17 January 1980
The Hols were fucking miserable. Alison's wedding, Christmas without my dad. The only thing that kept me sane was Shannon. Honestly. Without her, I'd be fucked.
What the fuck is up with Cresswell? And why the hell is Em avoiding him? Those two need to be locked in a closet together or some shite. Then again, Cresswell's got Bulstrode so maybe not.
Fuck, I've been practising so much my arm's starting to hurt. It's almost a good hurt though. Feels good to be improving and getting more and more practise in. All that work during Hols is seriously starting to pay off, no joke.
Not sure if I'll go to Hogsmeade or not. Might be better just to stay in the castle and catch up on Shannon homework. Hogsmeade never changes right? And I'm still good on shite that I got over Hols. Alison might have been getting married but she definitely didn't forget her favourite brother when it came time for presents. I think she felt sor Alicia and Carol were pretty good about them too. At least I've got Ralden in the family now. Another bloke to even the odds a bit.
I'm not sure I'm ready to start revising yet. NEWTs aren't for a few months so I still have time. And hey, I'll still have time after Quidditch is over, so it's no real use to start. Em'll have my head for saying that, but at least Cresswell should agree. God, I wish he'd shut up
How about it? Feel like spending Hogsmeade with me?