I tend to forget that, after everything happens every year at school, things really do take a while to settle down. But, I'm happy to be home and not having to worry about classes and being here at a certain time to do things I really can't be bothered with.
I'm sure I'll get bored soon enough.
Ron, I'll give you a game of quidditch after dinner
I'm quite capable of making my own decisions and, if it's the wrong one, I'm going to be the one left dealing with it. But I don't believe it's the wrong one. And people trying to tell me differently are going to be ignored or hexed.
Exams are coming up too fast. I'm really not prepared at all.
Thank Merlin for drying charms. My robes this week have been saturated and I'm sure I would've been lost without them.
Summer's supposed to be on it's way and I'm failing miserably trying to remember what it felt like to be warm. The Common Room is my only salvation, I think.
Things like this will be inconsequential when I wake up in the morning, I'm sure. Maybe it was all just a dream. A nightmare. A figment of my imagination, anyway.
And I'm not sure whether or not to hope that it is.
It's great to be home again. Mum isn't fussing overly much at me, there's no Phlegm Fleur, from what I can tell. The only things missing are Harry and Bill
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Bill, Mum sent me an owl and she wants to know if you're coming home with Ron and I for Easter. And Harry, you're coming too? Hermione, what about you?