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[Jun. 6th, 2008|07:36 pm] |
A new year, a new beginning. And it's not going well.
So, I got my results, and they were quite alright. Mum wasn't too happy though, and Dad said I should have done GCSEs because then I could do a job at the town hall and he could see me every day. After that, Mum started arguing with Dad, saying that intelligence wasn't everything, and that you had to be practical at times, and brought my CoMC into play (E!!!! I got an E in Herbology as well, yay!). So then Dad said that intelligence was very important, and wasn't CoMC theory based as well? And Mum said how the hell did you test CoMC on paper? Can You Feed A Crup? Yes/No. And Dad said that didn't she use theory in her tactics in Quidditch and--
Well, actually, I didn't hear the rest. I went out into the shed and played with one of Mum's old brooms. It's got a sparkly handle now, with a ribbon tied around it. Mum will never know, she never goes in there any more. All her good brooms are in the house, for some reason. She doesn't even know about my pretty craft box out there.
I was getting really hungry after all this, so I went back inside to see if Nan would make me some food because she's the best cook. But she was busy talking to Dad upstairs, and Mum was in the kitchen. Mum's not a very good cook. She made me a sandwich though, and we munched together and talked, and she said she was really proud of my results, and that she knew I would do well in CoMC and Herbology, and now we could look after Archie better, because didn't I think he was walking funny? And perhaps we could remodel the garden and get some nice plants in. She was being really nice, I mean really really nice. I thought maybe the chicken stuffing was dodgy. But no, she had hidden motives!
Quidditch. Flipping Quidditch again! She said that because I had shown I was very good at practical things -- we didn't really mention all my As, even though I was quite proud of them! -- that maybe I should try and do different practical things because it's all the same really. I pointed out that I failed Potions, but she didn't seem to hear me. She just went on to say I should try out for Quidditch this year.
Why? Why why why? I'm not going to be a Quidditch player. I can't catch balls, and I hate the idea of a crazy demon ball trying to kill me! And I can't throw very well. I'm not going to join her stupid, stupid team or... anything. I thought she was really pleased about my results, but no. HIDDEN MOTIVES.
I also thought she might forget, now that term's started. I spent a lot of time out of the house after that, which is why I haven't written much, because writing is for school and cartwheeling is for summer! But she sent me a letter today reminding me that tryouts are this weekend (how did find out?!). Which is why I'm writing about this now, because she blooming well reminded me about it all!!!!!!
It's not fair. It's just not FAIR. I felt really good about my practical grades. I think I need to become an intellectual before she straps me to a broom again. |
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[May. 4th, 2008|08:40 pm] |
So this is what I heard.
The Olympics have finished -- I didn't really know they were going on, but that's because I hate watching daytime television. Or any telly during the summer, when it's all nice and warm and you can skip and run and play outside. (Romi, where have you gone? I miss playing with you!)
Anyway. The Olympics have finished, and we did really really terrible in them. No one from the valleys even competed, I don't think, let alone won a medal. Honestly, how upsetting is that? Especially as the valleys never get noticed. But I don't really mind that we didn't win a medal. Why? This is why.
The Olympics is basically like Quidditch. It's just one big competition! And what did competitions ever bring?
Competitive behaviour.
Worry.
Stress.
Panic.
Arrogance.
Disappointment.
Rivalries.
EXACTLY, right? Nothing good comes out of sport! Oh wow, lookee at me, I have some shiny metal around my neck, wow look at the glory I've earned. Have you earned morals? Have you saved someone's life? Have you done something WORTHWHILE? NOOOO.
Olympics? Shouldn't exist. Instead, we should get all the amazing athletes -- because, okay, they are pretty amazing! -- and get them to run around Africa, bringing water to people, or throw their javelins onto whaling ships, or... or replace their shot put with a paint ball instead and create art! Yeah! |
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| Lateness! |
[Apr. 14th, 2008|09:08 am] |
Happy Birthday Susie!
I'm sorry it's so late, I've been busy gallivanting around with Romilda! Would you believe, her grandparents live just across from us? Isn't that fantastic! Mum was shocked to hear that, she said she never thought "that little madam would ever grace presence on Wales again". Which is weird, because Romilda hasn't been to Wales before. I don't think she quite understood what I meant... She's probably losing it.
Oh, sorry! This is your happy birthday message. So happy birthday! I haven't heard from you in ages, are you okay? Did you have fun celebrating your sweet sixteen without me? I hope so...
And how's everyone else? Well, I mean, you all seem pretty annoyed, but why? Okay, so You Know Who is back, and that's really scary, but you're all talking about hurricanes and things that make no sense! Where are you getting all this information from? I tried listen to the wireless, but Mum doesn't like it on and she threw it out of the window. And she won't repair it for me :( |
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[Mar. 19th, 2008|05:18 pm] |
What happened to the Interrogation Inconsiderate Intimidating Inquiring Squad?
I mean, they were like, all in your face for ages! And they were very nasty and took far too many points and made me very very upset. But now they've just... vanished. I hardly ever see them strutting around docking points. Do you know what I'm saying? Two months ago, it was all, "Ten points!" "Detention!" "Twenty points!" And now it's just... "..." ... "..."
Has someone kidnapped the Inquestioning Squad?
Not that I liked them or anything -- well no, I think I liked them, I don't know, I didn't know half of them! I just didn't like what they did or said -- but we can't have people just dropping off the radar. It's quite worrying.
What if one of us is next?
Do you think it's a conspiracy? Maybe the teachers are slowly getting rid of us one by one. Maybe they already know if we've failed our exams and are chucking us out now!! Or maybe they've become the Invisible Squad!!! |
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| Exams! |
[Mar. 8th, 2008|09:58 pm] |
Now, NO ONE STRESS!
Stressing out will only make you forget things. Breathe, and focus. And everything will be alright! Really, it will. Stress makes people do badly, but being optimistic about it means you should do better. So go into the exams with POSTIVE THOUGHTS. I will get an Outstanding! I will do well! I will pass! Don't think things like, I will not do badly, because that is still NEGATIVE. Think POSITIVE! I will will WILL do WELL!
We'll be fine. We're a very smart year. At least, I think we are! And if anyone is still stressed, they can borrow a few of my worry dolls. I have plenty of spares! You never know when you're going to end up worrying extra.
Still think you're going to do badly? NOT TO WORRY! Megan has the answer! Gran says that the Welsh are a lucky nation, so I'll wish you all good luck in Welsh! That way you shouldn't mess up.
So pob lwc everyone!
And just to be safe, because I know some of you are super-worriers here, I'll wish you best wishes as well. Dymuniadau da! There. Now everyone will be super-duper fine.
(This is just for Zach and me, because I think this is only good luck for Welsh people... sorry everyone! Y Ddraig Goch ddyry gychwyn! The Red Dragon will show us the way, Zachie. Oh, I hope so!) |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|03:17 pm] |
I think Ronald Weasley was CHEATING!
He was absolutely dire when the match started. Quidditch obviously isn't something he's good at, so why on earth does he bother playing? It must be for the glory. No one really plays it for fun, because it is not a very fun game! The losers are sad, the winners are mean and gloat, and everyone gets hurt.
So anyway, back to Ron's obvious cheating.
He let in a gazillion goals, and the match was really booooring. But then something happened and he saved a goal -- and then another one and another one! This is King Weasley, everyone knows he has butterfingers. So he must have been CHEATING. He either used performance enhancing potions, which Mum always moans about, or else he BRIBED Ravenclaw!
Tut tut, Ron. Tut tut indeed.
Cheating is bad, and if league teams have to replay matches if anyone so much as thinks they cheated, then we should have to. It's only fair!! And everything in life should be fair and square. We have to reschedule the match. Or maybe we should just get rid of Quidditch altogether, because it just encourages people to cheat and hate each other. Not friendly at ALL! |
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| What a laugh! |
[Dec. 23rd, 2007|11:33 pm] |
I was going through my suitcase this morning, trying to find a pair of socks that matched for once, and I came across a fantastic treasure trove of laughter! Scrumpled up with my glitter and sweets were loads of little slips of paper. I picked one out, and this is what it said:
What is green and loud?
( Ho ho ho! )
They're old jokes, from crackers!! How fantastic. Here's another:
What position does a witch play in a game of football?
( Hee hee hee! )
Hahaha!
And this is the best one:
How did King Wenceslas like his pizza?
( A Ha Ha Ha Ha Haaa! )
FANTASTIC!
I'm in stitches!! Ho ho ho!!!
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[Nov. 9th, 2007|10:42 pm] |
I found the weirdest note in my bag today! Have a look, I've stuck it in here:
( A Secret Admirer? )
It's really pretty colours, but I don't understand it. How can being unique be a bad thing? Or is it a joke that no one told me about, and that I haven't gotten again? Ohhh, I'm so confused.
Does anybody know where it came from? I recognise the writing, but I can't place it!
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| A disaster! |
[Oct. 30th, 2007|09:03 am] |
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I. Have. A. Dilemma.
This is a total crisis. An unspeakable horror! But for you to understand the pain and distress I'm going through right now, I need to take you back in time...
It all started in our third year. It was the day after the Hogsmede trip, a Sunday; I was so bored. I couldn't have fun with my purchases, because I didn't buy anything except the chocolate I shared with my best friends yesterday. I didn't want to do my homework either. So I set about beating my boredom!
I had seen some beautiful butterflies in the village yesterday, and I wanted to catch them and take the home -- except, that would be so mean! But I still loved them. So I decided to make some butterflies myself! I had enough materials I'd brought from home (in case something like this ever happened) to make myself A Butterfly Mobile.
It was the prettiest thing ever. The butterflies were blue and purple and green and they danced and floated around suspended above my bed. It made the dormitory feel so fresh and pretty.
Now we must jump to last Saturday...
We were having a pillow fight, all of us -- it was so much fun! I don't think I did very well, but I was laughing so that's all that counts. We were all bouncing from bed to bed and jumping up and down. I think that must have been when it happened...
We can come back to present day. Or, actually, about half an hour ago, when I discovered my beautiful, two-year-old Butterfly Mobile IS DAMAGED. It must have been hit by a pillow or something! I've been trying to fix it since I found it all wonky, but I can't reattach one of the butterflies onto the frame.
This is my ULTIMATE DILEMMA.
I need to fix this mobile! Who knows what might happen if I don't? I haven't not slept with it for years! It could be so unlucky! Please help me!
Does anybody have any string?
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| It's bamboozling |
[Oct. 21st, 2007|04:04 pm] |
Well, I was in Charms the other day, and Professor Flitwick said he was over the moon when we all managed to make our apples do a somersault, even if they were a bit wobbly -- well, mine was.
I've been thinking over what he said... and now I'm really confused!
See, how can he be over the moon? The moon just sits there in the sky, but there's no over about it. What's above it to us, is below to an Australian! So you can't go over a moon. You can go around it. But people never go around moons, they go around the bend. Why do I drive my mum round the bend? I can't drive, and I haven't forced her anywhere. My dad says something even sillier. He says I'm driving him up the wall. Now that's just silly, no one can drive up a wall!
These sayings are really tricky when you think about them. How does your heart break? It's not exactly a fragile ornament, is it? How does a leopard change its spots? The only example I can think of is Susan's freckles fading a bit in the winter, but they don't really change...
I'm really confused. I don't get why people say such silly things! They don't mean them literally, so what's the point? They just sound daft!
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| I think I'm still frozen |
[Sep. 30th, 2007|11:42 am] |
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Yesterday was so cooooold! I didn't think I would be able to get my bum off the seats, I thought I'd frozen to it.
I really liked the shopping we did in the morning -- and now I have three new jumpers, two new belts, and a wrap around top! I'm going to look so pretty! -- we being Susie, Lil, Han and meeeeee. The shopping was really fun. It's just the match we saw in the afternoon that wasn't so, well, enjoyable. The hot chocolate made it a bit better, I suppose; poor other people watching who didn't have any hot chocolate. But the match wasn't fun at all. It was cold, and windy, and icy, and frightening. I don't like blood.
The sleepover we had yesterday night was ace, but it's kind of lonely now you guys have all gone back. Gran's here, but she's upstairs sleeping, so it's just me rattling about, eating what's left of our chocolate. Mum's over in Anglesey, and dad left about two hours ago to try and get her to come back. I don't think she came home last night, after she stormed off the pitch... For those of you who weren't watching the game, or didn't hear it on the Wireless, mum's team lost to the Tornadoes. And she lost by, well, a lot. She threw her broom at the scary Beater, and disappeared into the changing rooms. Dad took us back home, and I sort of... forgot about her, when we were eating sweets and watching a Muppet's Christmas Carol and having a good time. I don't think she came home last night, which is good because we were making loads of noise, but it's also bad because it means she's upset.
Why does Quidditch mean so much to people? Why can't she just be happy the other team won and try harder next time?
Congratulations to the Tornadoes and to your fans, but next time could you be a little easier on the team you're playing against? I don't think it's very nice to upset other people.
I hope mum comes back in a good mood. The living room's really messy... I don't want to be shouted at so soon after Christmas.
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[Sep. 23rd, 2007|05:24 pm] |
Mr Patric Knowles, this is for you.
I loved watching your films with gran. We used to curl up on the squishy sofa and just sink into it, and eat Milk Tray and fudge and popcorn, and giggle and swoon so much. Gran always thought you were quite tasty! I think I preferred the chocolate to you when I was younger, though.
You were an amazing performer. Talent like yours is rare to come across. Films will never be the same without you.
Patric, you'll be sorely, sorely missed.
I loved you. And I'll keep watching your stuff because I still love you.
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[Sep. 20th, 2007|08:11 pm] |
Isn't all this extra food YUMMY?!
Poor Professor Snape was being really mean in Potions. I wonder what's up? Anyone would think he was practising for his audition as Scrooge!
But the DELICIOUS food makes up for it.
Yay food!
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| Mistletoe capers! |
[Sep. 10th, 2007|03:14 pm] |
Ooh, wasn't that mistletoe jolly?
Okay, so it was kind of frightening when you didn't obey it straight away, but it was really cute and funny and friendly otherwise! And it made me and Draco look really silly which is always good, because who wants to be serious at Christmas?!
I wonder if any teachers were caught under it... Professor Sprout does seem happier than usual. I wonder who why?
Oh oh yeah! I just remember what I wanted to tell you all. My mum's December game is during the Christmas holidays for once, so anyone who wants to come along and take my place show their support for the Harpies is more than welcome! Susan, Lil, Han, I'll get your tickets if you want.
IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!
I love December!!!!
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[Sep. 6th, 2007|08:30 am] |
What... happened?
I remember turning up, and giving Tracey her present, and... and then I, um... I think I sat down and just kept drinking the punch. It tasted so nice, like fudge and candyfloss, mm-mmm! I couldn't get enough! (Tracey, do you have the recipe for it? It was so so so nice!)
I think I fell asleep at some point. I really can't remember! It's really, really scary. I wasn't that sleepy, I don't think, but my head started feeling woozy so I... I slept? All I can remember after that is walking back to the common room with the others, I think.
My head's so woozy.
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| A friendly face... vanishes |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|05:16 pm] |
WHERE HAS THE FAT FRIAR GONE?
He's always so lovely! And I always always always say hello to him, and ask him how he is. And he is always always always always lovely and kind and nice.
SO WHO IS THIS IMPOSTOR WHO YELLED AT ME?!
He was SO mean and snapped at me. I've never known him to snap before! It's like... the friendly teddy bear has been replaced by a horrible Megan-Mouse Trap!
WHO IS THIS STRANGER, AND WHAT HAVE THEY DONE WITH THE FRIAR?
Come back, Mr Friar, we all miss you!!! This new Friar is horribly horrible and should be banished immediately. I don't care if that's mean, he's the true meanie here so he deserves it. Yes he does. Go away Mr Impostor!
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| Yay for Millicent! |
[Aug. 19th, 2007|07:19 pm] |
A little birdie told me that it was somebody's birthday today, and as I haven't seen them announce it themselves, I've decided I will for them!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILLICENT !!!!!
I'm sorry it's not as pretty as when Susan does it, but she has a lot more inks than me.
I hope your birthday is filled with sweets and cakes and joyous things as a birthday should be! As my nan would say, llongyfarchiadau cariad.
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| A rant |
[Aug. 12th, 2007|12:33 pm] |
SUSAN BONES. This is for you.
PICK UP YOUR CLOTHES. NOW PLEASE. RIGHT NOW PLEASE!
Thank you!!!
I don't mean to shout, but it's beyond a joke. It's not as though you don't have plenty of storage for them. We have to share the dormitory and co-operate, not take it over with jumpers and robes and odd socks! I can't find where I put my Transfiguration work, because it's underneath the mess you created (at least, I'm pretty sure it is). I really really really need to complete it today, but your clothes are EVERYWHERE, you messy girl, so pick them up! It's not fair, hogging the dormitory like that. And you'll just yell at me if I pack them away for you. So please please please put your silly clothes away like everyone else so I can find my work.
And I thought I was messy.
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[Aug. 1st, 2007|12:31 pm] |
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I know this may sound silly, but I've never got Quidditch -- not the rules, or the players' jobs, or how you can be penalised, because I get all that unfortunately, but I mean, the point of it. I decided to see if it was worth all the fuss it was given, so I thought about the pros and cons (which way are they again...?) for and against reasons to having Quidditch.
For
Brings people together
Great place to sell merchandise, so you can make money
Broom companies do well
Proves you're daring
A way to show off
Exercise (??)
Against
Injuries are common
You could die
There's no real point
It's repetitive
Ticket prices are extortionate
It's really tiring
Practise can infringe on other, more serious matters, such as doing homework or spending time with your friends and family
It's dangerous!
It creates rivalries
It can cause fights
People are unhappy when they lose :(
Not everyone can win -- what sort of fun is that?!
Brooms are expensive, and it means that those with less money are at a disadvantage
It's boring
There are more againsts than fors. So, really, what is the point of Quidditch? It doesn't really do anything, and just makes everyone tense and miserable when they lose, and turns the winners into gloating bigheads.
Not good.
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