She Said What?

Chapter 2: I Dislike Being Back at School

A/N: This particular chapter isn't all that exciting plot-wise – just a little more introduction. The next few chapters will admittedly feel like that, mostly because it's the beginning of year and the beginning of the story, but it'll be easier and more comfortable starting very soon.

So, enjoy...maybe.

Xx

September 2

9:16 AM
Status: Very sleepy

Today, I woke up on a mattress that wasn't mine in sheets I wasn't accustomed to in a room I've only seen once in my whole life. Talk about a shocker when I got up this morning with a jolt because I realized I overslept. Ugh.

To make matters worse, I have to re-adjust to thinking in school terms again, after my long, well-deserved vacation. I couldn't remember how to put my uniform on or where my books were in my trunk. Going over this again as I sit here in first period, pretending I care about the current lecture.

I am so very sleepy. Charms first period is ridiculous. Whoever made my schedule needs to be fired. I do love Professor Flitwick, but listening to him squeak so early about NEWT exams in the morning makes my head ache. I want to go back to bed for about twenty five years. Sleeping Beauty gets it way too easy.

We already have seating arrangements, you know. Flitwick took the liberty of making them for us on the first day. James Potter is sitting diagonally to the left of me. Alice is in front of him and beside me. Livvy is on my other side. This set-up makes it easy for Alice to give me piercing looks every time Potter opens his mouth, something she is very diligent about doing.

The window is open, letting the vivid sunshine bathe the room in light. Smells like summer in here. I doodled a lovely daisy in the corner.

Only nine months and a half months until I can go home. Or something like that. I've always been rubbish at maths.

12:34 PM
Status: Worn-out

Have made it all the way into lunch without a single nervous breakdown. Good progress – very good, actually. I'm only a little tired; but otherwise, I'm in pretty good condition. I've just got a lot of NEWTs/job/homework goop coming out of my ears, but that's normal by seventh year.

A few minutes ago, as I walking over to the Great Hall to eat, James Potter came up and informed me that we are going to be talking to Professor McGonagall this evening about some of our Head duties. I am supposed to be there at eight, no later.

He delivered his message and I continued on my way, because I was and still am bloody starving. I'm supposed to be eating with Alice and Olivia, but Livvy is being OCD again and has excused herself to wash her hands. When she's eating, she has to wash her hands at least twice in the midst of the meal – not to mention before and after. She can be very strange sometimes, but Alice and I have gotten used to it.

Alice is currently telling me about her holiday, not really caring that I'm writing while only half-listening to her. She just likes someone to talk at sometimes, with a few occasional "ums" and "ahhs" to make her feel a bit better; like right now. She's telling me about her holiday to New York City and how lovely the shops were over there.

I want to go on holiday to America. I want to see buildings that reach for the sky, big wide lots left open just for the hell of it. Listening to Alice only makes me want to go to class even less and I told her that. It's part of the reason I'm allowed to write as she talks.

Here in Scotland, I have Runes next. That means another lecture about NEWTs. Joy...

Livvy's back. Her hands are clean and she can proceed with eating. Alice rolls her eyes because now she has to tell Livvy about the story about the woman with the green mole again.