I've had the week from hell.
Three detentions with Snape. I've lost fifty points for Gryffindor. Quidditch is going horribly - from the looks of it, we're going to get flattened by Slytherin in two weeks. Seamus has been sleeping in the common room, presumably because Ron keeps glaring at him and muttering darkly whenever they're within sight of each other. A couple of second-years keep following me around and giggling at me. I almost tripped over the shorter one on the way to Charms. And this Defence essay is kicking my arse.
But, regardless, I'm in a
surprisingly good mood.