Well, we've been assigned a project by Professor Snape. . .
**charmed against Snape's eyes**
. . .because, you know, I don't have anything better to do in the spare moments when I'm not swimming in homework. Miserable, bitter old man.
However, fate was kind to me, and I've been paired up with someone not completely incompetent, so I think I'll manage to at least pass. Ron, we'll have to get together sometime soon and brainstorm what potion to research, so we can have it approved by Professor Snape soon as possible.
I spent a lovely evening with Shay and Dean the other day. And then an even more lovely rest of the evening with just Shay. I think I'll skip that part, as I'm sure none of you want to hear about it. I swear the more time I spend with the both of them together, the more my maturity level drops. I feel like such a fraud of a prefect. But to be honest, it doesn't really bother me. The two of them make me laugh. And what's life without a little fun?
I should go. . .the sooner I can finish my homework, the sooner I can enjoy my weekend. Or whatever's left of it by the time I'm done. If anyone needs to find me, I'll be in the Common room buried under approximately 600 books.