Friday, November 1, 1991

Of course Harry Potter and his Weasley friend fought the dratted troll. All because the Granger girl decided she knew enough to fight one. Tara said that's not exactly what happened, but whatever. And of course Potter and Weasley got a bunch of house points for breaking the rules, because why not? Speaking of Weasleys, the twins have started sitting with Tara and I. I have no idea why and it's kind of weird. But they're nice enough. No annoying comments from those two. It feels pretty nice and normal. But then Tara immediatly talked the twins into pulling a prank on her brother, which I of course got roped into somehow. Tara and I stood guard and stalled Peter when he came into the Gryffindor common room. Which wasn't hard. Speaking of the Gryffindor common room, I could never focus in there. It's so... red. Anyway, the twins lit a dungbomb in Peter's bed. It was actually really satisfying. 

Monday, November 4, 1991

I want to go to Hogsmeade. Why can't I go to Hogsmeade?? I just want a butterbeer. That's all. I don't feel I ask for too much. 

Wednesday, November 13, 1991

The Weasley twins continue to associate with Tara, who continues to associate with me. As a result, I have been witness to numerous pranks. I have to be so careful not to let Snivellus Snape or Dumbledore hear any of my thoughts or we'll all get suspended. It's very stressful, I don't appreciate it in the least. 

Saturday, November 23, 1991

I totally spaced Thursday being the full moon. Moony's fine, of course. This would be a very different entry otherwise. Anyway, he sent me huge box of chocolate. I don't know how much chocolate he thinks I'm consuming on a weekly basis, but at this point I'm well stocked for the next six years. I guess I can share with Tara. I'm sure she'd really like that.  I assume she likes chocolate. Who doesn't?

Tuesday, November 26, 1991

She does like chocolate, of course. So I gave her half. I told Moony. I know he'd be happy I have someone to share with. I can't wait for Christmas break. We're getting pretty close. I'll finally get to see Moony again. I'm not sure if I can keep this up for the next six and a half years. He always said I have seperation anxiety, and I'm starting to believe him. I can't imagine being away from him for longer than three months. I may just melt away into despair.