The Diary of a Witch, Volume III

THE DIARY OF A WITCH, VOLUME III

EPILOGUE: JUNE

Wednesday, June 1, Common Room,

            Clearly I am the only Ravenclaw taking a break. IT IS SO FREAKING QUIET!

            Seriously, Madam Pince would be impressed.

            This is supposed to be a COMMON ROOM. You know what you’re supposed to do in common rooms? HAVE FUN! TALK TO PEOPLE. SOCIALIZE. Not STUDY all the freaking time! At least that’s what I’ve heard from the pets who belong to people from other houses.

            But no. Ravenclaw has to be all studious.

            What was the Sorting Hat thinking when it sorted me into this house? Yes, I like learning and knowing stuff but I’m LOUD. I can’t stand studying without music. I like bright and lively things and sometimes when I’m bored enough I’ll do something outrageous just to make something happen. I am not above playing pranks to accomplish this. So just how did I get sorted into this quiet, studious, and somewhat serious house?

            I think it’s because I don’t fit the criteria of all the other houses. I’m practically the opposite of everything Slytherin stands for. Not just the whole being a Muggleborn thing either. I’m sort of ambitious, I mean I want to be an artist. But I don’t want to be world famous. I just want to create stuff for a living because it’s what I’m good at and I enjoy it. I’m not into power either, I prefer letting other people handle all the pressure of being a leader and freely admit it. Not that I’m going to saddle them with all the work because that’s unfair. I just don’t want to be the one who has to decide like who goes into battle or die or anything like that. I couldn’t handle it.

            While I’m not a complete coward I don’t go out of my way to do daring things like Gryffindors. Plus, they seem to rush a lot into stuff. I prefer to think things through, weigh my options and go from there. Because rushing headlong into something is just plain stupid.

            Hannah and Susan have often expressed surprise that I’m not a Hufflepuff because they say I would fit in great over there. Yes, I’m pretty loyal, I hate it when people insult my friends but honestly? I’m not hardworking. I procrastinate all the time. Hell, I’ve turned procrastination into an art form. I care about my grades but if I get anything like an A I deal with it and tell myself I’ll do better next time.

            I think I’m here by default. Ravenclaw just happened to be the house I fit in the most because I’m not completely like any of the houses. Though honestly I don’t think anyone is completely like the house they are in. Owen has several Ravenclaw qualities and he’s pretty brave. Padma has some Gryffindor qualities like her twin Parvati. Honestly I think this house thing is kind of silly. Why couldn’t the school have just had separate rooms for everyone like we do here in Ravenclaw?

            But then there wouldn’t be any Quidditch...

Sunday, June 5, Dorm Room,

            I am studying here in my room because at least here I can blast the Donnas and not get yelled at for it. Thank God Ravenclaws have their own rooms. I don’t think I could handle sharing a room with Turpin, Padma, and Mandy.

            Besides, where would I have put all my books, CDs, and art supplies?

            I don’t know how the Gryffindors do it.

Monday, June 6, Great Hall, Lunch,

            EXAM TAKEN: Charms

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: practical over Cheering Charms. Written that was so easy it wasn’t even funny.

            HARDEST THING: nothing.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: O

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: O

Later Monday, June 6, Great Hall, After Ancient Runes,

            EXAM TAKEN: Ancient Runes

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: one hour devoted to written test with translation stuff and questions on the history of runes. Practical where we had to translate a tablet.

            HARDEST THING: Translating the tablet. Some of the letters were scratched up so I had to make sure I was seeing the right rune.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: E

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: either O or E, depends on how I did on final.

            EIGHT EXAMS TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, June 7, Potions Classroom, Hallway,

            EXAM TAKEN: History of Magic

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: written over boring history facts.

            HARDEST THING: not falling asleep

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: O

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: O

Later Tuesday, June 7, Great Hall, Lunch,

            EXAM TAKEN: Potions

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: practical. Had to make a Confusing Concoction.

            HARDEST THING: Not letting the fumes confuse me. I wrote down each step I did in case I felt like I forgot a step. I still think it was a shade off.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: E

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: E

Later Tuesday, June 7, Library (my second home),

            EXAM TAKEN: Herbology

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: written test for one hour. Then Professor Sprout called us up one by one to identify various plants.

            HARDEST THING: closing off my Wild Magic so I couldn’t hear them speak or use it to cheat. It was TOO silent. I’ve grown used to hearing plants and animals speak in my head. Which sounds really weird now that I write that.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: O

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: O

            FIVE EXAMS TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, June 8, Great Hall, Breakfast,

            EXAM TAKEN AT MIDNIGHT: Astronomy

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: written over myths of stars.

            HARDEST THING: Staying awake.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: O

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: O

Later Wednesday, June 8, Great Hall, Lunch,

            EXAM TAKEN: Transfiguration

            WHAT WAS ON THERE: written for one hour and then practical over turning a teapot into a tortoise.

            HARDEST THING: the damn math.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: E

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: E

Later Wednesday, June 8, After DADA exam,

            I feel amazingly proud of myself.

            For our DADA exam Professor Lupin put together a practical that was sort of like a obstacle course. At the end of it we had to go into a trunk and battle a boggart.

            I did pretty well I think. Then I got to the boggart part and like last time my parents appeared and started to tell me how disappointed in me they were for being a witch. But this time I stood there and looked at them. Really looked at them. They weren’t Mom and Dad. They were all wrong. Besides, my parents are dead. They’re not ghosts as far as I know.

            So I stood up straight and looked at them straight in the eye and said calmly, “You are not my parents. They are dead and I’m sure they’re happy I’m okay.” Then I shouted the Riddikulus Charm and they suddenly started doing a goofy Cabaret-like dance like my REAL parents used to do when they were alive.

            Professor Lupin said he was very proud of me when I got out of the trunk and I just grinned. Because you know what? I bet Mom and Dad ARE proud of me. They would have LOVED the wizard world too. Had they lived and I gone to a wizard school in the US they would have not only supported me but would have found as many opportunities to visit me as possible.

            The fact that I now get this kind of feels more important then the fact that Professor Lupin pulled me aside afterwards and informed me I was getting an O on my exam.

EXAM GRADE: O

EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: O

TWO MORE EXAMS TO GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, June 9, Great Hall, Lunch,

EXAM TAKEN: Latin

WHAT WAS ON THERE: written test and oral test

HARDEST THING: Making my Latin sound like actual Latin and not French.

EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: E+

EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: E

Later Thursday, June 9, After Divination Exam,

            THAT was the lamest exam. I can’t believe I studied for THAT.

            All Professor Trelawney had us do was look into her crystal ball and tell her what we saw. Since I’ve seen about zilch in any crystal ball I made stuff up. I said I saw Sirius Black and he was escaping the Ministry and that he’ll never get caught.

            I don’t think she believe me. Though I don’t know why. It’s almost been a year since he escaped Azkaban and they haven’t caught him yet so it’s entirely possible that he may not get caught. I mean look at our Minister!

            Mandy says I should drop Divination and take Arithmacy instead but you know what? I’d rather deal with Trelawney then all those numbers and diagrams. At least Trelawney’s entertaining.

            EXPECTED EXAM GRADE: E

            EXPECTED CLASS GRADE: E

EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Later Thursday, June 9, Common Room,

            Oh, this is SO NOT GOING TO HAPPEN.

            The Ministry of Magic, idiots that they are, sentenced Buckbeak to death in the appeal. I just got the letter from Hagrid telling me so. I should have known this was going to happen the minute I saw that freaky dude with the ax in the courtyard. But like a naive thirteen year old I believed the government would be fair and realize that they made a mistake. What the hell was I thinking?

            Well, I’m not allowing it.

            Buckbeak is not dangerous! What he did to Malfoy was totally deserved. The execution is supposed to take place tonight. So I’m going to shape-shift into a crow and fly down to Hagrid’s hut. I’m going to wait until The Minister and the executioner dude SEE Buckbeak and when they move to have Hagrid sign paper (which you KNOW they’ll have him do, it’s the GOVERNMENT, there always has to be paperwork) I’m going to set Buckbeak free and tell him to run for hills. That way Hagrid won’t get accused of setting him free later on.

            Okay, not a really well thought out plan but I can make it work.

            I have to make it work. Buckbeaks’ life depends on it.

            Why am I putting more pressure on myself?

Late Thursday, June 9, Dorm Room,

            Okay, THAT was weird.

            Buckbeak is free. Only I’m not the one who set him free. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger did. I’m also sure Ron Weasley was around somewhere because those three are almost always together. But I’m not entirely sure about what I saw because it doesn’t really make sense. Because I could have sworn I saw TWO Harry Potter’s and TWO Hermione Grangers.

            But that’s impossible. Right?

            I’m pretty sure there isn’t a spell that doubles people...I would have heard of it I’m sure.

            Okay, let me back up and tell you what happened.

            So around five or so I shape-shifted into a crow. Why a crow? Well, there are a TON of them around Hogwarts and they love hanging out around Hagrids’ because he feeds them a lot. So I figured I would blend in better that way. I flew down there and waited around for the Minister to show up. I passed the time chatting with crows who were curious about why I was there and I tried to explain it in a way they would understand. Then when I mentioned freeing Buckbeak they were like, “Great! Now he won’t try to eat us anymore!”

            When I was down there and who should I see going into Hagrids Hut but Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Honestly I wasn’t surprised, I mean they’re friends of Hagrids and Hermione’s been helping him with Buckbeak’s case. Fat lot of good it did.

            That was not the weird thing. The weird thing happened when the Minister, Headmaster D, and that ax carrying dude (I think they said his name was Macnair or whatever) came to the house. Hagrid had the three Gryffindors go out the back way and they hid for awhile behind those huge pumpkins and then ran off in the direction of the Womping Willow. Just as I watched them run off HARRY POTTER and HERMIONE GRANGER came down FROM THE WOODS. WHICH IS IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. See my confusion?

             How could they have gone one way and then suddenly appear a few seconds later coming from another direction? Am I going crazy or something? But they got Buckbeak loose and saved me the trouble of shape-shifting and doing it myself. Buckbeak hesitated a bit but I told him to go with them and he relented after Hermione offered him dead ferrets. Animals. You ever need them to do anything, offer food.

            I’m still trying to figure out how they were there at all when they went the other way...but you know what? It really doesn’t matter. Buckbeak is free and Hagrid won’t get blamed for it. If I keep thinking about this my head will explode. Everything worked out, that’s the important thing. I also did not mean to land on the Minister’s boiler hat that one time. Honest.

Friday, June 10, Hogsmeade, Three Broomsticks,

            Lupin is a WEREWOLF. THAT is what was up with his aura! Duh.

            That’s still no excuse for making him resign. I mean so he’s a werewolf. Big whoop. That only makes him unable to teach three days a month. He’s a perfectly capable teacher the rest of the time. But NO, Snape had to go blab to the Slytherins who of course blabbed to their parents who don’t want “such a creature” teaching their precious brats.

            So now we’re short a DADA professor for next year. AGAIN.

            Further proof that prejudice is stupid.

            That’s not the only news though. The Ministry had Sirius Black in their grasp last night and HE ESCAPED AGAIN! They so need to beef up their security. But maybe now that he’s away they’ll take away those damn Dementors. That would be a plus.

            I still can’t believe we have to lose one of the best DADA teachers we’ve ever had just because of something that isn’t even really his fault. Adults are so stupid.

Sunday, June 12, Great Hall, Breakfast,

THINGS TO DO:

1) Start to pack up cloths, books, CDs, and art supplies.

2) Inventory of stuff and make sure I don’t forget anything.

3) Cat carrier for Rowena! Order one!

4) Relax! Have fun! Do not stress about grades!

Monday, June 13, Great Hall, Breakfast,

            I don’t believe this. Look at the letter Angela sent:

Dear Jubilee,

            I hope you’re enjoying your last week at school. Since you complained about being bored last summer I signed you up for two art classes taking place over at the local community center. You’ll be taking pottery and oil painting. I’ve all ready gotten the supplies they said you’ll need.

            Now don’t make that face I know that you’re making. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them. If not, you can quit before July 10. After July 10 your grandfather won’t get a refund. I’ll see you when you arrive back.

                                                                                    Sincerely,

                                                                                                Angela

            ART CLASSES! Can you believe this? Did she even ask me? NO!

            Geez, whatever happened to common courtesy?

Wednesday, June 15, Forbidden Forest,

            PADFOOT’S GONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

            I’m serious! He’s vanished! I can’t find him anywhere and I’ve been calling for ages! I’ve asked the trees and they’ve said they haven’t seen him for a few days. Neither have any of the animals!

            I guess he finally got tired of hanging around here. Even though he was totally ungrateful I sort of miss him. He was the only one who appreciated the corny knock-knock jokes I learned from Dad.

Friday, June 17, Great Hall, Breakfast,

CLASS AND EXAM GRADES FOR:

POTIONS CLASS: E                                     EXAM: E

TRANSFIGURATION CLASS: E                EXAM: E

HERBOLOGY CLASS: O                             EXAM: O

DADA CLASS: O                                          EXAM: O

CHARMS CLASS: O                                    EXAM: O

ASTRONOMY CLASS: O                            EXAM: O

HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS: E                EXAM: O

ANCIENT RUNES CLASS: O                      EXAM: E

LATIN CLASS: E                                          EXAM: O

DIVINATION CLASS: E                              EXAM: A

            Trelawney gave me an A on my exam?! What’s that about?!

Saturday, June 18, Hogwarts Express,

            I never found Padfoot.

            Owen says that he’s probably fine but still, I feel bad. I mean, I never even got to say good-bye to him before he left. I didn’t even know he was going to leave! I’m a Wild Mage, I should know this stuff!

            But I had no clue that he was going to leave.

            Whatever. It’s Padfoot’s business where he wants to live. Hogwarts not good enough for him? Fine. Let him find someone else to bring him chicken.

            In the meantime I am going to celebrate the fact that SUMMER VACATION HAS ARRIVED!

            YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!