| [005] 3 October, 1975! |
[July 09; 11:57pm] |
First things first: Charity and I need more band members! There's going to be an audition for all Hufflepuffs sometime next week, so get your instruments ready and start practising. Exact times will be given at a later date.
On to the gossip! I suppose everyone has heard by now I'm either dating Davey Gudgeon, going to Madam Puddifoot's, or getting married. Or a combination of those three. I'm pleased to tell you the first two rumours are absolute bollocks. The wedding part, however, is true in a way. It was supposed to be a secret, but you all know what things are like at Hogwarts! Nothing stays a secret for long, here. Charity, I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but at least you'll get to attend a wedding ceremony, yeah?
That said, I should probably start thinking about making arrangements. A wedding in the snow, maybe? What do you think, Davey?
- Anneliese Has Never Looked So Young
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| [004] 21 september, 1975! |
[June 27; 09:06pm] |
I finally managed to turn my journal pink! I know that may not seem much to most of you, but generally not very good with spells like that, and I managed to get it right without help! If you don't count the twenty or so attempts went wrong and spying on people for clues in the library, that is.
I haven't had many enthusiastic responses on the pajama party idea yet, but I'm guessing the Ancient Runes Essay of Doom may have had something to do with that. Speaking of which, did you all survive the horrors? I haven't seen some of you in a while. Perhaps we need a search party to check if everyone is still alive.
Charity was talking about music, and then I said something about starting a band, as a joke, but I can't seem to get the idea out of my head. What do you think? A good name is first priority, of course. "Merlin's Pants"? "Ickle Firsties"? That one sounds more like a song title. Taking a page out of Davey's book, "The Dancing Bears"?
- Anneliese Nina Young
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| [003] 15 September, 1975! |
[June 21; 04:26pm] |
ATTENTION: GIRLS OF HOGWARTS! (And by girls I mean those of the female sex, and not guys pretending to be or behaving like girls. I'd like to add tricks like Polyjuice are out of the question as well.)
If all goes well and there's no protest from teachers or anything, there's going to be a huge pajama party just for us girls somewhere in the near future. Things are still in the planning stages, but it would be nice to know if you're interested in coming and what food, games and other such things we'll need. If you have any questions or suggestions, please talk to either Marlene or myself. Some protection measures will have to be taken in order to keep the boys out, so if you're any good with charms, we'd love to hear from you.
Right, that was it for the public service announcement. Otto, are you done with your Herbology homework? If not, do you want to have a look at it with me after dinner? There's a bit about poisonous herbs I don't entirely understand, and I thought we might be able to figure it out together.
- Anneliese Nina Young
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| [002] 9 September, 1975! |
[June 15; 06:30pm] |
It figures that I would forget all about this thing during the first week of classes. When I entered my dormitory after our Choir meeting this morning, I could have sworn my journal was glaring at me from its spot on my bedside table. I sure hope these books don't have a monitoring spell on them that will launch the journals into an attack or something if we don't write often enough. Though it's possible Charity's journal entry has just put strange thoughts into my head.
The first week was every bit as horrible as I imagined it would be. I can only hope things will get better, or I might kill myself this year trying to keep up in all of my classes. There's also been an amazing lack of parties so far this year. I'm very disappointed indeed. It seems everyone has forgotten there are other things in the world than Quidditch. Get those brooms away from me, by Merlin's sweaty underpants. Dorcas, will you let me know when you and Alice are going to play Exploding Snap?
Congrats on the ice scheme earlier this week, by the way. I sure hope you have your protective helmets ready, because I doubt the Ravenclaws will let you get away with it. Mr Dancing Bear, my offer still stands.
- Anneliese Nina Young
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| [001] 1 September, 1975! |
[June 07; 11:49pm] |
Also, gut. Ich werde es noch ein Mal probieren und dann geht dieses Scheißbuch aus dem Fenster.
Es hat geklappt?
I should hope this works when I write in English, too, then. I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, i don't wish the wish you wish to wish.
Obviously it does. Great, now I've got that sentence stuck in my head. So what am I supposed to do with this thing? Probably Dumbledore's cryptic speech this evening had something to with it, what with the "filling pages", or whatever he said. Why doesn't the man just say what he means? He probably enjoys the clueless look on everyone's face too much.
That still leaves the question of what the purpose is of this book. I'm tired of guessing. I'm just going to treat this book like a diary, and I'm sure I'll find out later exactly what it's for. Maybe I'll do some more experiments tomorrow.
So. What do you even write about in a diary? I guess I'll just write whatever pops into my head. It's not like anyone is going to be reading this drivel.
It was a tiring day. The train was crowded. Some of the first years may be taller than me, but most of them are a bit like scared kittens. They'll be fine after a day or two. Oh, and I had kippers for supper. Pippa is clearly angry with me for dragging her along to Hogwarts for yet another year, but she'll just have to live with it. In two weeks time she'll be happily running after mice again, and I'm sure she'll have forgotten about it altogether.
I'm not looking forward to classes at all, especially Transfiguration. I still have no idea how anyone can manage to just sail through that class the way most of my classmates seem to do. But I've never given up before, and I'm not going to start this year. Only three more years, and I need all the N.E.W.T.s I can get.
That's it, I'm going to bed. This thing is depressing.
- Anneliese Nina Young
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