♥ Kat's Log ♥

[Katherine Finnigan]

The Personal Diary of:
Katherine M. Finnigan



"Care to read as I spill my every thought and feeling out to you? Perhaps better a stranger than a friend..."

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #1 - 14th September 2026

Summer has disappeared and made way for the crisp air of autumn. What does this mean? Time for school again. With this being my final year at Hogwarts, I've decided to keep a log of this years events solely for the purpose of having something to take along with me once this is all over and the rest of my life crashes into me like a bloody freight train starts. Where to begin though? The beginning maybe?

School
As per usual, the three things I'm looking forward to most this year are Quidditch, Quidditch and...Quidditch. Actually, Quidditch, Potions and...hmmm...I know there was something else.



And the three things I'm sincerely NOT looking forward to this year: N.E.W.T exams, dances and revision.



Which brings me to the next topic at hand...

Friends
So, my absolute best friend (since FOREVER) in the entire world:


Miss Evie Thomas

...is persistent about dragging me along to a wedding where I'll have to wear some horrible bloody dress. *shudder* Have I mentioned how much I hate dresses? Aside from that, though, we're also working out some sort of anniversary party type thing for our dads. It's been ages since they've gotten together to hang out like they did in the "good ol' days" so it should be pretty cool to see their faces once we get it all set up.

Then there's:


Miss Lucinda Malfoy

Malfoy?! you ask. Yes, but she's not the stereotypical Malfoy or even half way Slytherin-ish. Lucinda rocks hardcore and she's probably the BEST when it comes to fashion...especially if you want to give your mum a heart attack. *smirk* I might be a 'puff but green really does suit me half way decently. Anyway...I can't go on enough about how awesome Lucinda is.

Finally, for now, I'll just leave them as notable mentions:


Minister Cooper Weasley



Mister Lauri Ylönen

&&


Mister Blair Snape

Home
You want to know one thing that I really don't miss about being home?


CHAVS!

Oh good Merlin! If there is ANYTHING muggle that I sincerely can't stand...it's chavs. I know a really good joke about them but if mum finds this laying around my room one day and decides to read it, I know she'd kill me for putting it in here.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, yes my darling mother:



...is still bloody insistent that I write home every Merlin forsaken bloody week. I tried to slip by with a short one last week and she sent me a bloody howler. Do you have any idea how freaking bloody embarrassing that was?!

At least dad:



...sent along a note that mum was just PMSing in a bad mood that day. Have I mentioned, lately, how much I adore my daddy? Of everything at home that I miss, he's probably the top thing on the list. Ah the trials and tribulations of being daddy's little girl.

In Closing
I don't know what all this year has in store for me but I can't wait to find out! I'll jot down another entry when I get a chance...but, with the drama and stress that's sure to ensue, I can't promise anything about how soon it'll be.

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #2 - 29th September 2026

Can you believe it's nearly been a month since the start of term? My head is still spinning from how quickly this school year is going. I must say, though, that coursework hasn't been nearly as grueling as I thought it was going to be. That's not to say that it isn't going to topple me over later but, until that happens, no worries, right? Now then, onto the full update of things...

Quidditch
I'm so bloody excited! The teams aren't exactly set in stone just yet and the official season hasn't quite started but I've been given the position as Hufflepuff team captain. Biggest Hogwarts honour EVER! *squeals excitedly*



Brooms
This one should be pretty self explanatory but, in case you didn't grasp it, I've been in the market for a new broom. No, there's nothing wrong with my old one. In fact, I still adore my old one and it works amazingly well.


-->What I have

The thing is that I've been reading up on the Firebolt Thirty-Six Hundred and I want one SOOOOOOO bad. It's about a bazillion galleons though so I'll just have to wait and see if I get signed after school this year. Then I won't even have to buy one for myself...it'll be courtesy of my team. *smirk*


-->What I WANT

...and this sort of leads into the next topic but I think I'll leave out exactly how for now that way I have something else to write about later. *grins & giggles*

Boys
I intend to expand upon those honourable mentions from my last entry. I know I practically just skipped over them...but, really, they're pretty important people. First we have:


Minister Cooper Weasley

What's so important about Coop? you ask. Well, he's just plain awesome and always has been. We've known each other since pretty much the beginning of school and I have to say that there really isn't ever a dull moment with him. He's probably the biggest bloody flirt I know...but, shockingly enough, there's a softer side to him too. *le gasp!* I know, I was shocked too.

Next, we have:


Mister Lauri Ylönen

Considering we're both in Hufflepuff, I have abso*bloody*lutely no idea how we hadn't met before this year but I'm uber glad I did get the chance to make friends with him. First and foremost, I have to say that he is an impressive singer AND he writes his own music. How freaking amazing is that?! He's been letting me work with him on his flying in exchange for me listening to his music. Tell me, who's the one getting ripped off in that deal?

Then there's:


Mister Blair Snape

So we all know how Mister Snape and I met, correct? And then all about the whole "falling out" thing, yeh? So really, all I have to say about the always wonderful Blair is that he's still one of the best friends a girl could ask for.

Now...onto a more...awkward? Is awkward the word for it? something else that still falls under the category of boys. You see...there's this boy, right?


James Sirius Potter

He's perfect in every possible way great and everything...but I know that he's way too far out of my league. Evie, his cousin and my best friend in the whole wide world (in case you forgot), says he's not but there are tons of other girls that are MUCH prettier and far more popular than me that fancy him. So...yeah...

Oh, and then there's his friend:


Remus-James Black

...another one of the most popular boys in the whole school...but the other day, he winked. So...I'm not sure if it was at Evie or me the girl talking to Evie but the fact of the matter was that he did it...&& now I don't even know what to bloody think.

One last "boy" before I close out this topic:


DADDY!

How in the world could I possibly have a topic entitled "boys" if the most awesome male in the whole entire world universe (my father dearest) wasn't included?! He wrote the other day to tell me just how proud he is of me for making captain. If there's anything better than being captain of the Hufflepuff house Quidditch team, it's knowing that he's proud of me for it. Not that he'd ever NOT be proud of me.

In Closing
Isn't it quite interesting how things usually balance out? Good and bad, I mean. Life is just full of lovely little checks and balances to make sure you don't get too far down in the dumps...or let your monstrosity of an ego take over completely. With that final thought, I think I shall leave you until we meet again...

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #3 - 09th October 2026

First and foremost, I really must say that this whole school thing is really starting to settle back into that more monotonous schedule it always seems to. A few things have happened but it's not really anything to go on about forever. Though, there were one or two things that I could probably write on for ages simply because...but I'll just make a few side notes and then leave it open to be picked apart at will. So, here goes...

Coursework
Remember how I mentioned that coursework hasn't really been too bad? It's still not nearly as much as I'd first expected it would be in seventh year but things are really starting to pick up. I don't know whether we're going to be doing any labs or group assignments but if we do in Potions, I know who I'm working with. *grins* But enough on that. I'm really actually looking forward to seeing what else lessons have in store for me this year. I'll admit that I'm more looking forward to the practical stuff than the essays and that.



Shopping
What can I possibly say about shopping? Every girl, yes even me, loves shopping. The first thing in this category that I'll mention is that my best friend in the whole entire world:


Evie Thomas

...plans on getting her cousin:


Victoire Weasley

...to help her drag me off on some dress shopping trip. Don't get me wrong. I'd much rather go with Evie and Vic than my mum or Evie's mum but I abso*bloody*lutely hate dresses. I always have hated dresses and always will hate the bloody things. Have I mentioned how much I bloody HATE dresses? Anyway, with that damned stupid Snow ball thing coming up, evidently I'm supposed to dress formally and that means going shopping with Evie to buy a bloody dress.

On a much more pleasant note, though, I might get to go on an awesome shopping trip in muggle London with another of my best friends:


Lucinda Malfoy

I know my daddy dearest is going to flip when I tell him I want to go shopping with a Malfoy but Luci is awesome and I know it'll be tonnes of fun going on a muggle shopping trip with her and Rosalynn (Lucinda's little sister...who I'll mention a little later). Besides just that I haven't done any shopping in muggle London, Luci's got this amazing sense of fashion that I know would just make my mum die. Brilliant really!

Moving on then. Right now is when I expand on that last entry when I mentioned something about broom shopping being linked to the topic of boys. Okay...so I was in my favourite shop of all time:


Quality Quidditch Supplies

...checking out the Firebolt Thirty-six Hundred. First of all, that broom is what dreams are bloody made of and I'm still dying to ride one...but I might get to anyway. *giggles* But, back onto the topic here... So, I was looking at the most brilliant broom of all time when who should walk up beside me? How about the most charming and perfect guy ever:


James Sirius Potter

...well, shockingly enough, we acually talked a little and guess what...he mentioned my Irish National team? Unbelievable, right? I mean, James Sirius Potter and I talking about the Irish National team while standing in Quality Quidditch and looking at the Firebolt Thirty-six Hundred. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought it really was a dream. Guess what else! He said that he'd let me have a go on the broom (yes THE broom) he just bought...free of charge. Naturally, I'll find some way to pay him back...especially if the Irish make the World Cup.

Trouble-making
Me? A trouble-maker? NEVER! *smirk* Okay, so I do have my moments but it's never anything big really. I mean, just the other day, while I was in:


Zonko's Joke Shop

...I was just having a look around at all the changes they made when I bumped into:


Rosalynn Malfoy

...neither of us really had any set pranks or anything in mind. Well, actually, she sort of did and I wasn't against a little friendly input...but it's nothing big. You know, just the fun sort of stuff that people will be talking about for ages...and, being that it has to do with that stupid ruddy dance, how could I not possibly help her out a little? I really do hope her planning goes off without a hitch. *grins*

In Closing
Though I won't deny that a few of the previous subjects (some way more than others) really did have some sort of lasting effect on me, I really do hope to have more that's worth writing about the next time I sit down to make an entry. So, until then...

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #4 - 17th October 2026

So I've been doing a lot of thinking on the things I love the most lately. I thought it would probably be something to write about today. I mean, it's not every single day that I do note just how much I love my family. So that's going to be the first topic on the page. Family and Quidditch really.

Immediate Family
I know I give her tons of trouble and constantly complain about how much my mother expects of me but I love the woman to bits. I mean, without her, I'd not be writing this. If I had to pick one thing about my mum that I love most, I'd say that she believes in me and she's always there with a shoulder to cry on. I can't tell you how many times she was there to listen to me cry for whatever reason. Nearly hexed some little wanna-be-chavs for me once too. Merlin it was brilliant!


My Mummy

Then, there's the most important man in my entire life. How could I possibly say any more about how much I love my father? He's dried my tears, made me smile, fixed my injuries (that mum never found out about) and taught me more than anyone else in the whole world. If there is any one person in the universe that I can trust with my deepest secrets and pour my every thought out to, it's my daddy. He knows my every fault and still loves me unconditionally despite them. He pays attention to the little things and always knows exactly what to say...even if he does threaten the life of any boy who I might wind up taking a fancy to. *giggles*


My Daddy

Then there's the brother... Don't get me wrong. I do love the little bugger and all. He's a right pain and, sometimes, I swear he lives to make my life a living hell miserable but isn't that what little brothers are for?


Titch

Extended Family
Without this woman:


Grandmum Finnigan

...I don't even know where I'd be. I have so many stories I could tell about times when I stayed with my grandmum or any and all of our family events that took place at her house. She can be right stern at sometimes but then, about half the time, she's the one leading up the troublemaking. Not just that, but her door's always open and she's the sort that always has an open room if you need a place to stay. Even if she has to give up her own dinner to make sure that someone's fed, she'd do it in a heartbeat. She takes good old Irish hospitality very seriously. I can honestly say that I idolize the woman. She's the only ninety-seven year old woman who I know that'll tromp a group of boys when playing rugby. And, no matter how old I get, she'll always call me her "Little Irish Jewel" or her "Cherub"...but I don't mind. I love me Nan!

Next:


Uncle Fergus

I don't want to play favourites...but he's got to be my favourite uncle. He and Aunt Grace didn't have any kids so he's always spoiling me like mad. It's brilliant! Doesn't always make dad too happy but they were near enough like brothers growing up so it's fine really. Actually...dad was probably the dorky little tag-along with Uncle Fergus and Uncle Kevan back then. Want proof? How's this?


L to R: Uncle Fergus, Uncle Kevan & Dad

Finally...


Liam Keane O'Shea

So, he's Uncle Kevan's son (only child) and about three years older than me but he's the best. I get to be his tag-along most of the time during holiday. Over summer, it's almost guaranteed that you'll either find me at grandmum's house or spending time with Liam, Greg and Tony (Aunt Noelle & Uncle Tommy's kids).


Greg & Tony: My dweebs extraordinaire

There's no closer family than my dad's side really. I love them tonnes and wouldn't trade them for all the tea in China.

Quidditch
I guess this subject sort of goes along with the one above simply because I wrote Nan last week and she sent me a bunch of photos from when I was a wee lass. Even back then I was obsessed with sport. Most of her photos are in black and white, since she's always refused to get a new camera, but there were a couple she saved from get-togethers where Uncle Fergus played photographer with his wicked good magically charmed muggle camera. I don't think I'll toss any of those in here only because he has a certain knack for always catching us at our worst or in some of the most embarrassing situations. Yeah, all of those are going into the bottom of my trunk to never come out again. Instead...this one:


Age two

I was so little back then...and that dork trying to go all muggle and climb the wall behind me is Liam. He was about 5 I think but he was always more worried about muggle sport than Quidditch. Muggle sport and all sorts of music. He's not half bad a Quidditch but I kick his bum every single time we have a one on one. It's usually me and Tony against Liam and Greg though. We still win every bloody time...but it's all in good fun. Usually ends up with me in a headlock, Tony rolling on the ground in hysterics and, ultimately, one giant pile of cousins laughing our arses off.

Next topic involving Quidditch (that shockingly enough doesn't involve family)... It's actually on my beloved Irish National team. They DESTROYED the Italian team over the last weekend and I think they might actually make the cup. If they do... *le sigh*



Finally...I cannot believe that THE Cooper Weasley:


Le Coop DuJour

...might bypass his future as a professional Quidditch player for some stuffy Ministry job! We had a little friendly practice not too long ago and were talking about after school...and he didn't even seem like he gave professional Quidditch a second thought. C'mon! He's the bloody Gryffindor team captain! He'd make a pro team easy! I can't bloody effing believe that he isn't giving it more thought!

In Closing
Breathe Kat...breathe...Okay...I need to go knock some sense into that boy or something so I'm done for now.

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #5 - 24th October 2026

Never have these lyrics 'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life meant more to me than they do now. I don't even know where to start or how things end anymore. I'd like to just go into some sort of rant but then I guarantee half this page would be covered with profanities and I'd end up tearing it out and tossing it in the rubbish bin. How do I know? That's what happened to the last three pages in this bloody journal. Anyway, here's attempt number four at entry number five...

Quidditch
My team lost. End of story.



...Okay, so it's not really the end. The Irish National team, who I love and cherish above all (minus my parents, of course), lost to the bloody Woollongong Warriors. A bloody effing Australian team! I mean, don't get me wrong, the Aussies rock and all but it's not even their native sport for Merlin's sake! How the hell do my fighting Irish lose a Quidditch match to a them? It was that damn Woollongong shimmy. Maolagáin just couldn't bloody focus with those gits zigging every which way. McDonagh scored a fair few times but that Chugg git knocked him out early. What I wouldn't give to take a beater's bat to that bloke! He better hope to hell that I don't make the National team, or any team for that matter. He'll never know what right bloody well hit him! I can promise you that much!

Gits
On the subject of gits! This one:


Git #1

..is a right bloody git! How in the name of Helga bloody Hufflepuff can he even call himself a man?! He goes about asking girls out for his friend!


Git #2

I don't even know why the hell I said I'd go anywhere with Black. I don't know what the bloody hell I was freaking thinking but one thing is for sure: I'm an idiot!

Have I mentioned how much I HATE boys? They can all crawl into a bloody freaking black hole and die! Okay, maybe that's a little harsh since Coop, Lauri and Blair aren't pathetic arses jerks...but still...

Snowball
There is no way in hell I'm going to that damned ball. There's about a snowball's chance in hell that I'll show up...head girl or not. Yes, pun intended. I even got a stupid dress for the stupid thing:


hopeforus.proboards47.com/v45index.cgi?board=information&action=display&thread=299&page=2#2639]Evil demon dress

...and I'm supposed to give a speech at the beginning but I'm not going so everyone can just piss off. Care to know why I'm not going? First of all, dances suck. Secondly, I HATE POTTER! what's that got to do with anything? Head girl has to go with head boy. One guess who the Hogwarts bloody head boy is. *groans* Nope. Not going. Evie can scream at me and abuse me all she'd like...I'm not going. Nope. Sorry. Actually not...but I'm still not going.

In Closing
Okay...so, in retrospect, that's a lot of profanity but it's better than my previous attempts. Wish I could cry to my daddy right now. Anyway...off to suffocate these damn feelings. Maybe take a fly to burn off some steam.

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #6 - 02nd November 2026

Exerpt from The Soldier's Song
In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song.

Heritage
How does one sum up perfection in one word? Ireland. I know I'm always droning on about my Irish heritage and my dad's side of the family...and my Irish National team. The thing about that is I'm a proud Irish girl.

xx

There is honestly no place in the entire world that I love more than Ireland. From glen to glen, everything between the shores of Éire, there is no place quite like my home away from home away from home. Why, you ask?

Ireland is absolutely gorgeous! The scenery is brilliant...the grass is so green pretty much all year 'round and the rich air really gives the place an atmosphere that you can't expect to find anywhere else. Then the hospitality that you get there is just bloody amazing! If there's anywhere in the whole entire world that makes a person feel welcomed, it's Ireland. Everyone accepts everyone...no matter the blood, status, wealth or anything at all really. Well, of course there are still the occasional feuds between the Northerners and Southerners, but it's not ever much more than a sibling sort of squabble.



On the subject of relatives, Ireland is also home to me dad's side of the family...the ones who I hold most dear. I've got so many cousins and it's always a blast spending time with them. Brilliant really! I'm moving there after this school year's over...I mean, if I can make it on the National team. Probably still move there anyway though...might just rent a place with my cousin Liam.

Which brings me to the next topic at hand...

Quidditch
I <3 my fighting Irish National team. Have I mentioned this lately? My good ol' Irish team can do ANYTHING! I'm telling you.



We bloody beat the Sumbawanga Sunrays (the national team of Tanzania) with their formation looping and everything. It wasn't a home match and the Tanzanian pitch isn't the most friendly but we did brilliantly. Fitzgerald and McDonagh were unstoppable with the Quaffle. I won't deny that Ulimwengu, the chilling Chagga, did a right good job of bashing up my boys but what's a few bruises to a 560 to 90 victory? Oh, and I'm pretty sure I haven't mentioned my Keeper, and the best captain ever, lately but Braden O'Brien is like...*dreamy sigh* Ehm...but enough of that. You know, I think I'll note a few stats (from my boys) for the match just to give you an idea of how amazingly we did.

STARTERS
Dálaigh - 9 goals, 7 assists
Fitzgerald - 13 goals, 8 assists
McDonagh - 15 goals, 3 assists
O'Brien - 19 blocks, 4 saves, 1 assist
Henneberry - 17 saves, 5 hits
Lynch - 32 saves, 4 hits
Maolagáin - Captured the snitch

RESERVES
Ainsworth - 3 goals, 4 assists
Campbell - 1 goal, 5 assists
Forsythe - DNP (K)
Winchcombe - 7 saves, 1 hit
Skeffington - DNP (S)

Game time: 3H, 41M

People
I'll give you one guess who my absolute favourite Irish person in the whole universe is. One guess and only one. Any takers? No? Well, it's my daddy!! I love me dad. Greatest guy alive without a doubt.


DADDY!

Then...I just had to put this next picture here so I have something to swoon over:


Braden O'Brien: my future huband captain

*le dreamy sigh*

Ehm...moving right along, yeh? This bloke right here:


Lauri Ylönen

...is a brill musician and one of my friends who I've invited to stay over if he's ever in Ireland. We're...er...I'm working out a way to convince Liam to get Lauri and his band in to play at a few pubs. See...Li knows all the best clubs and pubs...plus he's got friends that work in a few.

Then...


Potter

...before "the incident," I'd made an offer to take Potter along to the World Cup if my Irish make it. My uncle Fergus knows one of the reserve guys (Angus Campbell) and can probably get tickets pretty easy. Anyway, even after "the incident," I won't go back on my word. I'm not that sort of person.

Moving on before I start using profanity though...we have a newer person to enter into the log of Kat's life:


Jason Pettigrew

What's he have to do with anything, you wonder. We had a good little walk the other day and it turns out his favourite place in the whole world is Ireland too. I don't know if I scare everyone into liking my team and good ol' Ireland but it's pretty cool when people have a sincere understanding for why I like things...even better if they really do like the same things too. Anyway, I told him he can look me up if he's ever there after the school year's up. My door's always open.

In Closing
An aimsir láithreach Éire! Translation? I love Ireland! Simple as that. ♥ ♥ ♥

[Katherine Finnigan]

Entry #7 - 04th December 2026

I don't even know what to put here. I guess the words "don't know" and "confused" pretty much sum up my life as of late. It's been forever since I've taken the time to actually sit down and write in here but that's because I've been trying to get a few things sorted really. Since I haven't had much luck, I figure I'll just jot it all down and maybe it'll make a little more sense.

Quidditch
Usually, Quidditch is the only thing that makes any sense to me, right? Well, it's not so much that it doesn't make sense...but more that I don't know if I'm going to make it on a professional team after this year. I mean, I know I'm good and it's not like I don't get told that I'm being silly for doubting myself on a constant and almost daily basis. It's just that...well...I haven't heard anything from any team yet. I know I've seen a few of the scouts at all the matches we've had at school but nothing. Mum says that they're probably just looking but not actually signing anyone...but she doesn't know anything about Quidditch. Dad, though, keeps telling me that I'm probably too good for the smaller, less known teams. I know that sounds really biased and not likely but it's happened before. There were a couple of blokes between dad's school years and now that went unsigned for their whole last year and then they were practically ambushed by reporters and big named agents on behalf of national teams the second they got off the Express. I dunno if I'm THAT good though. I just...I don't know what I'll do if I don't make it professionally. I mean...I've got a couple of options {Teaching Quidditch/flying : Working in the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters at the Ministry : Working in Quality Quidditch Supplies}...but nothing could compare to playing.

: :

On another small Quidditch note, though...well, it's not really 'small' but one of my bestest best friends in the whole entire bloody universe...er...well...technically he's one of Liam's friends but still... Russell Crosby actually met Braden O'Brien! And guess what! He got an autograph. It's on a bloody napkin but the best part of the whole thing...he got it for me! Hold on...let me find the letter that Liam sent with it so you can see exactly how it all happened...well...how Liam was told by Russ about how it happened really.

That's just the first piece of the massively long letter but you get the point really. Oh...and ignore that last bit. Liam's a great prat lovely cousin for throwing that in there. Anyway...how bloody effing amazing is that?! So THE Braden O'Brien *dreamy sigh* actually knows that I exist! I'm still going to kill Russ for what he said...but...yeah... *le dreamy sigh again*

Blokes
This has to be one of the most confusing topics under the sun! I don't even know what I want to write here but I suppose that's all a side effect of not knowing what I'm thinking or feeling when it comes to boys. Well...one or two in particular but you get the point, aye? Perhaps I should just start off with going on about some of the things that I've been dwelling upon lately...you know, just to get the bloody stuff off my mind...maybe.

Okay...so, I'm sure you remember how much I dreaded going to that Merlin forsaken, evil, bloody school dance, right? And I'm sure that you recall exactly why (besides the dress thing)... :


James Potter

Yeah...well...shockingly enough, he was actually tolerable for that ruddy start-of-the-ball dance I had to share with the git him. He said something that made absolutely no sense at all but I suppose most blokes don't make sense anyway. But, fact of the matter, I suppose, pending how his pathetic excuse for a bloody friend takes to him talking to me, there might be a chance of still being friends with the kid...or not...who bloody well knows.

Still, though, I actually had a good time at the dance. Any guesses why? Two words:

Cooper
Weasley!

"My Minister boyfriend"

...but, that's what confuses me even more. See...I made him promise to save me a dance a couple of weeks in advance. He did and I can honestly say that it was the best dance of my entire life. Who'd have thought he was such a good dancer! Anyway, even after the song was over we were still dancing and it was just...I don't know...one of those sorts of moments. Bah! Okay that sounds so girly and lame! Moving on swiftly...so...after we danced, we snuck off from the ball so we could work on his application...but while we were in the library, he kept hinting at the possibility of there being a slight chance for an 'us'. I mean...who better than to have a go at it with than someone who I trust immensely and would do anything for, right? I just...I don't know. I don't want to end up crying again if I make too much of what he'd said. What if he was just being silly? See...I don't know what to think anymore!

BLOODY EFFING HELL! I DON'T BLOODY KNOW WHY BOYS ARE SO DAMN CONFUSING!!

Home
This isn't confusing at all really. I just want to go home. With winter hols coming up, I can't wait to go home. Then I can have a good rant to my daddy...


DADDY

...about everything. I know he'll probably want to murder a certain boy who made me cry be angry that I was upset and he'll reassure me that boys are useless prats that I should just stay away from...but maybe that's what I need right now. Yes, I'm seventeen and STILL a daddy's girl. I don't bloody care who knows it either!! Plus, he'll probably put me at ease about the whole Quidditch thing too. See...and THIS is why I miss home. *depressed sigh* I think I'm going to go write a couple of letters home and home away from home.

In Closing
No time for a closing. I've got letters to get started on. At least THAT won't be confusing!