but I, on the other hand, found them disgusting and meddlesome.

Even if I have never seen one.

But the point of the matter is that I had a nice talk with her and I find that I miss that on occasion. I don't see her as often now that I've been cramming studying dutifully for the OWLs... I am particularly concerned about my marks in Transfiguration class. Though Professor McGonagall is very near and dear to my heart, I feel quite like a Slashkilter is on my shoulder whenever I come to class as every single thing she says goes soaring over my head (that, and I am prone to daydreaming). Which is a feat in and of itself, for Professor McGonagall, anyway, since I happen to be an incredibly bright student of the Ravenclaw order (which, obviously, further indicates my knowledge). Yet still, I find myself unhealthily challenged in her class. Perhaps J or Ted or some other philanthropist can help me later, though I do appear to be running out of time, seeing as the OWLs are next week and today is Friday.

And I still can't name the phases of the werewolf in chronological order.

Oh, bother.