No.

I'm slightly less insane these days, which leads me to believe that I have gone completely barking mad.

The NEWTs are just around the corner. This is an incredibly terrible time to stop caring.

Anyone else just get hit by the crippling realisation that they have no idea what they want to do with their lives?

If you did, I have biscuits.

To say this is getting old would be an understatement.

No other words seem to come to mind, though.

I know I'm going against the grain, but I sort of found the potions/defence lesson rather brilliant.

It's not like we haven't had to brew our antedotes before. And I suppose I'm just glad to know now that I can do that particular one. Isn't that what knowledge is about?

Still, I'm not sure if someone had been petrified once they should have had to do it again, really. Seems a bit cruel. Couldn't they have been excused?

... I rather expect I'll recieve a detention for that last bit.

I'm just


done.

Somewhere between Flitwick telling me to calm down, Michael telling me to come back and Luna hiding all the biscuits I was giving her in the houseplants, I regained some sense. Also, I'm terribly sorry to report that the 'magical biscuit giving houseplants' probably won't bear fruit after this.

Ravenclaw House Quidditch team is just that. A team. We hurt as a team, and goddamnit we're going to win as a bloody team at our next showing. I'm not stepping down, or allowing my own struggles to overshadow this anymore, because I don't want to be that person. I want to be hugging six amazing athletes next match, blissful in victory, or together in defeat. Because that's what this is about. A team, never a stupid captain.

It's a sport. It's a game. We're going to have fun doing it, no matter what. If I'm sorry for anything, it was that we didn't have fun on Sunday.

We will next time.

Thank you to everyone who didn't let me sit on my stupid duff and mope.

Everyone.

Also, PARVATI WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED?!

Hermione, I do not know WHAT the intent of those things were, but seriously never let me go on them again! Did you see the ends? It looked like it was EATING the steps. I'm used to steps disappearing, mind you, but not when it actually looks like TEETH are causing them to do so! My skirts almost got caught in the end, I swear it.

The bookshop we went to was lovely, however. The latest Atwood and Greene now are sitting on my shelves, which means most likely when I get back to Hogwarts you'll see very little of me. I haven't gotten a new book in ages, and this store had so many I could have thrown quite a bit of money at the clerk and gone home happy.

However, besides stairs that seem to eat themselves, the Muggles really have a poor excuse for buses! I nearly got run over, and don't you say I didn't, Hermione! Too many close calls lately, thanks. I suppose the Universe is just gunning for me. Not that I'll go without a fight, mind. I have no desire to get hit by a double-decker on my way out. What kind of note does that make for on the certificate?

Did you manage to get all the stamps home dry, Hermione? It doesn't really surprise me you're philatelic.

It was a nice day, though. Really, it's the perfect way to set things before going back this time.

Parvati?

Do you want to go to the flat over Christmas, or Jhunipur?

I don't really care which, I'm afraid. Just curious.

No no no no no.

This isn't really going to be as bad as it seems and he's NOT dead and neither is anyone else and it's NOT HAPPENING LIKE THIS. THEY'RE ALL FINE ESPECIALLY ANTHONY.

So let's stop whinging and MOVE THE ROCK.

Unbelievable.

Roger? Draco? Thank you, quite honestly, from the bottom of my heart for not doing THAT.

Honestly, some people have no class.

I'm sorry, I'm just sorry. I don't know how else to be, I'm just sorry.

Did you mind?

Mr McCormick? I understand you're very busy, but if you have time could you please consent to the interview?

Other than that, nothing of my life is worth listening to. However, the book must be placated apparently. These few words should do it, so this book will stop biting me now, and I can go back to peaceful silence, thankfully.

I don't have anything to say really at any rate.

I suppose that I should think up something clever to ask you, Mr McCormick, but all I can manage are the usuals. I'm not in a clever place at present.

1. Have you ever played any Muggle shows?

2. Are you influenced by Muggle bands? If so, which ones?

3. If you could do anything in the world besides playing music, what would it be?

4. And finally, when you were at Hogwarts, what was your favorite class?

5. Oh! That gave me another idea. Who was your favorite professor? Is it someone still at school?

Right then, there you are.

Do I have to go?

YES!!!

Well, that killed a few hours last night.

By GOD I am bored. At least we have Quidditch again to lighten things up a touch, but could we all show a little fire for life in general? What happened to the energy of the protest?

Come on! Let's enjoy our last term!

Viva la Resistance.

I'm going to sleep now.

WE ARE STRONG. WE ARE FIRM! WE ARE NOT BLOODY MOVING!

... and someone found Creevy's clothes, right? Merlin.

I HAVE MORE BISCUITS!