She Said What?

Chapter 57: I am Briefly Reprieved

A/N: Yes, this chapter is quite obviously filler. But the last chapter was extremely long and not-filler, slightly alleviating my guilt, and you do need to know the stuff brought up here, because without it, I'd be omitting an important background setting for the drama you're scheduled to get next chapter. So...yeah. There's your explanation for the less-than-fantabulous update.

Hope you like it anyway, though.

April 17

5:30 AM
Status: Sleepy

Okay, so...funny story. Really, really funny. Hilarious, in fact. Ready for this?

Right then.

So for this story to make sense, it is important to note (for once) the time and the status above for this entry. It's at five-thirty in the morning when I'm still very sleepy.

A reasonable question to ask at this point is, why would I be writing a diary entry at five-thirty AM when I have the consciousness of a near-comatose mute? Why would I waste my precious sleeping time with writing when I could be, well, sleeping?

Now here's where the "funny" part of the story comes in.

See, I woke up with a jolt twenty minutes ago, coming off a horrible dream somehow involving a pair of giant scissors, cherry blossoms, and molding pita bread, and I realized with a stroke of lightning that I hadn't written in my diary for ages.

I felt wrong and horrible, you know, having neglected this little book that has gotten me through all the up's and down's of this madcap year, so I went straight to my desk to pick it up and write...when I realized it was still five in the morning, I was still exhausted, and my last entry was only sixteen days ago.

Only sixteen days. I swear, to my scrambled-egg-omelette of a brain, that has felt like eternity and a half.

Upon making this discovery, then, I mentally slapped my disgruntled self for my idiocy and went back to bed. I cuddled up in my covers, willing myself to get some more rest – I'm on Easter vacation, so I should take advantage of these precious sleep-in days – but after twenty minutes of lying around wide-awake, I knew it was no use.

So, I ambled out of bed, yawning, and I began to write this entry. Right here, right now, as the sun rises outside my window.

Told you it would be a funny story.

But, as I'm here and have nothing better to do, I might as well fill in the sixteen-day gap that's been left gaping since I last wrote.

Currently, I'm on my Easter holidays, as I mentioned before. I've been home for almost a week thus far and I'm absolutely loving it. I go back in another week, I know, but the rest feels nicer than I can say. I'm starting to feel like me again – sleeping late, waking later, and padding about in slippers all day.

The last few days at Hogwarts before break were miserable. They were long and tedious and rounded off with a mountain of holiday homework to prepare us for the final stretch of NEWT preparation when we returned. I couldn't get out of there fast enough – the only things holding me back from just running far, far away were Alice and James.

Alice has been patient and lovely with me, despite her own disgust with using her brain, and James has made the long patrolling nights a pleasure. I mean, I know we're dating, but he's not one of those irritating boyfriends who always wants to hold hands, or kiss me, or act all mushy. We're still friends first and foremost and we've been content with just walking and talking, as we've always done, with maybe a little hand-holding sprinkled in when we feel particularly affectionate.

About a week ago, I asked Alice and James both to join me during the break, but Alice declared she wanted absolutely no human contact on her precious two weeks off (not even with me) and James's parents had already made plans to go backpacking in the German mountains. He offered to take me along, but I gave him a look and he subsided.