Diaries of a Social Misfit

1998: January

1. January-

Bobbie:

I'm worried about Luna. No one has heard from her since she was snatched from the train. According to Andi's sources (which include Augusta and Molly and a whole load of other people), it was most definitely because her father was publishing pro-Potter pieces in the Quibbler.

It is 1998. Welcome to the year of impending doom.

~L'elly.

4. January-

Bobbie:

I'm on the Hogwarts Express. Ginny, Neville, and I have our own car. We are all dreading the return to classes. Ginny almost wasn't permitted to come back, but she convinced her parents that whatever Ron was doing was far more dangerous than Hogwarts and here she is. I was dropped off in London at the British Museum and met Neville near the Rosetta Stone. From there, we walked to King's Cross. I know we could have ridden the Tube from Russel Square up to the station, but it just seemed a better idea to walk, staying out in the open. With both of us being a bit wanted, we'd rather just take the time to be in the air. Neither of us were packing very much this go around- I left my trunk home and was bringing only a duffel bag that I could keep with me on the train and Neville had strapped his trunk to a small suit-case dolly and we were pretty inconspicuous. Heaven knows we didn't bring our pets back. The Carrows would probably skewer them if we had.

Anyway, the trolly's coming around and we're all feeling a bit like chocolate is the order of the hour- Dad sure got that right.

~L'elly.

5. January-

Bobbie:

Dinner last night was rather blah and today we resumed torture...I mean, classes. I did manage to see Draco at the Slytherin table and the Pansy-whore was draping herself all over him. I hate to say it, but I am jealous as a gal can be, and if I could fight her in the halls, I would knock her teeth out.

Alas.

I have to go do homework. The hellspawn assigned a ton of it.

Bah.

~L'elly.

7. January-