Saturday, Oct 25th - noon
I'm glad it's weekend.
I might go to the match, I'm not sure yet.
I haven't figure out who the flowers are from yet. I guess I suck at mysteries.
[Private and hexed]
I don't want to go to the match. It's childish, I know and I should be supportive of the team. I just don't feel like it.
Snape is an arsehole. End of story. No way I'm going back to the basic Occlumency lessons.
I'm glad I went with Remus to the Ministry. I can't help think it would've been much nastier had I not been there. That woman... she would not bat an eyelash, were she to send him off to a camp. She was... cold. Remus tried to cheer things up with some humour, and I can't help admiring him for that, but the way he looked when we came back. Damn, I can't imagine how it must be for him. I just wish there was more I could do for him.
Neville seems to have moved on. Maybe all he needed was a small push. Not that it was small at all. I mean, I couldn't have done anything else and still been truthful to him. But... I guess I could have done it in a better way. If there is a better way of doing that. I don't know it there was. At least he seems happy about being with Terry, in that cute stammering way. I was totally surprised not only that he'd obviously already been kissing and touching him, but that he also talked about it, in front of several people. So, ok Neville has always been rather brave, but not about these things. And the only ones to hear were Seamus, Dean and me who have known him forever, but still.
The flowers... Herm wouldn't do something like that, and definitely not with that message. Ginny? No, she's not the type. She'd probably pounce me instead, if she wanted anything, heh. And she's probably not quite over Dean yet. She's been quiet. Lavender or Parvati? Nah, they haven't looked at me in giggly-mode this year yet. It might be from another house. Or not from a girl. I'm confused.
I might go to the match, I'm not sure yet.
I haven't figure out who the flowers are from yet. I guess I suck at mysteries.
[Private and hexed]
I don't want to go to the match. It's childish, I know and I should be supportive of the team. I just don't feel like it.
Snape is an arsehole. End of story. No way I'm going back to the basic Occlumency lessons.
I'm glad I went with Remus to the Ministry. I can't help think it would've been much nastier had I not been there. That woman... she would not bat an eyelash, were she to send him off to a camp. She was... cold. Remus tried to cheer things up with some humour, and I can't help admiring him for that, but the way he looked when we came back. Damn, I can't imagine how it must be for him. I just wish there was more I could do for him.
Neville seems to have moved on. Maybe all he needed was a small push. Not that it was small at all. I mean, I couldn't have done anything else and still been truthful to him. But... I guess I could have done it in a better way. If there is a better way of doing that. I don't know it there was. At least he seems happy about being with Terry, in that cute stammering way. I was totally surprised not only that he'd obviously already been kissing and touching him, but that he also talked about it, in front of several people. So, ok Neville has always been rather brave, but not about these things. And the only ones to hear were Seamus, Dean and me who have known him forever, but still.
The flowers... Herm wouldn't do something like that, and definitely not with that message. Ginny? No, she's not the type. She'd probably pounce me instead, if she wanted anything, heh. And she's probably not quite over Dean yet. She's been quiet. Lavender or Parvati? Nah, they haven't looked at me in giggly-mode this year yet. It might be from another house. Or not from a girl. I'm confused.