I've finally found this thing at the bottom of my trunk. I looked there hundreds of times and I swear it wasn't there, and this morning: SURPRISE!, it was there. So strange. I almost bought a new one at Hogsmeade, thinking I had lost this one.

But anyway. Now that I have it, I'd like to say something. To whoever took my Charms book and thought it'd be funny to draw me and himself (because it's obvious a bloke took it) snogging before putting it back on my bed, I'd like to point out a few facts to that 'artist': 1. Your mother did a poor job raising you; 2. You don't know how to draw; and 3. You and me? It's not happening. NEVER. Not in a millions years. Not even if your wildest dreams... I hope I made myself clear. Thank you.

[ PRIVATE ]
I'm surrounded by children. It's so pathetic. You'd think they would have matured by now, but no. They're still the same stupid gits they were last year, with the only difference that some of them are cuter than last year.
[ /PRIVATE ]

Now we can move on to more important matters such as, who will be the boy who will save me from this boredom I'm suffering right now. Any takers?