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Hermione Granger.
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| Tuesday, October 14th, 2003 |
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| Monday, September 1st, 2003 |
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Now that we're back from Hogsmeade, things feel...different somehow. I can't quite place what might have changed. I do have a few theories, of course, but none that I'm about to share just now. But am I the only one here who felt that this weekend, above the many others we've had in terms past, was somehow pivotal? I think it might be time for another picnic soon. Girls only, maybe. And perhaps Lavender and Parvati can join us this time - they were conspicuously absent from our last. I have to track Harry down. My necklace needs fixing. |
| Saturday, August 30th, 2003 |
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Well, I'm just about ready to leave for Hogsmeade. I'm positively giddy. This is the first time in memory that I was asked to go by not one person, but two. Regardless of how the invitations turned out (don't ask, Sophie), I'm pretty pleased about it. I wonder what I should wear...??? |
| Friday, August 29th, 2003 |
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I'm back in class today, after a very long day of rest yesterday. I had a late dinner (for which I'm very grateful, by the way), went back to bed, and slept all the way through to this morning. Getting through class wasn't actually difficult at all; I feel re-energized. I guess I just pushed myself a bit too hard and needed a day to bounce back. Fridays are my day for having a long lunch period, so after I ate I went to the library for a bit and caught up on yesterday's work. While I was sitting there, minding my own business, a fifth-year Ravenclaw boy approached me and actually asked me if I would go to lunch with him when we're at Hogsmeade tomorrow! Can you imagine?? Well, I'm off to 'Arithmancy' now, thank Merlin. I always look forward to this class...no matter how crazy other people think I am for saying so. Anyone up for a walk by the lake later on tonight? Maybe a picnic? I feel like being outside... |
| Thursday, August 28th, 2003 |
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I didn't wake up for class today, despite been woken at least twice. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I knew I was tired, but tired enough to miss class? I should have known better than to do this to myself...but what's done is done. I slept most of the day. I'm just now starting to feel a little more alert. Hopefully someone will be able to fill me in on what I missed; I wouldn't want to fall any further back than being six weeks ahead in the coursework. I think I'll just have one more nap instead of going to dinner... |
| Wednesday, August 27th, 2003 |
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I would just like to tell everyone who |
| Tuesday, August 26th, 2003 |
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| I think I should have spent my weekend in training for this rematch instead of writing an essay. But that would have just been so unlike me. Even so, spending hours at a time in the library hasn't done much to tone up my reflexes. Ah, well. I'll probably win anyway. |
| Monday, August 25th, 2003 |
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Well. I accomplished much this weekend. Pretty much everything I set out to do, although I was quite behind in doing most of it. No matter; it's done now, and that's the important thing. I got my essay done, almost to my satisfaction. I spent the time I'd already planned to spend at the lake also catching up on other things that had been on my mind. But given how caught up I am on everything, I still feel strangely...unsettled. Maybe it's not that strange. I have a few things on my mind right now. One thing that did not get done this weekend was my rematch with Harry. I'm quite disappointed about this. As I told him last night, had we gone ahead and done it, he would be carrying my books for me today. As it stands, I'm stuck carrying them myself. For the moment. |
| Saturday, August 23rd, 2003 |
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| All right. Whoever thought it would be funny to use an old photo of me and...anyone else...for their own twisted purposes...you're ridiculous. And I certainly hope your little prank comes back on you threefold. If any rumours begin circulating as a result of this, the price will be high, indeed. The next time I find something like ( this ) this stuck on the wall anywhere, let alone the prefect's bathroom, I will personally see to it that the responsible party will lose points from his or her house, even if it is Gryffindor. |
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Last night's study session didn't help us accomplish much, I don't think. Not to mention the fact that our new assistant D.A.D.A. professor stopped by the table for a visit, and seemed to throw some of my schoolmates into a tizzy. At what point can I use the phrase, "I told you so"? I have a lot to get done today. The library will be my semi-permanent home, I think... I'm progressing by leaps and bounds on my Curses essay. It's flowing from me so easily... Maybe I'm getting back into the swing of things, though Merlin knows how that happened. Hogsmeade weekend is coming up soon, isn't it?? |
| Friday, August 22nd, 2003 |
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I'm quite crabby today. I had a nightmare last night, which to me signals a definite step backwards. Of course, as luck would have it, a friend of mine kept me company long enough - in the middle of the night, no less - for me to get most of the nasty images out of my head. Thank Merlin for that. I don't know that I'd have wanted to try going back to sleep with that sort of thing fresh in my mind. Ultimately, I got something resembling a decent rest out of it. I need to strengthen my skills, and soon. I don't think I ever realized just how much is brought to my life by Harry's endless harassment until he stopped doing it. Hmm. I have an essay coming up in 'Ancient Egyptian Curses' that looks like it's going to be fascinating. I'm hoping to work on it all weekend, though I'll probably be sad to have it done too quickly. In case anyone wonders, then, why I'm not out and about over the next day or two, that would be why. I am devoting myself completely to the fine art of essay composition. |
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| Is there anyone, I wonder, on this planet who is as irksome as Harry? |
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Harry's first day back in class probably wasn't the most restful one he could have chosen. I swear, were it not for me and Ron badgering him (although I'm sure Harry would say it's more me than Ron) to take care of himself and be careful, he never would. I won the pillow fight rematch, though. Harry cannot deny this fact. He may try, but he will flounder. I am the queen. We have a new assistant professor in D.A.D.A. It was an interesting class, to say the least. I've never felt less inclined to participate, mind you, but I'm sure that's just the stress of the past few days catching up with me. Stress that I haven't really discussed in much detail with anyone...contrary to some people's thoughts on the subject. You know who you are. Another weekend lies ahead before too long. I'll have plenty of time to read ahead again, which is something to which I'm looking very forward. I suspect Ron and Harry will be out on the Quidditch pitch much of the time, which is always the best opportunity for me to crack down on my studies... |
| Wednesday, August 20th, 2003 |
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I am a totally different person than I was yesterday. I got a lot out of my system, and I feel as though something that has been weighing on me for months -- maybe years -- has lifted. Not completely, mind you, but...some. On the other hand, I now have new things that can and will ravage me with guilt. I suppose everything in life is about exchanging one thing for another. I slept so well last night. |
| Monday, August 18th, 2003 |
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Ron's taken to pacing the room. I know he's getting frustrated, and I can relate. My feelings have changed a lot over the past day, due in part to what I decided to put my energy towards, as well as an owl I received earlier. It was strange timing. I had left Ron in the room for a few minutes, just to walk a bit and clear my head, when I had a note delivered to me. I can't even explain how it made me feel, let alone why, but I... Well, I think I'll be trying to hold it together a bit better from here on in. It's hard, not knowing how much longer life is going to be like this. I have so much to say, and only deaf ears to which I can say it. |
| Saturday, August 16th, 2003 |
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Nobody's going to be seeing much of me over the next...well, actually, I have no idea how long. There are things to which Ron and I need to attend, and that could mean anything, really. I have no idea. I'm still reeling. I wish I could spill it all out here, kind of the way I did to Ron last night, but I can't. I don't think I can handle having written evidence of how terrible last night was, and how terrible tonight will be, and the next night, and... There's no end in sight. Of all the things I could be feeling right now, one emotion seems to come above all else, and it's one I didn't expect. Fury. So many things were said last night that made so much sense. I never realized that there was this well of anger in me before then, but there is. Now I understand why I'm having nightmares. I completely understand. With one little, tiny thing Ron said last night, it all fell into place. If things get resolved, nothing is going to be the same. And right now I'm so angry that I don't think I'd want them to be the same. I have nobody I can even talk to about this. That breaks my heart. |
| Monday, August 11th, 2003 |
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There is no such thing as a "normal" day around here. On a completely different note, I am a klutz. I went for a walk to the lake today (without Ron this time--he was probably off rounding up some Kneazles for me or something) and promptly tripped, twisting my ankle. Thankfully Madam Pomfrey is a whiz at these sorts of things, so I won't have to hobble around like an idiot for long. Ah, well. I got to walk to and from the lake, so that'll have to do. I think Harry, Dean and I embarrassed Ron at dinner tonight. He actually snapped at me something fierce when I made a crack about...something. He made me feel bad...which is hard to do. Seriously, though, it was interesting to watch the shades of red he can turn. Oh, my. I need sleep. I miss Sirius. |
| Sunday, August 10th, 2003 |
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Well...I spent much of my afternoon and evening at the lake today. Ron and I went for a walk to catch up on things. It was really, really nice to talk to him. He's trying to get me to take up some form of wrestling, mind you, so I'm not entirely certain I'll be going along with that. Sirius being gone for a few days always leaves me feeling a bit...empty. I always run to him, almost instinctively, with even the smallest bits of news. When he's not here, I have to stop myself from going to the usual place to see him; it'd be too depressing to sit and have to stare at where he usually is. When I saw him last night, I was afraid things were going to end badly--there was potential for a rather significant argument--but he's so wonderful. He wasn't angry. I just wish he was here right now. Ron asked me to come with him to the Quidditch pitch, but I think I made the right choice coming back to the castle instead. Well, we'll see if I made the right choice. I'm awfully tired and still have some rest to catch up on. Now I just have to somehow resign myself to going to sleep at some point... |
| Sunday, August 3rd, 2003 |
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I think my guilt from spending more and more time on extra-curricular things (i.e. reading, knitting and the like) stepped me into high gear today. I've gotten so much accomplished that I even surprised myself. My 'Ancient Egyptian Curses' essay, which is due in six weeks, is complete and ready to be turned in. I may do just that, just so I don't have to think about it again and start editing obsessively. I had breakfast with Ron and Harry this morning. Well, sort of. I had breakfast with Harry, and then we dragged Ron with us to the library. But...close enough. I'm lucky to have two people who are as much on my wavelength as they are, although neither one of them really knows when to keep their voices low when it's needed. Especially, but not exclusively, in the library. I really need to see Ginny. After all she's been through physically, it sounds like she needs to see someone friendly to talk about all of the other stuff. Girl stuff. I've never been great that that, but I think I'm improving, and I haven't talked to her in so long... I hope she's okay. Did someone tell me I worry too much? |
| Thursday, July 31st, 2003 |
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What a day. I just left Astronomy class more quickly than usual because I desperately need a shower. I think I still carry just the vaguest scent of lilacs, but I can't quite tell. It could just be my imagination. Or maybe it's simply from sitting too near Malfoy during Potions today. Either way, I want to get rid of it the old fashioned way. So off to the showers it is. Right now. After that, though.... I think I might be spending the rest of my evening curled up with a good book...although not the one I wanted to be reading tonight. Stupid forgetful girl, so easily distracted... Hmm. Maybe if I sit in the common room long enough, someone'll come by and give me a better option. |
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Hermione Granger.
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