The Diary of a Witch, Volume III

THE DIARY OF A WITCH, VOLUME III

CHAPTER 1: SEPTEMBER

Wednesday, September 1, Hogwarts, Great Hall, Right Before the Feast,

What the hell is the matter with the Ministry of Magic?! They let DEMENTORS board the Hogwarts Express! Don't they know what those things DO? I'll tell you what they do: they make you relive the worst memories of your life over and over again. No wonder most of the prisoners of Azkaban are insane. If Black wasn't nuts before he went into prison, I'll bet he is now.

I had to see Mom and Dad DIE again. I hate the Ministry right now. Bunch of pompous idiots. Who elected them? That's what I want to know. I'm so sending a Howler to them. I'm going to curse at them too. A lot. I'm going to use every french curse word Gerard taught me when Angela wasn't around also. Because you know, being cursed in a different language sounds even worse then in English. It also gets the point across.

Then I'm going to figure out a spell to make THEM relive THEIR worst memories. See how they like reliving their parents' death. Stupid adults. You know if Dumbledore were in charge I bet this sort of thing wouldn't happen. People have told me that they wanted him to run for Minister of Magic but he declined. The only reason Fudge is even in office is because he was the only relatively smart one in the batch running. Which says a lot about the state of politics right there.

Oh, McGonagall's coming with the first years. Better look interested in the Sorting and not like I'm hearing Mom and Dad over and over again in my head.

This SUCKS.

Later Wednesday, September 1, Ravenclaw House, Dorm Room,

I'm sorry is Minister Fudge on something? It would explain a lot. Last year, he accused Hagrid of being the Heir of Slytherin which is one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. Considering I'm from California, land of stupid trends that get made; that's saying something. Now he's posting DEMENTORS around the entrances of Hogwarts because apparently Sirius Black is going to come over to the castle and murder all of us in our sleep.

Yeah, Black's really going to come in here; a place that has one of the most powerful wizards in the world and a staff full of powerful wizards and witches. Not to mention Harry Potter who, lets face it, is pretty strong. Well, if his aura is anything to go by; there's a lot of silver in it. Black might possibly be half crazy but he's not stupid. I think.

But we're going to have to deal with Dementors every time we go to Hogsmeade.

Have I mentioned this sucks?

There was actually some bright news at the Welcome Feast believe it or not.

First off, Hagrid is now the Care of Magical Creatures professor along with being the groundskeeper and keeper of keys. This totally explains the biting book assigned to the students. Secondly, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is someone I know! Remember Remus Lupin? The nice guy who showed Angela and I around Diagon Alley back in my first year? He's the new Defense teacher! He hasn't changed much from what I remember, though I think he has one or two more grey hairs then he did then...

But who cares. We finally have a DADA teacher who won't be annoying. Now whether or not he can teach remains to be seen. I'll just have to wait until DADA class to find out.

Thursday, September 2, Great Hall, Breakfast,

CLASS SCHEDULE:

MONDAY:

Charms: 9 AM-10:15AM

DADA: 10:30AM-11:45AM

Potions: 1PM-2:45PM(with Hufflepuff)

Latin: 3PM-4:15PM(all third years taking Latin)

TUESDAY:

Divination: 9AM-10:15AM(all third years)

Ancient Runes: 10:30AM-11:45AM(all third years)

Herbology: 1PM-2:15PM(with Slytherin)

History of Magic: 2:30-3:45PM(with Gryffindor)

WEDNESDAY:

Charms: same time as Mon.

DADA: same time as Mon.

Transfiguration: 1PM-2:45PM

Latin: same as Mon.

THURSDAY:

same as Tuesday but with Astronomy:11-12:15AM also

FRIDAY:

Charms: same as Mon/Tues.

DADA: same as Mon/Tues.

Potions: same as Mon.

Transfiguration: 3PM-4:45PM

Wow...classes are lot longer this year...

Later Thursday, September 2, Great Hall, Lunch,

My morning classes were very different from each other.

Divination is taught by a woman named Sibyll Trelawney who is kind of a cross between a very eccentric grandmother and a gypsy. Remember how I said Dumbledore is a loon? Trelawney makes him look like a Muggle.

Divination is taught in the North Tower which is one of the tallest towers in Hogwarts, next to the Astronomy Tower. The room is circular with a lot of round tables with a lot of armchairs and poufs. Sort of like a gypsy tent, only in an attic. When I was in there I couldn't help but be reminded of that scene in Pride and Prejudice where Jane meets the crazy locked up wife. Not that Professor Trelawney's crazy; I think. I mean, she looks it, what with the gauzy shawl thing, those big goggle glasses, and all that jewelry. She also sort of sounds it when you hear her speak. Like when she introduced herself:

"Welcome to Divination. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not of seen me before, I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye."

There, see what I mean? When she said this, Owen leaned over to me and whispered, "What's an Inner Eye?"

I shrugged and said, "No clue."

When no one said anything (because really, what could we say?), she continued, "So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts." I'm sorry, has this woman ever taken Potions? After that she went on to say that books wouldn't be much help if you didn't have the Inner Eye or whatever. Hermione Granger looked a little startled at this statement. I'm a little surprised she's taking Divination, it doesn't seem like her kind of thing. The book thing certainly explains why I'm the only Ravenclaw taking the class though.

Anyway, we're going to be starting the basics this year: tea leaf reading, palmistry, fire omens, and then the Crystal Ball. Though according to her we're supposed to be delayed around February because of a flu bug; I'll mark my calendar.

When she was done, she had us interpret tea leaves using this guide in our book. We had to drink it first though. I've never been a big fan of tea and don't get what the British see in the stuff. I've also never gotten the tea leaf reading practice as a whole. Anyway, Owen and I partnered up while Hannah partnered with Neville Longbottom who is as clumsy as ever. He broke two cups during the lesson. Not that I can say much, I've tripped twice today.

Just as we were half way through interpreting the cups when Trelawny started to read Potters cup and said he had the Grim. The Grim is a great big black dog that most wizards see as the omen of death. Personally I think it's a load of junk and find it hard to take Professor Trelawney seriously, but at least class promises to be very entertaining.

Ancient Runes seems like it's going to be kind of cool. Runes can be used as spells for people who have different types of magic like me. Firenze told me there are several runes useful to Wild Mages. We didn't really do much this lesson, just discussed what runes were. Next class we're going to go into the history of them. Owen is ecstatic because he says there are a lot of legends and stuff involving runes.

Sometimes Owen is very weird.

Friday, September 3, Great Hall, Breakfast,

That lousy Slytherin!

That sneaky, selfish little SNOT!

He's trying to get Hagrid fired! Because I'm sorry but Malfoy's arm is just fine. If Madam Pomfrey can mend my broken arm in less then half a day then she can mend a simple scratch which Granger told me is all he got when he was attacked. Really, it's his own fault too, because the idiot insulted the Hippogriff Hagrid showed the class. I talked to Buckbeak (the Hippogriff who attacked Malfoy) and asked him to show me his memory of the incident and really, if someone insulted ME like that, I'd attack him too. Besides, Hippogriffs are proud to begin with, insulting them just shows that you're dumb.

Personally, I say go Buckbeak. Remind me to bring him some steak next time we have it for dinner. Hippogriffs are fond of meat.

But of course Malfoy just isn't going to let this go. He's going to call his father and Malfoy senior is going to bring it up with the Ministry, I just know it.

The government here sucks; no wonder the Americans started their own country.

There was no DADA class today because apparently Professor Lupin was ill. Bet it was that leafy stuff on the table that none of the Ravenclaws dared to touch. Mandy kept insisting that it was spinach but I'm sorry, that stuff was MOVING! What were the House Elves thinking when they served us that?

Late Saturday, September 4, Dorm Room,

Okay, so all the documents on Wild Magic are really vague on what happens to Wild Mages when they turn thirteen. All they say is that my powers will flourish and test me or something like that. Firenze says he's going to try and contact one of the older Wild Mages in the world. One of them apparently has been here before and he met her, which is how he knows a bit about Wild Magic. Some of the books he's given me, he's gotten from her. I kind of wish he told me that some complete stranger knew I had wild magic but well, I guess it doesn't matter since she hasn't said anything to anyone else.

I hope he does get a hold of her. It would be cool to talk to another Wild Mage.

I'm also ready to start the training for shape-shifting since I finally got a hang of that rapid growth for plants thing thanks to practicing it over the summer. I didn't get into trouble for practicing it either. From what I can tell the Ministry of Magic can't track Wild Magic.

Shape-shifting sounds like fun. I'll be like an Animagus, only I'll be able to change into all types of animals, not just one. Plus I'll be able change just a part of me, like my ears or something, if I want too; but only after I get to be really good. We studied Animagi in Transfiguration class this week. Animagi are wizards that can change into an animal using magic. Did you know Professor McGonagall is one? She changes into a tabby cat. I wonder if I'll look like that when I change.

Monday, September 6, Great Hall, Lunch,

Well, we had DADA today, even though Professor Lupin looked a little pale during class as he started to go over Boggarts with us. I'll give him this though: he knows what he's doing. Finally, a competent DADA teacher; I was beginning to think there was no such thing. He's also kind of funny; he made a few jokes during class that were actually good.

He also recognized me too, because he gave a slight nod to me. Though he sort of raised an eyebrow at my turquoise and lavender colored bangs. But I'm kind of used to looks about my bangs. You know, now that I can see it, his aura is very interesting. It's blue and red which blend into a purplish color and then there's an orange and brown tint color. What's really interesting is that weird sparkle that is sort of a cross between amber and bronze that usually glitters around animals but...not exactly that. I've never seen anything like this on humans before. I wonder what it means?

Tuesday, September 7, Divination, Class,

The history of tea leaf reading. Wonderful. Just what I've always wanted to know. Oh jeez, she's looking this way, better take notes so she doesn't get suspicious:

TEA LEAF READING HISTORY:

Also known as tasseomancy.

-Began in China by a witch named Shino Han around the sixth century.

-Became popular around the sixteenth century as tea started to come to England and the States.

-Also similar to oinomancy which is fortune telling using the sediment at the bottom of a wine cup. (Okay, people have weird hobbies)

-Chinese and Indian are best for use.

*The closer an image is to the rim of the cup, the sooner it will happen.

Wednesday, September 8, After DADA, Hallway Somewhere,

Oh, THAT was just fun. Yeah, I really wanted all of Ravenclaw House to know my biggest fear. Thank you, Professor Lupin, thank you very much. I'm starting to miss having incompetent teachers, at least they never embarrassed me, though I'm sure it wasn't his intention too

.

I'm sure he didn't bring that Boggart in knowing what my greatest fear was. Even I didn't know what my greatest fear were my parents. Or rather the ghosts of my parents being angry at me for surviving the car crash and not saving them. The Boggart turned into Mom and Dad when it was my turn to try the Riddiculus charm. They were just as I remember only they were glaring at me and yelling at me for not saving them too. I just sort of stood there as they said I was disgracing them by learning magic or whatever and finally just ran out of there.

So I'm a coward. Sue me. I'm not in Gryffindor; I can get away with it. I just had to get away from it. I couldn't even look at the class I just ran out of there. I'm not crying for the record. Really, I'm not. I just have something in my eye.

I'm NOT CRYING.

I'm not even fooling myself.

I HATE CRYING.

How am I going to face everyone at dinner?

Later Wednesday, September 8, Dorm Room,

You know the last time I cried was after Mom and Dad's funeral. I did it in my room when everyone was gone after the wake. I didn't cry when I saw the car crash because it all just happened so fast. I didn't cry during the funeral, I just sort of sat there, not really listening to everyone speak about how awesome Mom and Dad were. I didn't even bat an eyelash when I was told I would have to move to England because that was where my only relative lived. I just felt sort of numb then, like I was watching all these events unfold on TV. On the plane ride over here I just sort of thought to myself, Jubilee, Mom and Dad wouldn't have wanted you to carry on like this. They would want you to smile, isn't that what Dad always said was the best medicine? So I decided no more crying over things I couldn't control and tried to move on and act like I would've if Mom and Dad were still alive.

It worked too. I wasn't miserable anymore, except around holidays and when the manor got lonely but that was only sometimes. I sort of pushed all the memories of the crash and what happened into the back of my mind.

Then this stupid Boggart happened.

I've stopped crying, thank God. It sort of helped that all the cats who were near came up and sat next to me, purring. Cat purring is the most comforting sound sometimes. So is bird chirping and waterfalls and all that stuff. It helped me feel better and I was able to stop crying before classes were dismissed. When I finished I came here and I haven't come out since. I just don't want to face anyone right now. Mandy can give me the assignment that is sure to be given in Latin and Transfiguration; I can sneak down to the kitchens with the Camouflage ring later on if I'm really hungry.

Thursday, September 9, Great Hall, Breakfast,

I feel like I have a big sign on my back that says 'girl who cried in hallway like a baby'.

I HATE this!

Mandy and Padma have been trying to cheer me up and Terry's been trying to distract me with Quidditch talk. But it's not working. All the Ravenclaws have been looking at me like I'm going to explode or something.

You'd think they'd never seen an orphan before. Hello, Harry Potter is an orphan, I don't see people walking on eggshells around HIM. Must be nice to be famous, then no one treats you any different.

Opps. I just glared at Potter when I wrote that and he SAW me glare at him. Of course he was confused because we've never met face to face and looked at me weird so I blinked and looked down. Now I feel stupid, it's not Potters' fault that I've had a crappy twelve hours or however long it's been since DADA.

Friday, September 10, After Potions, Before Transfiguration, Classroom,

HELLO!

Did Owen learn NOTHING from the last time he passed me a note in Potions Class?! Apparently not, because he tried again today and got us both a big fat detention. I appreciate Owens concern about this Boggart thing, but really, I just want to forget it ever happened. But no, he wants to TALK about it. So he sends me a note in class.

MEN!

Besides, I'm fine now.

Everyone's forgotten about my Boggart thanks to Neville Longbottom. Remind me to give him a chocolate frog...Why are they talking about his Boggart? Here's the deal: Yesterday afternoon Gryffindor had to face the same Boggart we did. Neville's greatest fear just happens to be Professor Snape, which given the way he treats Neville, I totally understand. So Professor Lupin came up with the AWESOME idea of making Snape funny by telling Neville to dress him in his grandmother's cloths!!!

You know, despite the fiasco on Wednesday, I'm really starting to like Professor Lupin.

Sunday, September 12, Great Hall, Breakfast,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Continue to glare at Owen, despite the puppy dog looks he's giving.

2) Finish HoM, Transfiguration, and Charms essay

3) Finish Ancient Runes Translations

4) Practice Latin verbs, try not to sound like garbled speech

5) Questions at the end of ch. 1 and 2 in Divination book

6) Chapter questions on Red Cap part for DADA

7) Clean Gandalf's cage

8) Return library books

9) Read Shape-Shifter: Magic of the Wild Mage for Firenze, yell at him for adding to workload.

Friday, September 17, DADA Class,

My DADA notebook has been lost for a week. I wish I knew a charm or something that would help me find lost objects because the amount of time I spend looking for things I've lost is just ridiculous. Maybe it's in that hallway I cried in???

HOMEWORK: Read chapter on kappas. (Nice name)

Late Saturday, September 18, Dorm Room,

In order to shape-shift into animals I have to be able to meld my mind with an animal first. According to the book it's something called magical symbiosis. Why don't they just call it mind-melding and get it over with? The mind meld thing will let me see what an animal sees, smell what an animal smells, etc. For example: if I'm in the castle and meld my mind with Flick, this squirrel I know from the Forbidden Forest, I will be able to see the forest through her eyes. I will feel like I'm in a tree and that I'm really a squirrel. This will get my body to except animal shapes or something like that.

I tried it tonight with Gandalf and all I got was a major headache for my trouble. Not just because he snapped at me when I did it too, because the first few times I used too much magic for it and hurt his head. He flew off in a huff before I could apologize. I have a feeling I'll have to buy fudge owl treats to make it up to him if I want my mail delivered.

I tried it later on Flick also but had no success. Though SHE didn't complain to me at least.

Monday, September 20, DADA Class,

Still no notebook.

Oh notebook, oh notebook, wherefore art thou notebook?

HOMEWORK: Read The Japanese Water Demon by Shizuku Hau and discuss the points made in the book on five feet of parchment. Due Friday.

Tuesday, September 21, Divination,

-Owen, have you seen my DADA notebook?

-Blimey, you're still looking for that thing?

-Yup.

-Have you retraced your steps?

-Yes.

-Checked your dorm room?

-Yes. Three times.

-Checked your common room?

-Yes. Twice.

-The library?

-Yes. Madam Pince is starting to look at me suspiciously.

-She's Madam Pince. It's what she does.

-True.

Have you checked the DADA room?

-Yes. Professor Lupin is on the lookout for a sparkly blue notebook with Quidditch Stickers on it.

-Have you checked your bathroom?

-Y-WHY would it be in my bathroom?

-I don't know. I'm trying to think "Jubilee" here.

-And thinking "Jubilee" brings up the bathroom?! I think I'm insulted.

-Hey, you've left stuff in weirder places.

-Really?

-Yes. You left your Remembrall at the statue of Barty the Grouchy once.

-That was a fluke.

-I found one of your sketch books under a courtyard bench one time.

-Still not sure how that got there...

-I've seen you tuck a quill behind your ear, forget about it, and then ask someone for a quill. Face it J, you give Luna Lovegood a run for her money.

-HEY! I am NOT that bad!

-YET.

-So I can assume you haven't seen it?

-Nope.

-You could've just said that.

Thursday, September 23, History of Magic,

THE CASE OF THE DISAPPEARING NOTEBOOK

by Jubilee Johanson

There once was a girl,

who had a notebook.

Then she lost it and couldn't find it,

no matter where she looked.

She searched high,

she searched low.

She searched too,

she searched fro.

Where oh where,

did it go?

Saturday, September 25, Dorm Room,

Still no luck on the mind meld.

Ditto on the notebook

Gandalf is still mad at me despite the fudge owl treats. Though he is delivering mail at least.

Tuesday, September 27, Divination,

-Guys, if you're sick of drinking tea, write down your name:

Jubilee Johanson

Owen Hollins

Hannah Abbot

Ernie MacMillan

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Ron Weasley

Harry Potter

Neville Longbottom

Hermione Granger (Stop passing this thing around J, H.G.)

Well before Hermione got a hold of it, more then half the class signed it. That's very telling.

Wednesday, September 29, DADA Class,

I give up.

I admit defeat.

My notebook is lost forever in the land of lost items. Maybe when it's there it will meet some of my paintbrushes, my Donnas CD, and one half of dozens of pair of earrings and socks that I lose daily. I'm beginning to wonder if I have gremlins in my room...Anyway, ordered a new notebook this morning by mail to Parchment and Ink. Hopefully it'll arrive soon and I won't lose it this time.

HOMEWORK: Drawing of kappa. Label weak spots and parts of demon.