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Tuesday 15 September 1942 [18 Sep 2008|10:20am] [ mood | sad ] Malfoy hasn't written back yet, but I am not going to be all worried about it. I just hope his brother is really all right. And that is all. And I can't believe I wrote that first when my brother is in hospital. I hope God doesn't read people's diaries. (Maybe one day I will learn how to ward my diary against gods, which would be especially funny because then everyone would think I wrote really important things in here.) He was really really really sick, just like having polio all over again. And Uncle Isaac wrote to Ed and said that it was all right for now, but Lewis said that Uncle Isaac is always like that, and Ed didn't really disagree. And then Lewis was crying a little bit, I saw it. And so was Annie and so was Sal. I waited until I was alone in bed. Cori better not have heard. So, I am going to stop thinking about Malfoy and his brother now, unless his brother is also Bill's doctor. Even if thinking about Bill won't make any difference, he's still my brother. post comment

Monday 14 September 1942 [04 Jul 2008|10:22pm] [ mood | morose ] ( I wish I hadn't said that about the Gryffindors yesterday... ) post comment

Sunday 13 September 1942 [11 Apr 2008|08:15am] [ mood | worried ] I hope Annie wasn't at this party that all the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were supposedly at. It sounds like they're in big big trouble. I really don't think Ed or Sal would have been, they aren't that stupid, but Annie can do some silly things if her friends think it would be a good idea. Although Ed is a bit stupid about girls. But still, not that stupid. We aren't allowed out of the dorm yet and apparently we're all going up to breakfast together. It's really hard to tell who is in charge here although everyone else seems to have already worked out that when all the prefects are gone for some reason Miss Warrington and Miss Mulciber get to be the prefects. Well, Miss Mulciber is walking out with Mr Crouch and he's the Head Boy (and he is the only prefect here!), so I suppose it makes sense. And Miss Warrington is sensible even if she is awfully prissy. Miss Pritchard is gone, but she's all right, she was just with the search parties and so was Miss Flint. I can't believe they're cousins most of the time, but sometimes I can. I heard Maeve tell someone. She actually sounded a bit worried. I think maybe Dio should hide out this morning until Miss Pritchard is back though. I think I'll help her fix her hair for once (I know how to do it, I'm not a boy even if I was a Weasley) and see if she has a cloak without potion marks on it, because everyone will be wanting Slytherin to look good this morning. I really hope Annie wasn't at the party. Or Bilius, but surely no one will have invited him, it sounds like a party for older people anyway, and even if he was older, he's Bilius! But I'm tired of Malfoy being friends with me despite my stupid family. I want that to stop now that I am a Lovegood. post comment

8-9-42; later [26 Aug 2007|12:58pm] [ mood | discontent ] A Ravenclaw girl is dead. She's the little sister of Mr Jeannot, who's one of our prefects, and they found her in the lake. Everyone is really upset, and nobody knows what's going on. (Well, maybe some of them do, but no one is telling us.) There was a letter in the Daily Prophet this morning from the Dux Bellorum about the stupid magazine thing about Malfoy's mum, and I wanted to go and talk to him, but he was off with Mr Riddle and his big sister and when he came back he was really, really upset so I didn't want to bother him. I wish it was Monday or Wednesday, when we get to go flying after dinner, but instead we had to do Hebrew. I guess it's okay, because it's raining a little and it's not so much fun to fly in the rain, but it's still a lot more fun than Hebrew. Malfoy and I are the best flyers in the first year, but there's this Muggle-born in Gryffindor who's pretty good too. I wish we didn't have to do the class, though. Malfoy and I could just fly around the castle and the grounds together. That would be fun. We wouldn't even have to talk, just fly. post comment

8-9-42 [15 Aug 2007|11:38am] [ mood | confused ] So much has happened since the last time I wrote anything down, and I almost don't want to start again, it's so much! But I should. I like being able to look back at it, anyway. My father is dead. That's...well, it ought to have changed everything, but I'm not sure it really has. It's no different than when he was a fugitive, because even then I wasn't ever going to see him again and I knew he didn't really care about me. Actually, I'm almost glad -- not that he's dead, but that at least now he can't do anything else to cause trouble. Mum is going to be really unhappy. I should write to her, but I don't really want to; I'd have to say I was sad, and I'm not really. Well, I am a little bit, and I was really upset when I heard, but I thought about it a lot and I realized that what I'm sad about is not having my father be what he used to be, which was nice and taking care of us, and he stopped being that a long time before he died. Malfoy's pappa was the one who did it. He's not going to marry Malfoy's mother after all, and Malfoy isn't going to marry Bella Zabini, and we had a really stupid conversation about us getting married, before he told me that my father was dead. Bilius keeps saying things like he's my boyfriend, which is so aggravating, because he's my friend and he's a boy, but I'm not interested in anyone like that. I wish people (including my stupid brother) would look at me as a person instead of as a girl. And I wish my father hadn't gone insane, and that we weren't at war, and that I had a pony. This isn't useful. When I was little I used to think that my father or Mum or Annie could make things better, and sometimes they could because I was just upset about something silly, but it's not true any more. I guess that's what growing up feels like. I'm not sure I like it. post comment

4-9-42 [25 Apr 2007|04:53pm] [ mood | tired ] ( Stuff. ) post comment

1-9-42 [31 Jan 2007|04:34pm] [ mood | okay ] ( It’s strange to write in here after everything. ) 25 comments|post comment

30-8-42 [19 Oct 2006|12:19am] [ mood | tired ] I escaped. Only for a little while, but I escaped. And I’m under house arrest again and out pocket money until next June, but I got out. Because of Lewis. I owe him big. Bilius is at Mungo’s this morning because he wouldn’t stop coughing once they fished him out of the river and they wanted to make sure there weren’t any complications from almost drowning. Or something like that. And the funny thing is, I really do hope he is all right. I might hate him, but I don’t want him to die. I told Annie that and she said that it was the most sensible thing I’ve said in the last month. Which is so Annie. post comment

29-8-42 [10 Oct 2006|06:08am] [ mood | bored ] Day Four of My Imprisonment I have the absolute most boring-est room. Ever. I’ve read all my story-books and plant books and Quidditch books. I put together all three of my puzzles, including the one with nearly five hundred pieces. I’ve even already read all my school books—or at least the parts that weren’t as boring as DEATH. If I have a kid—which I’m not sure I will, but I might—I will never ever do this to her. It’s a cruel and unusual punishment. They’re trying to make me feel like a criminal and putting guano in people’s beds is not a crime! Sometimes it’s the only thing you can do with some people. I bet if Bilius had put guano in my bed he wouldn’t still be stuck in his room. We all know Dad likes him best and Mum’s let him get away with murder since he caught the stupid polo disease. It’s not fair. And maybe the world’s not fair. But it should be fairer. Annie’s at some dancing party for big kids. I bet it’s a lot more interesting than here. 25 comments|post comment

26-8-42 [28 Jun 2006|02:01am] [ mood | devious ] Day One of My Imprisonment: I have decided to become a Scandal. I will bob my hair and wear boy’s clothes, just like Malfoy’s mamma did. I have already concocted a plot to steal Bilius’ uniforms before we leave for school. The teachers won’t be able to stop me. Or the prefects. I looked at the Book of Hogwarts Rules that they gave Annie. The rules just say you have to wear a uniform, not which uniform you should wear. I might even try to talk the Man-Eating Hat into sending me to Slytherin, but only if the girls there aren’t awful. It would serve Dad and Bilius right if I went there. I wish I could write Jenny and Malfoy. We could all plot this together. Maybe I can get Annie to write Jenny’s brother, so I can stick a letter for Jenny in it. (She probably wouldn’t write Malfoy. Which is too bad. I bet he’s got a lot of good ideas for becoming a Scandal.) Bilius is sulky because Edmund won't let anyone on his boat anymore. But I'm glad, because if I can't go, neither should Bilius. post comment

25-8-42 [15 Jun 2006|09:16pm] [ mood | angry ] I am in Even Bigger Trouble than before. Bilius told Dad this morning that I got the guano from Malfoy and now I can’t send owls until school. Or leave my room for the rest of the day. Even after tomorrow, I can’t go past the garden walls which is no fair, because I wanted to go see Edmund Diggory’s boat! (I’ve heard an awful lot about it from the other Diggory kids. Lewis wants to sail it himself.) I can still hear Dad downstairs. I think he’s making a Howler. I hate Bilius so much! post comment

21-8-42 [01 Apr 2006|02:13am] [ mood | curious ] By now Dad has exhausted all his swears and is coming up with new ones. And I bet you anything Bilius is taking notes on them. The way that article sounded, you’d have thought they’d sacked him! But they haven’t. They’re still paying him, they just haven’t put him on any cases since he came back from Germany and I suppose it’s because of losing his eye. (I didn’t recognize him when he first came home because of that. He scared me when I first saw him.) Annie hasn’t come home yet from her volunteer work. I wonder if she’s seen the paper. post comment

18-8-42 [06 Mar 2006|01:26am] [ mood | okay ] The guano didn’t help Bilius’ disposition. He’s still as stupid as ever. I’m suppose to get a lecture from Dad about it but he’ll need to come home before midnight some day this week to do it. And the look on Bilius' face when I told him it came care of Lord Malfoy was even better than I expected. post comment

31-7-42 [03 Nov 2005|02:38am] [ mood | satisfied ] Got my letter. Now Bilius will have to stop calling me a Squib. Squibs can’t fly and I can fly rings around him. Annie’s a Prefect, but everyone knew she was going to be. It’s a Weasley Thing. post comment

27-7-42 [29 Oct 2005|05:13pm] [ mood | satisfied ] It’s nice to know that I’m not the only sensible person in the world. Jenny agrees with me that Bilius is a spoilsport. It’s no fair quitting just because I beat him at something. Also, the Malfoy’s forest pixies must have better taste in targets than you’d think because they stole Bilius’ jacket and hung it in a tree. We went to church where Theo goes. The Reverend there reminds me a little of Dad, if only in the way he yells. post comment

18-7-42 [19 Oct 2005|01:54am] [ mood | determined ] I am on strike. I have changed my last nappy. If Mum is so busy she can have Annie do it. Or Bill. Bill never does anything around the house anyhow, every time Mum asks he groans and moans and says he feels the Polo coming back. Stupid Bill. I have already made my picket sign. I am ready for them. post comment

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