January 10th, Hogsmade

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January 10th

Today we went to Hogsmade. After our classes, Raphael, Lyra, Frost, Harley, our Frog choir buddy Sherry and I bolted out the doors of Hogwarts into the snow screaming and singing. "FREEDOM!" we were ready for some time away from that castle they call a school.

After following many other egar kids down the street to Hogsmade, we stoped at the three broomsticks for some food. I was too cheep so i brought a sandwich with me from the kitchens under the castle. It was sunny outside but still cold from the snow. I couldn't decide if I wanted to keep my Slytherin pride  scarf on or off. While we ate, I dilagently wrote down some stoy ideas in my favorite journal (not this one, one that looks like the diary of a character from Warlock Who the best book ever) I showed my friends some of them but they, especially Raphael laughed at them. Made me sad. I thought it would be cool if you could fly around using the magnetic pole from the north.... but whatever. There are many more ideas where that came from!

After we finnished our food we got tired and cold. We decided to walk around a little but it was difacult in the snow. I wish It would just melt already! We stopped and looked into a wedding shop. There were dresses in the window that looked just amazing. All us girls fawned over it while I'm sure Rapheal was puking in the back. Weddings are such a girl thing.

Finnishing up our fawning, we decided to leave the cold. This was going to a a short trip to Hogsmade. (We often sneek out of the school and down here through a secret passage on the forth floor behind the ugly statue of Gregory the Smarmy, but only when we felt like it) We all decided to go back to Hogwarts ( the whole way we sang a song that goes "Gotta get back to Hogwarts, got to get back to school, where everything is magicalcoooooool") and hang out in my dorm. Frost decided agenst that and she went to the quidage feild to go on a broom ride. Raphael and Sherry went with her.

We took the long way to the school. I said we should take the secret passage, but Lyra Bang and Harely wanted to walk the longest way possible and burn some calories.  But Harley is the smallest little child ever. But she's adorable and she can get people the do things for her because she has that "Do what I say" face. So jealous of that! (And her spelling skills, I can't spell to save my life!) I hoped to goodness we wouldn't get lost.

When tudging through the snow for what seamed like a hour was over, we colapsed onto my bed in our smallish silver colored dorm room kicking off our smelly shoes. Not long after, there was a knock at our door. I moaned and answered it. To my suprise, Raphael popped up in the door. "HELLO!"

Sherry was behind him and they both entered and right away criticized the posters of boys above my bed. I put them there just to say I have them. Because I'm a girl and I think girls should have those kind of things. Great reason I know.

Someone was snooping and found my sketch diarys.... oh that was fun. Harley loved them. I was so happy they were appreciated by someone! She especially liked the ones that were fan drawings from our favorite books. I told her she could keep some, all they do is take up space under my bed, but the thought they were too beautiful. I wanted to cry tears of joy.

Then someone found all my Warlock Who books....

Raphael screamed, "LETS READ THEM ALL!"

So we debated which one to read because I had so so so so many issues. But never too many. Never. Raphael started reading them aloud. When there came a part that I knew, I would quote it with him, but usually I was wrong. Durring the epic parts he grabbed my arm in which I lost all feeling because he was holding it so tightly. We acted parts of it out, very loudly and laughed much. We actually didn't pay much attention to the story itself, it was very confusing. 

We should do something similar next week. Or everyday. I like breaking the rules with my fellow Slytherins. 

-Ginnia 

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