Confessions of an Emotional Hufflepuff

Dear Diary,

God, that sounds stupid. Why did I promise Mother I'd write in this bloody book? What am I supposed to write in here, anyway?

'Hi, my name is Alcina Blumme. My parents don't understand me, my classmates don't notice me, and I am a real duffer when it comes to Potions.' Yea that pretty much sums it up.

Well, I suppose I should say more than that or else I'll sound like a pessimistic one-dimensional loser. But does it really matter. No one will ever read this. Who am I talking to, anyway? I'm talking to myself. That's just great. First, I'm a loser, and now I'm a crazy schizophrenic loser. Perfect. Well, Helga did say she took anyone!

Hufflepuff house, what a joke. Ravenclaws are smart, Gryffindors are brave, Slytherins are, well, evil, and the Hufflepuff house? Nothing. The rejects, maybe, but I doubt the Sorting Hat would put that in its song. Thanks a bunch, Helga.

You can probably guess by now that I'm not in the best of moods. My best friend, Evelyn, says that I am going through a phase and I'll grow out of it soon. I didn't know phases could go on for 15 years but what do I know.

Evelyn, by the way, is my best of the best luvvly-jubbly best best mate. Yea, I know that was excessive, but it's true! She's the only one who understands me. We met in our first year. I was sitting alone in the library, reading up on "One Minute Meals - It's Magic!" (Don't ask), when a blonde-haired girl with glasses came over and sat across from me. I looked up from by book and we both awkwardly started talking. Eventually, we became good friends. Both of us are the same, you know? The other people at Hogwarts, well, they're all different. I think we are the only two who aren't into the whole Pottermania thing. Or at least that's what we say, I suppose. I can't really help it though. Who can? He is famous, and kind of cute. But what am I saying? Never mind. I'll magic that part out later. Just a brief moment of insanity. Please excuse me.

Well, I'm off to Transfiguration with McGonagall. What a bore. Cheers. Cheers to whom, though? Oh well, cheers to no one in particular.

Alcina

Dear Diary,

Or maybe it should be To Whom it May Concern. That's what those professional people put on their letters. Or how about Dear No One Because Who Would Want To Read About Me. I'll try that one next time.

It's been a couple days since my last entry. I'm just getting used to this whole diary thing. I reckon I should catch you up on what's happened. Halloween is approaching and Dumbledore announced last night at dinner that Hogwarts will be hosting a Halloween costume ball. It's all anyone can talk about. Who's asking whom? What everyone's wearing? God, who cares? I just received a D on my Potions essay. Why should I worry about my costume or my date? Well, maybe I care a little about my date. I'm moody, not dead. I wouldn't be normal if I didn't care just a bit, right? Why am I asking you? You can't answer me. Evelyn is going to return any minute now from the library, so I'll talk to her. She had to finish her Charms work for tomorrow. I finished mine last night in the common room. Alone. Again.

Oh, and I suppose I should fill you in on another embarrassing moment in the life of Alcina Blumme. It involves a certain scar-headed boy with glasses.

I was just walking out into the courtyard near my Charms classroom. Evelyn was held back to discuss her poor grade on a test; one which I passed with flying colors, by the way. I know, I know. I sound very pompous but it's nice once in a while to be better than someone. Admit it. Or perhaps a book wouldn't really understand jealousy. Unless you meet a really glossy, thick volume. That might make you envious. But back to my humiliating tale.

Anyway, I was walking alone while reading over the work I had just been assigned when, suddenly, SMACK. My books tumbled to the ground, including you, and I fell right on my arse. I looked up, ready to tell off whoever got in my way, when I found Harry Potter staring back at me from behind his glasses.

'Sorry' he said as he helped me pick up my books. I was really rushing so I could get the hell out of there. His whole Gryffindor posse was hanging around him, glancing at me and laughing. What a fool I must have looked like. Some girl randomly bumping into Harry Potter. If it hadn't been me, I would have rolled my eyes along with them. I've seen it more than enough times. Girls "slamming into" Harry, blushing like no other.

Anyhow, I was just about to leave, my books and papers crumpled in my hands, when he tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he was smiling. He was also holding up a book. You, in fact. Random words and sentences, including his name, were written all over your cover. Why, oh why did I write his name on the cover? Why? He had to have seen it! Why else would he have been smiling? I grabbed the book and walked at lightening speed, almost a sprint, across the courtyard and up to the Hufflepuff common room, not stopping, not even breathing, until I got there. I don't think I'll be able to show my face in the Great Hall ever again.

Wait, what am I saying? I don't care what he or his superficial friends think. Not his annoyingly redheaded mate, or his know-it-all friend Hermione Granger. Yuck. Definitely not.

I'm tired from all this writing. I'll just go up early tonight. I'll write soon, then. Cheers, then.

Alcina