Josiane Dorny

I can't wait for Christmas break, it feels like it's so close but so far away this year. I guess you could say the main reason I'm so excited is because I just convinced my parents to invite my boyfriend over for dinner. I can't wait to show Will off to them, I know everyone but my mother will love him. I mean Aldric has already met him and he, you know, thinks he's good for me and respects my decision. I also respect his decisions, if he actually made one. I've tried suggesting that he should ask someone out, but he says he doesn't like anyone. I think him and Clemmie would be cute together, he's tall and she's short, it'd be cute.

Anyways I wrote to my parents before actually asking Will so now he has to accept or it would look horrible to my parents. Not that he wouldn't have accepted, I know he's dying to meet my parents. He wants to introduce himself to them, show them what a good guy he is.

I've never given any credence to the whole cursed school theory being floated around by overly paranoid students and Alumni, but something happened to me. Last night I was getting up to go to the bathroom when I noticed something more than a little strange. Most of you don't know, but I collect teddy bears, I have hundreds of them at home and few here at school. Sometimes I even sleep with one... though that's not important, what is important is what happened. Like I was saying, I came back from bathroom to discover blood dripping from Rupert's eyes. It was horrific and terrifying! I just wish it had stopped there, but it didn't. There was a strange gurgling sound that came from Mr. Fluffybottom's stomach, there shouldn't have been a sound at all and then blood started seeping from his mouth. There was blood all over my bed, I had to sleep on the sofa! Not to mention teddy bears don't have blood, they aren't alive!

This school is fucked, it's just wrong, we shouldn't be here! My teddy bears are ruined, I'm too scared to sleep, and who knows what will happen next. I think we should leave before someone gets hurt, this place doesn't want us here! I know the staff thinks this is nothing, but it's obviously just the beginning! The stained glass morph into terrifying visages and they act like it's normal! It's not! We've been told next to nothing about this building. How do we know it isn't cursed?

I'm going crazy inside this house, I want to go out someplace! But no, no, no, no. I'm now considered reckless, as I have been for the past two months, soon to be going on three. I've been confined to the grounds until school starts. The only times I've been out has been with adult supervision meaning I've had five chances to go out. I've tried everything I could think of to end this stupid punishment, but nothing has worked.

The only things to do I'm doing now are eating, sleeping, reading, and tanning. I can not stand to play another board game and don't even get me started on Wizarding Chess. If I see that game again I'm going to chuck all of the pieces into the lake, or perhaps I'll take a hammer to them and imagine I'm beating someone, namely the person that got me into this mess. Which makes me think about snitches, we had a lot of them this year didn't we? I can only hope they get their comeuppance come fall.

I can not wait to go to school on that stupid island. At least then I can have some modicum of social interaction.

( Private to Self )

Well I'm sure you've all heard by now, but I'm no longer a prefect. I'd say more on it, but the current administration has done it's best to intimidate me into not speaking out. I'm sorry to admit that it's worked, they've won. So I'm going to be a good little girl and not make a big fuss about this. I don't want anyone else I care about to be hurt. Though I'm going to ask no one follow my example, not everyone has a prefectship to be taken away.

Derrick, I'll be seeing you on our forced date next Saturday. Hopefully we won't get Bole a teacher to chaperon us. It'd be horrible if they forced a teacher to watch us kids on the weekend.

I just want to make one thing clear, I am not getting back with Samuels. I don't appreciate hearing that enterprising fourth years are taking bets one when we're reuniting. I am not going to date that arse again, especially one who is so afraid of his Mother's approval. Please stop talking about my past relationship with him or I'm sure you'll find yourself ending up in detention.

Someone please save my aching muscles, my legs refuse to grip the broomstick because of my lovely captain Morag! I think that the practices are getting to be little excessive, especially when you have to grab the bat from your beater to "show them how it's done". If I could I'd quit this upcoming match, nothing is worth this pain. My calves burn more than they ever have, I don't think one should be punished merely for speaking their opinion. It's not my fault if Morag can't handle someone telling her she's acting like a dragon with a bad case of PMS. No one needs to practice as much as we do, I mean we're just playing Hufflepuff, everyone knows we're a superior team.

Then we have this stupid dance coming up, we've never had a Valentines Dance before, but now suddenly we're having one. They're obviously doing this to rise morale, but I doubt that will be very successful, what with the Carrows breathing down our necks every day. Personally I don't feel it's that special of a day, you never get what you really want from your significant other so why even celebrate at all? No one needs any flowers that will die in a week, chocolate that you'll eat too fast, and scratchy teddy bears. Well I suppose some teddy bears aren't that scratchy, but I don't want or need any more mohair teddy bears.