The Diary of a Witch, Volume II

THE DIARY OF A WITCH, VOLUME II

CHAPTER 5: JANUARY, 1993

Friday, January 1, 1993, Manor, Bedroom,

JUBILEE'S NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS(THAT I WILL MOST LIKELY BREAK, BUT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS)

1) Do not procrastinate anymore

2) Do not have any klutz attacks

3) Do not blow up/melt/and or damage any cauldron

4) Do not rig Dungbombs on Lockharts office door anymore.

5) Actually try to pay attention in History of Magic and take notes.

6) Stop doodling on class notes

7) Try not to curse any more then is necessary

8) Do not attempt to annoy Lisa Turpin, even though it's really fun watching that vein on her forehead pop

9) Try to cut down on the junk food. It really isn't very healthy

Saturday, January 2, Manor, Bedroom,

Whoa. I just got a letter from Owen, listen to this:

Dear Jubilee,

You remember Shacklebolt, right? My Mum's relatively normal boyfriend?

He's moving in. Here. At my house! Okay, technically it's Mum's house since she bought it and pays the bills and such but bloody hell, I live here too. Don't I get a say in this? True, I only live here about three months out of the year. Plus, I'll probably be getting my own place when I graduate, but STILL.

Plus, don't you think they're moving a little fast? They've been dating what, a few months? I can't believe my Mum's agreeing to this so fast. What do we really know about this Shacklebolt guy anyway?

Oh yes, Happy New Year.

Owen

Well, what do I say to that? Other then pointing out to Owen that I am not his shrink. Why's he asking me my opinion anyway? He probably wouldn't like it if I gave it. I think if his Mom is happy then it's all good.

Boys.

Sunday, January 3, Hogwarts Express,

Well that was interesting. I finally met the elusive Shacklebolt.

I can see why Mrs. Hollins fell for him; he's pretty hot for an older guy. He's very tall, is black with black eyes, and has no hair which is usually icky, but for him it works. He's got a very deep voice and is built. Mandy actually BLUSHED when he said hello to her. She never blushes.

He seemed pretty nice and anyone can pretty much tell he adores Mrs. H which was what I told Owen when he asked me later on the train what I thought of him. Owen kind of frowned. "I guess he's all right. I just think they're moving too fast."

I think maybe they're moving too fast for OWEN. But that's just me.

Monday, January 4, Late, Ravenclaw Common Room,

Quidditch practice when it's like 0 degrees outside really sucks. My fingers are numb; I can't even feel my toes which cannot be a good thing. The whole house team practically ran to the common room and parked ourselves in front of the fireplace after Davies finally called it quits. My only consolation is that he's freezing along with us. HA!

Tuesday, January 5, Infirmary,

I like Justin really I do, even if he is sometimes annoying, I just don't see why Hannah is insisting we come visit him every day. It's not like he knows we're here. It's creepy down here too with all these petrified people. The only moving people are us, Madam Pomfrey and Hermione Granger who is in here because she did a spell of some sort that went wrong and now has cat ears, fur all over her face, yellow eyes, and a tail. She kind of looks cool actually and if I could figure out a way to do it without being rude, I would ask her if I could do a sketch of her.

At first everyone was saying the Heir of Slytherin got her which is stupid because if he did he wouldn't have been trying to turn her into a cat.

She says she drank a potion that wasn't brewed right. Must have been for extra credit or something, because I don't remember Snape assigning any appearance changing potion. Come to think of it, he NEVER assigns extra credit work. Believe me, the Ravenclaws have asked. Hmm...

Wednesday, January 6, Charms,

Well, most of the snow has melted, that's a good thing. Unfortunately it's still freezing cold which both sucks and is a relief. It sucks because of the wind-chill factor that makes it hard to practice Quidditch because then you're too focused on the fact that you can no longer feel your fingers.

It's a relief because the animals are FINALLY leaving me alone. I have peace and quiet! Sort of. Most of them are hibernating or making babies and what not to injure them selves. I think I'm beginning to appreciate winter more, even if the cold still sucks.

Friday, January 8, Dorm Room,

The house team just had a strategy meeting for our game tomorrow. Our strategy is this: score as many points possible and try to catch the Snitch before Slytherin does. Not very original but there's not much we can do against a whole team on Nimbus 2001s. Maria and I ganged up Chang after the meeting and told her if she flirted with Malfoy during the game she would find a nasty little surprise in her dorm room. We haven't actually come up with what to do if she does; we're hoping the threat of it will stop her from listening to her hormones.

She went all red and said, "I wouldn't flirt with Malfoy anyway. He's a SLYTHERIN" and with that intelligent retort she stormed up to her room. I can understand not wanting to flirt with Malfoy because he's an arrogant little snot (even if he is very cute) but not flirting with him just because he's a Slytherin seems like a stupid reason. Not all Slytherins are bad. Look at Blaise Zambini.

Whatever, I better get to bed. Davies makes us all get up at 7:00AM on game days. I personally think this unfair and an abuse of power.

Saturday, January 9, Infirmary, After Game,

Okay OW. Getting hit in the arm with a Bludger HURTS. REALLY HURTS.

Luckily it was my right arm and not my left arm so I can still write. Being left-handed finally comes in handy. But still. OW.

Now I'm stuck drinking that bone regrowing stuff because the damn thing broke my ARM. That stuff tastes absolutely disgusting. All this and we didn't even win the stupid game. Chang got knocked off her broom about ten minutes before I did and according to Terry, Malfoy caught the Snitch about a minute after I was knocked out. Glad I was knocked out because that would have been a depressing sight.

Damn the person who came up with Bludgers. THEY HURT! Didn't anyone think of that fact when they invented them? I doubt it. I bet a guy came up with it.

All that practicing for nothing but a lousy 190 to 20 loss and no chance of getting the Quidditch Cup.

This sucks.

Tuesday, January 12, DADA,

Ode to Gilderoy Lockhart

by Jubilee Johanson

Gilderoy Lockhart

makes me want to barf.

He makes me yak,

he makes me scoff.

He makes me wonder

how it is,

that he got

that really big ego of his.

He claims to have done

all these great things.

I can't help but think to myself

YEAH RIGHT!

Thursday, January 14, History of Magic Notes,

-Mandy quick, come up with a way to relieve the boredom!

-Jubilee, why don't you actually try taking notes? Wasn't it one of your resolutions anyway?

-No. It was a resolution I was PLANNING on breaking. There is a big difference.

-Of course there is. Why don't you try drawing something?

-I've already drawn portraits of everyone here. Including Binns. I've drawn the room, the desks, done a still life of parchment and books. There is NOTHING ELSE to draw.

-Wait, you've drawn me?

-Yup.

-I've never seen this drawing.

-You've never asked.

-Can I see it?

-Sure. It's in this sketchbook.

-Hey, what is wrong with my ears?

-What?

-They stick out! Do my ears really stick out like that?

-Umm...I plead the fifth.

-Huh?

-I'm refusing to answer that for sake of my health.

-Fine. Do you have a book?

-Yeah. Tale of Two Cities by Dickens. Why?

-Why don't you try reading that?

-Mandy. You're a genius.

-It's about time someone noticed. Nice sketch of Snape by the way. His scowl is perfect.

-Thanks!

Friday, January 15, After Herbology,

Yeesh. Snape is taking the homework thing a bit far. Two rolls of parchment due Monday and a whole chapter to read that he will no doubt be quizzing us on in class and we have to have the Hair Raising potion memorized for Fridays quiz.

I'm kind of glad that Quidditch practices are over now because the teachers have been piling on the work lately. There isn't really much point in practicing anymore since we're out of the running for the Quidditch Cup.

Sunday, January 17, Late, Kitchens,

I just had to heal a hawk, mouse, and squirrel. Plus I had to convince the hawk not to eat the mouse. If these guys were human I would so charge fees for putting up with this mess.

I got a letter from Gerard and Giselle this morning and they've set a date for their wedding: August 7 of this year. Giselle asked me to be one of her bridesmaids. Her sister is going to be the Maid of Honor and an old friend of hers since childhood is going to be the second bridesmaid. She had originally offered it to Angela but she said she was to old to be a bridesmaid. Which is weird, but whatever.

Normally I would have said thanks but no thanks since I have this need to avoid all things formal. But this is Gerard and Giselle who have pretty much helped raise me. I owe them a lot. So I said yes.

But if the dress is ugly, I'm bailing.

Monday, January 18, Charms,

I never should have mentioned the word wedding to Mandy, Hannah, Padma, and Susan. Mandy and Padma, normally two very level headed girls who are not prone to silliness (except for Mandy who can act silly when she's consumed lots of sugar), squealed loud enough for everyone in the Great Hall to hear them and look in our direction when I told them about Gerard and Giselle's wedding.

Owen kind of looked at me questionably from the Hufflepuff table and I rolled my eyes and mouthed don't ask to him. He found out soon enough when the two girls spilled the beans to Hannah and Susan later on. Now all they can talk about is how romantic weddings are and what kind of wedding they want. They seemed a bit shocked when I told them I had no clue what kind of wedding I want.

Um...hello, we're only twelve. It's a little early to be thinking about marriage. I'll start thinking about it when I'm graduated. Or when I'm in my thirties or something.

I guess the guy's reaction was slightly better. They all laughed their heads off at the thought of me in a formal dress. Ha ha.

Thursday, January 21, History of Magic,

I helped Professor Sprout repot the Mandrakes yesterday along with Neville. She says they're almost out of childhood as they now have a serious case of acne. Eloise Midgen shouldn't feel so bad about hers now and hers is pretty bad. She even tried to curse her pimples off once and ended up cursing off her nose instead. Madam Pomfrey fixed it but ever since then its looked slightly off center...

Anyway, I told Hannah about the Mandrakes almost being ready and she hugged me. Very weird to be hugged by one of your best friends in front of the whole Great Hall.

Also slightly embarrassing.

Sunday, January 24, Library,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Essays for Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms (et tu, Flitwick?)

2) Read ch. 21 in Transfiguration book, ch. 15 in Potions book, and actually read Break With a Banshee for Thursday quiz (try not to gag while doing so)

3) Drawing of Biting Ivy with labeled parts for Herbology

4) Star Chart for Astronomy

5) LAUNDRY

6) Clean Gandalfs cage

7) Finish A Tale of Two Cities

8) Return library books, to avoid getting glared at by Madam P in the future

9) Read amphibian anatomy book for Firenze (tell him off later for adding more work to your work load)

Wednesday, January 27, DADA,

I don't know how much more of Lockharts claims that he drove the Heir of Slytherin away with his mere presence I can take. I'm skipping next lesson. I don't care.

Friday, January 29, Common Room,

If the Heir of Slytherin doesn't get me then these teachers will with all this work. I'm swamped. I haven't seen the top of my desk since I came back from vacation!