Oh, bloody hell.

Fred, when you told me you had to, erm...ask me something--
Well, I didn't think it-- I--

I don't know. I didn't think it would be that question.

Please, please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry I ran off without saying anything. I just need time. To think. There's so much I want to do, and...that wasn't really one of them. At the moment.

I'm being rather vague in what I'm talking about, aren't I? Sorry, everyone. I can't quite think at the moment. There's too much on my mind, and I'm afraid that if he doesn't know how I'm feeling, he might explode.

I need a hug. Marietta, where are you when I need you?

Just popping in for a second.

A word of advice for everyone: If you plan on getting completely smashed, just remember that there will definitely be pictures of you dancing on tables in the common room the next morning for everyone to laugh at.

Thank god that isn't me. Anyways, just wanted to say Happy New Year, everybody! Hope you're all having fun. Cheers.

Contrary to popular belief, I am still alive. Sorry I've been so busy, mates-- with schoolwork and all, you know how it is. That was terribly Ravenclaw of me to say that, wasn't it? Bugger. But I'm so glad we're on holiday, because it means I get to spend time with the people I care about the most (and you definitely know who you are.), not to mention keep up with you lot. I feel like I've missed so much.

Where should I start? I spent the morning wrapping presents with a few friends in the common room, and we did a little gift exchange game. It was great fun, up until the point where Marietta opened up her gift. It was a balaclava. I wanted to laugh so badly you wouldn't believe. Of course she was offended, and we all exchanged gifts about a dozen times, and now I'm the one who's stuck with the bloody thing. If anyone wants it, just let me know -- I'll be more than happy to give it to you.

But yes, I'm really excited for the Ball tomorrow night. I've got my dress ready to go, and-- oh, it'll be perfect. Especially with Fred. The bloke's more of a romantic than he leads on, isn't he? ...Bloody fantastic.

Cheers.

I snuck on because Marietta's in one of her moods today. I don't blame her. She didn't deserve it. The worst part? One of our other friends, Samantha, ate one of the chocolates as well. Whoever sent her the box of chocolates wasn't using his head.

Unfortunately, the way to my heart isn't through making my best friend look like a right mess. I know you did it, Fred. That isn't right. It's already bad enough that Marietta's got the pimples on her face that spell out 'sneak' (which is horribly placed in the center, mind you). You'd better have the antidote.

I hate you. I hate the fact that I can't get mad at you, and the fact that I loved the flowers so much, I started crying when the owl came to deliver it this morning. I also hate the fact that when I came out of the common room to go to Potions, you were standing there, with the rather-tasteless-but-you-still-meant-well array of different flowers. And I didn't say a word. I bloody took them, said a quiet 'thank you', and bloody ran off. And I hate the fact that I'm still crying. Because I'm an idiot. And I'm hating myself more than ever right at this moment. But I'd never let you see that.

I really do hate you. ....Ugh, I'm going to go for a walk.

Sorry I haven't updated on this thing. Unfortunately, it's called having a life, and having LOADS AND LOADS OF HOMEWORK UGH, which I'm sure we all do, so--

Right. Anyways. Yes, the Halloween Ball was absolutely gorgeous. I almost felt like I was out of place, with that really short costume I had on, but apparently Halloween is the time for the younger crowd to dress up like scarlet women, and I didn't feel so bad. I do love when they decorate the Great Hall; They do such a fantastic job every time! But of course, the decorations weren't what I had my eye on all night. *wink*

Fred, I like where we are right now -- I'm so content, and so happy. You're amazing, and I don't care if I've said it a million times; You are, and I adore you for being there for me.

And with that, I go back to work. I need to figure out when I can actually schedule Quidditch practise, since that's been the last thing on my mind lately. Ugh.

Yes, I know: Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw Quidditch matches are boring. Not like the "Oh wow, this is too bloody predictable" sort of match, but the "This game isn't eventful enough" kind. I mean, come on -- 189 to 37. We won. One bludger to the head. Not like I wanted any injuries to happen, but still, it's somewhat expected when you play. Gives it a bit of edge. Maybe next time.

But it was a damn good match, if I do say so myself. Malfoy's replacement (for God knows where he is -- I sure don't) was weak. I had to restrain myself from laughing. I also tried to suppress my amount of blushing and embarrassment, since Fred was screaming his bloody head off everytime I passed by. He is quite the distraction, you know.

All in all, more practice should do it. I never realised how many things I've been juggling lately: between Quidditch, homework, and a newly acquired boyfriend, I've been able to manage through it perfectly fine. And that's definitely a good thing.

Someone entertain me.

After sitting here since 4 in the afternoon, doing work for Potions, Transfiguration, Divination, and completely skipping dinner, I'm in need of any form of amusement.

Besides, I can't find Marietta anywhere. Wouldn't suprise me if she was off snogging some random boy, since just about everyone in this school is completely sex-crazed these days. I love useless posts.

- Hogsmeade weekend. Fred. ...I had such a great time! And that's all I have to say about that. It was nice seeing everyone together even though I wasn't around much, blimey, we should do it again!

- Fred. Again. Marietta keeps telling me to shut up about you, but I can't. She did say that this is better than me sobbing over Cedric, but I really can't see why she would compare the two in the first place. Ugh. Saw Loony Luna around the common room as well -- Asked her why she hasn't updated her LiveJournal for a while, but I don't think she was really paying attention. Kept going on about a warlock rebellion...or something.

- Quidditch. While I was down at Hogsmeade I did manage to drop off my broom and get it back before we left, so that was good. I don't know what the hell they did to it, but it's working so well-- it's flying a lot smoother, that's for sure. So bloody nervous about our next match, but hopefully I'll do good. Need to bring some of that pride back into Ravenclaw.

All this, and a Potions essay. Brilliant. But I'll finish that later...should be headed off to the lake. See everyone soon!

Last night was... tiring, to say the least.

I mean, come on -- it isn't every day you go out to the Whomping Willow (which, by the way, left me with a huge bruise on my arse. I'll be feeling that one for days.), into the Shrieking Shack (...never. again. George Weasley.), and straight to Hogsmeade. How am I welcomed? With a yell and a bloody shoe thrown at me. Charming.

It was thrilling! It was intense! It was -- not what I had expected?
I dunno, I'm usually good at helping my friends out with their boy problems. But helping boys with girl problems...not so much. I did manage to get Fred out of his hermit state, though. I hope you reconsider and actually owl her a reply, Fred.

Needless to say, I came back unscathed, minus the bruise. Hoorah. I just can't believe I hadn't thought about Cedric the slightest bit while I was over there. An improvement? Possibly.

Oh, one more thing -- hello to the rest of the Hogwarts lot out there. I feel terrible for not knowing a good handful of you, but feel free to say hi or leave me comments. Cheers.

Okay, so I guess I'm going to the Halloween Ball with 1/2 of the Twins Weasley. Fred seems nice when he isn't getting blown up, because then it's just funny. I mean, he's an excellent Beater, so I really can't say anything bad. I just feel so ruddy terrible that I couldn't ask him in person, though.

But anyways... nothing else new, really.
Except for the fact that I accidentally started laughing at Marietta's face when Peeves, erm, decorated her pimples.

And this is why I will never take someone's word for granted when they say things about 'not telling anybody' and having to 'sign a piece of parchment of confidentiality'. I felt so bad. Maybe if I go bake her cupcakes, she'll forgive me. Lord knows she loves her cupcakes.