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I would suggest you keep your abnormally large nose out of my journal. Take your curiosity elsewhere, please and thank you.

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SUNDAY
FIVE-TWENTY PM
DORMITORY
STRESSED

I'm pregnant. Samuel Raisz is the father. I just - I - ugh. Mother's going to be incredibly angry with me. I don't know how I'm supposed to tell her. It's just - it's not my fault Samuel Raisz is incapable of keeping his lips to himself! I told him kissing only led to babies, and he was being so stubborn and thought he could prove me wrong, and now look! I am sure the stork will be coming any day now. Merlin, this is awful. How am I supposed to take care of a living, breathing baby while I'm here at Hogwarts? Cousin Pandora had a baby just last summer, and it was horribly loud and needed a lot of attention, not to mention extremely smelly. And I'd have to feed it every few hours! How am I supposed to juggle my prefect duties, my studies, my adventures and a baby?

Oh, serves Samuel right if Payton decides to come to Hogwarts and deck him for impregnating me. And mother will make me marry him! I don't want to marry Sam! Oh, sure, he's a pureblood (thank Merlin for small favours), and I suppose he's not unappealing but, honestly, he's always struck me as a bit of a loon, always spouting things about an activity called sex and he kept calling me kid. Well, hah, not such a kid if he went and got me pregnant, am I?

Merlin, I sincerely hope the stork gets lost along the way and drops off the baby to much more capable hands than mine. It's been known to happen, hasn't it? I actually think storks might not even be able to come to Hogwarts, since I've seen Sam snog three different lasses just yesterday, and they all seem to be babyless. Perhaps there's some sort of charm preventing storks from coming in. Either that, or the girls are just really good at hiding it. Also, I wonder, if it's the former reason, whether the storks drop them off at the grandparents' house? Dear Merlin, I hope not. I neeed to talk to someone about this! But who? Sam is completely useless as he is in denial - oh! I know! I'll talk to Imogen. She always knows the right thing to say/do.

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MONDAY
THREE-FORTY-FIVE PM
COURTYARD
ANNOYED

Imogen doesn't believe me. She, too, is spouting nonsense about an action called sexual intercourse. Now, I don't know where they have been hearing about this crazy concept, but I certainly haven't. She took the mickey, too, which was almost as annoying as the fact that she didn't believe me in the first place. Honestly, I do believe someone is going around brainwashing everyone in Hogwarts. I am glad they haven't gotten to me yet - or perhaps they can't. Perhaps I am special, or maybe just smart enough not to believe everything people tell me.

She told me to tell mother I kissed a boy and if that meant I was pregnant, but I know she will say yes. Besides, I don't think I'm quite ready to tell my mother yet. I belive I shall wait for the stork to come and then tell her.

Perhaps it won't even come!

But, Piper, what shall I do if it does come?

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WEDNESDAY
SIX-THIRTY-ONE PM
COMMON ROOM
AGGRAVATED

Confronted Sam Raisz. And he kissed me again. Now, I don't think it was the excitement of our inevitable future union, or the fact that we're about to have a child, that made him do it. He certainly didn't seem excited about the idea of having children in the first place which, I presume, has something to do with me, but whatever.

He thought it was funny.

I tried to explain to him how unfunny it was, and how the stork will be coming any day now (to be honest, it's running a little late) and it's really not a good idea to encourage it because, really, by snogging me he was sort-of sealing the deal so that now the stork will definitely come and oh Merlin's beard what if two come because he kissed me more than once? Oh, yeah, and then he kissed me again, so maybe three! I cannot have three children! This is absolutely ludicrous. Perhaps I should write a letter to...who sends the storks, anyway? God, I suppose.

...Hmm. Writing to God sounds pretty hefty. I mean, I am sure he gets plenty of letters all the time, doesn't he? Humans do have a tendency to complain a lot. And, besides, how is my owl supposed to find him? I don't suppose Toto could reach that high in the sky, and I highly doubt God's home (does he even have a home?) is on Earth. I'm not quite sure I can risk Toto, because what if the voyage kills him? Oh, no, I suppose I will simply have to accept the mistake Sam made and try to live with it.

Still. Perhaps there is hope for me yet. Perhaps there is a certain age at which storks come to you. After all, I am only fifteen, and adulthood for wizards is seventeen. Still, I can't believe Samuel had the gall to kiss me - several times. We are not even married! Why, I ought to have smacked him as soon as he'd done it the first time! But I didn't because it actually felt quite nice and I sort of wanted him to do it again anyway and

I did not just write that!

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FRIDAY
MIDNIGHT
DORMITORY
RELIEVED

Well, it's been almost a week since The Incident and there has still been no sign of the stork that should be carrying my baby. I think it is now safe to assume that he is not coming at all. Thank Merlin! Now I'm never going to have to tell my mother and I won't be disowned - or, even better, I won't have to marry Sam! Speaking of, I should probably tell him tomorrow that he won't be a father after all. Perhaps I shouldn't yet, however, have him worry a bit more - oh, what am I saying. He didn't believe were having a baby in the first place! In fact, when I tell him, I'm sure he'll only tell me, again, about that sex thing, in which case, I'm not sure I should bother at all. Then again, he does have a right to know?

Sigh. What a conundrum.

At any rate, I'm quite pleased with this outcome. I really didn't have any interest in becoming a mother; at least, not at this age. I suppose when I'm slightly older (and married, hopefully!) then I will be ready for children. Which brings me to my explanation as to why the stork didn't come for me! Obviously, I didn't mean it when I kissed Sam. I suppose people have to mean to get pregnant when they kiss someone - otherwise, Hogwarts would be overrun with babies out of wedlock! (Much of them would be Sam's, I am sure). Perhaps that, added to the fact that I'm not yet an adult, was what had saved me from an otherwise terrible fate.

Anyhow, the nightmare is over. I am not pregnant after all and I have nothing to worry about. I just have to not mean it. Shouldn't be too difficult, right? I won't mean to get pregnant for a while yet!

Anyhow, I ought to head to bed. It is getting quite late, and I have prefect patrols early tomorrow morning.

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THURSDAY
EIGHT PM
DORMITORY
BITCHY

THREAD

Merlin, I haven't touched this thing in weeks! Honestly, I'd forgotten about it completely. Hogwarts is all right. Samuel hasn't tried to kiss me again since, thankfully, so there's no more trouble with storks. I met this boy with the prettiest blue eyes today, Piper. 'Course, just because his eyes were pretty - and he had nice hair, too - didn't mean anything since his attitude completely took away from his appearance. Firstly, I had no idea who he was, but he said 'hello' as if we were old friends or something, and then he had the gall to complain about my ink! He said it was blinding and annoying! And he kept complaining about it until I switched to black ink. Can you believe it, Piper? My pretty purple ink, annoying! Well, I suppose it's a little lighter than most, but I haven't really gotten any complaints from anyone else so obviously he was only being a complete nincompoop. And a sarcastic one at that! And not only that, but he spoke of poking fun at me! ME!! Who did he think he was, anyway, one of my brothers?! I tried to end the conversation right then and there, of course. I wasn't going to stand for being made fun of! Oh, but since when are Gryffindor boys so aggravating?

I know of him, of course, since he's on the Quidditch team, and I make it my business to see what's going on with Quidditch because my brother's always ask me. Plus, I love Quidditch. He's the Chaser. Pierre. How many boys in England have that name, anyway? Honestly! Pierre. What a froufy name. I bet he isn't even French, and yet walks around with a name that is. Misleading people! I bet he can't even speak the language! I can, of course. Even if he could speak it, I'd probably be able to speak circles around him!

All right, maybe I'm being a bit mean, since I don't know him at all and he might be a nice boy. Not princely material, surely, but perhaps a peasant. I tend to get snappy during my monthly blood cycle. I think I'll go crack into my supply of chocolate, make myself feel better.

Oh, reminder to self: poker night is after tomorrow.

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SATURDAY
ELEVENSOMETHING PM
BEDDD
DURNK DUN DRUNK

THREAD

TONIGHT WAS PKOER POKER NIGHT AND IT WAS FUN IT WAS STRIP POKER AND I CAN'T SEEM TO WRITE IN LITTLE LETTERS BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS BLURRY SO I HAVE TO WRITE BIG. DID YOU KNOW STRIP POKER MEANS THAT YOU HAVE TO TO TO TO TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES WHEN YOU LOSE? ISN'T THAT WEIRD, P- PIPER? THERE WAS ALCOHOL THOUGH AND I DIDN'T HAVE A LOT I JUST HAD A FEW CUPS BUT I FEEL REALLY DIZZY AND I THINK SOMEONE HELPED ME BACK TO THE DORMITORY. THE LIGHTS WERE VERY BRIGHT. I ONLY GOT DOWN TO MY SHIRT THOUGH. HAHA. I HAD TO TAKE OFF MY JEANS BECAUSE THEY WERE SCRATCHY AND I KEPT LOSING. I GOT THE QUEEN OF HEARTS THOUGH!!!!! FOR SOME REASON, THAT DIDN'T MEAN I WON. ISN'T THAT WEIRD, PIPER? I DON'T LIKE LOSING, PIPER. I DON'T LIKE POKER. IT'S A STUPID GAME.

ALCOHOL IS GOOD, THOUGH. I'M REALLY SLEEPY SO I THINK I'LL SLEEP NOW.

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SUNDAY
TOO EARLY
BED
CRAPPY

Ungh. My head hurts. I don't feel too good. Sun is too bright. Why did I drink alcohol? Of course I'd get drunk off a little wine. I've never had alcohol, and someone told me about tolerance and ugh I can't think my whole brain is crying. I think I'm just going to slee







Wow. Fell asleep and drooled a bit on this page. Gross, how embarrassing. I feel significantly better, although still pretty crappy. If I'd drunk more, I'm sure I wouldn't have been functioning, but as it were I feel all right now, and I remember most of last night. Poker. Lost terribly. I walked back to the common room barefoot, I think, because I remember my feet being cold. Oh, and Lyle was snogging that boy, and then he got mad at me. Ugh, I don't even know why, he just sort of threw a fit and left. Always knew he was a tad over dramatic, probably wasn't my fault. Still want to apologise. Oh, and that Prewett boy Imogen brought along, Fabian or something? He let me touch his arms. They were quite magnificent, really, although very hard and, while I'm sure all that excessive muscle can be very comfortable when it comes to hugging. I hope, for his future spouse's sake, he loses some of that muscle. His weight alone could probably crush her. I suppose there's the benefit of him not being fat, but still. How many muscles does a boy need, really? Hmph. His brother's body is much more appealing, from what I remember when I saw him playing some muggle sport with a ball with Chace. I suppose overly built, burly body-types aren't my cup of tea. Still, Fabian's muscles felt nice. I think Imogen fancies him, too. I might have to ask her about that.

Anyway, it's lunch time now, and I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday. At least my head doesn't hurt anymore.

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TUESDAY
NOON
GREAT HALL
WORRIED

I'm concerned about Priscilla. She's not eating right, and she's been looking down-right miserable. I heard that Amycus Carrow, her suitor, left Hogwarts, so I suppose that could have something to do with it. I wonder if he ran away with someone else...but no, that would be all over the pureblood news, and my mother would have probably written to me about it and told me to try to keep it quiet in order to save Priscilla from too much talk; there's hardly been any talk at all, so I suppose I shall assume that he simply broke up with her. Still, it's strange. They were all disgustingly lovey-dovey. I think I even saw them kissing once. I sure hope Priscilla wasn't thinking about children, but there has been no sign of storks as of late - I have been checking, you see, just in case anyone has been too ethusiastic with their snogging. What's so great about it, anyway? It didn't seem like it felt that nice when Sam did it. And! I've heard that some people use tongue. As in, they just thrust their tongue into the other person's mouth! Not only is that a complete invasion of personal space, but a boy's tongue also has absolutely no business being in my mouth! Not to mention all that saliva! I'd imagine it would be very wet. Gross.

Anyhow. I believe I will write to Amycus Carrow and demand an explanation. Surely he will give one to me! If not, perhaps I will badger Priscilla about it. I believe that will be a last resort, however, seeing as she might start crying and, truly, I hate it when people cry because I never know what to say and as much as I adore Prissy I really do not want to go through all that trouble. She'd not much of a crier, really. It seems none of us Sauveterre girls have loose tear ducts. But still, I do not want to risk it, and thus will simply write to Amycus and politely ask him if he would please shed light on the situation. I'll even use my fancy parchment on him, too, in hopes of putting him in a good mood. I don't believe he was a very open person, after all. Here's hoping he won't be too difficult!

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WEDNESDAY
EIGHT O'CLOCK
DORMITORY
FRUSTRATED

THREAD

HE'S BEING SO DIFFICULT. I've written to him TWICE and he hasn't written back! And, WORSE, he's held Toto hostage! MY Toto! That complete jerk! Oh, he's absolutely unbelievable! I don't know what Priscilla liked about him in the first place! Oh, he has lovely eyes, sure, but he has no other redeeming qualities, as far as I can see! You do NOT ignore ladies when they write to you, and you certainly do NOT take said ladies' owls!! Why, I have half a mind to write to Payton and tell him he and Peter ought to go and rough him up a little and get my owl back! I'm just about to write to him and demand he give me my owl back. Honestly, I didn't mean to drag poor Toto into this! He's a complete nut job, that one. Prissy really is better off without him! Oh, Merlin, he just better have not harmed a feather on poor Toto's body, or I really will sic my brothers on him! UGH that complete nitwit!

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WEDNESDAY
NINE O'CLOCK
DORMITORY
NUMB

Toto's dead. He killed him. I -- I can't believe this. He's...he's gone. Toto. My lovely Toto, dead! I can't believe he killed him. My most faithful companion! Oh, I can hardly believe it, but there he is, lying stone cold, on my bed. I can't stop crying! This is awful. Toto. My Toto.

Knowing what happened to Prissy wasn't worth this!

Rest in peace, Toto. You were a good owl. A brave owl.

And Amycus Carrow is a...a...a...fucking...wanker...person!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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FRIDAY
SEVEN PM
DORMITORY
SAD

I'm quite ashamed of myself for losing my temper and letting myself use words that my brother's always use. It was quite uncalled for. I apologise, my dear Piper. I have just returned from Toto's funeral. He now resides beneath the shade of the largest tree in the courtyard. I used magic to bury him, naturally. It was very sad, of course, and I got quite teary. I made Imogen come with me, because he deserved at least one other person to come. I am sure he would have appreciated her presence. He always loved her. At least, he didn't peck at her fingers at all when I wrote to her during the summer.

I also wrote to father and told him what happened. He was very upset, we all loved Toto very much. Prosper let me have his owl until Christmas time, which is when Daddy will buy me a new one. Of course, no one could ever replace my wonderful Toto, but there's nothing more to it. I must move on. Toto would have wanted it.

Of course, I am still plotting Carrow's demise. Still not entirely sure what I will do, but rest assured, I will do something. He simply cannot get away with such a horrific act! I am quite displeased with my family for refusing to see the seriousness of this situation. Why, Payton hardly seemed to care at all! I'm sure they would have leaped at Amycus' throat if I'd told them he'd made a pass at me. Oh! I should have thought about that sooner. Now they'll never believe me if I tried to tell them he attempted to try something with me. Damn it, I'm losing my touch. Oh well. I will simply have to deal with him myself! I am a Gryffindor, after all! Whatever that means.

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TUESDAY
SIX PM
LIBRARY
GRUMPY

It's been days since I broke my arm at St. Mungo's (the irony of my getting hurt while at a hospital does not escape me) and mother has finally written to me - although, of course, not with exclamations of worry or comfort, but rather she scolded me for being too reckless, and how I was her only daughter and oh how ever will I get married if I was missing a limb? Same old, same old. And then she went on and on about how Lucius and I were going to get married for sure (yuck. As much as I adore Lucius, it would be like marrying Payton, and that's just disgusting. I wish she would stop trying to make us happen, it's not going to happen!) But anyway, she wanted me to ask him for dancing lessons since she thinks my dancing is horrid. I'm going to tell him during the prefect's meeting tonight and I'm sure he'll agree. I'm sure I'm going to have to do something for him in return, but it'll be worth it to get mother off my back.

The nausea is kicking in, too. I don't think I'm going to have dinner tonight, could barely keep my lunch, really, and I threw up all the breakfast I ate after I read the letter. It's very strange, too, because I took my bone-strengthening medicine and everything. I suppose it might be the flu.

Anyhow, I'll be late for the meeting if I don't scedaddle, and I need to stop by the bathroom to pee. My Transfiguration essay will have to wait. Until later, Piper!

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SATURDAY
THREE PM
COURTYARD
CONTENT

THREAD

I just got back from the dancing lesson with Lucius. It was quite helpful, I think. I only trodded on his toes four times, and he didn't seem too upset about it. I don't think I stepped on him that hard. Anyhow, he says I've started to improve significantly. Well, not in so many words, but I swear he looked impressed with me! I'm writing back to my mother as soon as I get back to the dormitory. The weather is surprisingly sunny today, so I decided to come outside. With you, of course, Piper, although I will have to keep this entry short since I don't want to look like one of those brainy Ravenclaws who's studying on the weekend. Speaking of, I still have that Potions essay I started on yesterday. It's due on Monday, though, so I'll worry about it tomorrow. I don't think I have anything else due, so I suppose I will just relax and make up some more stories in my head.

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