The Hogwarts Diaries

Kayla's Diary

With our O.W.L.s getting closer, the only thing I've had time for is revision, which is hardly interesting to write about. There's very little to say to be quite honest with you. Except that in a one particularly eventful day, we uncovered Potter's stupid band of outcasts practicing defence magic in a secret room upstairs. Stupid lot. 'Dumbledore's Army' they were calling themselves; army my arse, they were no match for the Inquisitorial Squad. Their discovery did also lead to Dumbledore's removal as Headmaster of Hogwarts, so now we have Umbridge instead. That woman gets everywhere doesn't she? Like a cold that just won't go away. Or if you believe those stupid rumours, like You-Know-Who, back again according to the famous Scar-headed Chosen Wonder.

So besides that upheaval, its been relatively peaceful. Which was fantastic but it wasn't quite us. Normal just doesn't suit us; Slytherin royalty. I would say we were the only ones causing a scene to liven things up, but our attempts were unusually overshadowed by those ginger abominations known more widely as Fred and George Weasley.

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It had been a fun day with Draco and I winding up Pansy Parkinson all the way through our study lesson, with Snape, unfortunately. At least it wasn't Umbridge - I cannot stand looking at her ridiculous pink outfits for more than one lesson a day, and we'd already had her first period telling us how the Minister was expecting the DADA students to have the highest OWL scores on record with her 'revolutionary' teaching method. Revolutionary is one word. It's not the one I'd use. Crap is another. And it's one that I would use to describe that toad's horrific attempts at educating us on defensive magical spells. Even the half-breed werewolf was better. Moody was the best, until we found out he was really a murdering Death Eater under Polyjuice Potion's influences. As much as I'm a Pureblood and everything, I have a really strong dislike for Death Eaters. Yeah, mudbloods shouldn't have magic and rights and an education like those who are Pure. Even half-bloods are fine, I'd cope with that. Blood traitors are a bit iffy but at least they haven't cheated their way into magic that millions could only dream of. Where did the muggles even get it? That's what they really are - jumped up muggles stealing our magic. See, I dislike all that stuff as much as your average Pureblood but there has to be a better way of stopping it than killing and torturing them.

Anyway, we'd left our study lesson in a good mood, despite the ache at my roots where Pugface had latched her claws into my hair and yanked particularly hard. Scrawny little bitch. Still, she's now sporting some rather fetching red scratches across her cheek from where my nails dug into her face. They left long trails behind them, splitting the skin which is now scabbing over. She looks even cheaper and shabbier than before. How she made it into Slytherin amazes me, she has no self-respect or self-preservation. She doesn't even merit being in school. Besides being ugly, she's fairly thick too, and a gossiping cow to boot. Thank Merlin it's not too long until the Easter holidays and she can bugger off home to her skanky mother.

The lesson following our fight had been a tense one as Draco, Nat and I walked in to find Pansy staring daggers at us across the room with narrowed eyes. I could've insulted her further, telling her that screwing her face up so not only made her look like a pug, but a pug's backside. I didn't though. Because I'm mature like that. Instead Draco kissed me on the lips before sauntering off to sit with Blaise; whilst I took my seat next to Nat, the other side empty seeing as Aurelia had gone.

Nat and I chatted quietly through the lesson about what had gone on before. That and her new boyfriend who I had still not met, but at least she divulged some information, which was good I guess. I told her I wanted to meet him in the holidays; she didn't look so thrilled, so we moved onto planning my birthday party instead. Sweet Sixteen already and it had to be amazing. We decided everyone could come, just so we could show off how amazing it was going to be. I even thought I'd ask Draco if we could have it at his place because it's enormous and grand so that it'd be even more spectacularly impressive. We did a lot of work, as you can probably tell.

As Nat and I linked arms to leave, Draco still someway behind in deep conversation with Blaise, we were suddenly halted as we entered the main corridor by a sudden bright light, a loud bang followed by some smaller cracking noises, and then a whoosh as a giant multicoloured firework whizzed by. Natalie and I ducked, avoiding the rampant rocket and were about to stand again when more zoomed round the corner and flew over our heads. Umbridge suddenly bustled onto the scene adding another clash of colour and began sending jinxes and vexes at the fireworks that didn't seem to be dying out. And as one of her spells hit a passing cartwheel, it multiplied and became even more hectic. The crowd gathered erupted in laughter as she began turning redder and hopped about maddened; shrieking at Filch not to curse them as though it was he that cast he spell.

The rest of the day was filled with our newly appointed Headmistress Umbridge's futile attempts to remove the fireworks from the castle. We were sat in Charms when one whizzed in through the door, and he sent for Umbridge to rid us of it, claiming he "wasn't sure whether or not he had the authority". I can't say I didn't laugh at the toad's face as he told her so.

We had more cause to chuckle later the next day, after spending our evening watching the fireworks whip around the halls and Umbrige run after them on her stubby legs. We were all surprised she hadn't managed to trip herself up in that ridiculous pink tweed skirt. Then we found out it was the Weasley Twins that set them off as we sat and ate dinner in the Great Hall, and despite my hate for the freckly, ginger Blood Traitors, I was surprisingly proud of them for their actions. Although their feat of hilarity had completely overshadowed ours on a far grander scale, so our efforts were wasted, but it was still a great laugh.

***

"So formal wear, right?" Nat checked as she set about writing out the invitations for my party.

"Yeah, it's my sixteenth, I want everyone to look smart. Plus I don't want Draco's parents thinking I'm just letting any old people into their house. I'm so lucky Draco managed to persuade them, they're usually quite strict about these things. Anyway, is Dante going to be making an appearance at last?" I looked at my best friend until she finished the line she was writing and propped her head up on her hand.

She thought a while before giving me a 'maybe,' and carrying on with the invitation. I stared at Natalie incredulously and waited for her to reveal more information. It never came. And so I snatched her quill off of her and sat on her lap, holding her face in my hands. 

"He'd better be there Natalie Rosalyn Smith! I can't not have met my best friend's boyfriend after... how long have you two been together?" 

She shurugged at me and scrunched up her face, trying to wriggle out of my grip. I tapped her on the nose sharply and she looked up at me very sternly, me staring right back at her. Until we both burst out laughing. Hard. Too hard because she tickled me and I ended up falling to the floor, dragging her with me. God knows what everyone else in the Common Room thought. It was rather rare to see anyone in our house in such frolics so they were probably rather scared if I'm entirely honest. Their looks of displeasure made me laugh even harder until my stomach muscles ached with the effort. 

We'd just about gained control, Nat having been in the same position as me, begging for the hysterics to stop, when a group of feet stopped by our heads. The feet were clad in smart, black shoes that met with similarly smart black trousers. I knew without looking who they belonged to and my suspicions were confirmed when a rich voice spoke up over our yelps of pain. 

"Well, well, well. This is an interesting position to find you two in now, isn't it." Blaise looked down at the pair of us and rolled his eyes. Another voice that I knew all too well joined his. 

"Especially seeing as I wasn't invited. That's not very fair is it Miss Ashton? Miss Smith?" Draco's grey eyes met mine as he reached down two hands to help us up. Only he didn't catch the quick glance between Natalie and I, and so it was with a girlish squeal that he joined us on the floor in a heap of giggles. Trying to keep a straight face I snuggled into him and kissed him on the nose. 

"Hmm... nope. But it's a good job you're here now then isn't it. Cause me and Nat were just writing up my birthday invitations and we wouldn't want you missing out on that, would we Draco..."