No more Quidditch.
Merlin, what am I going to DO till the end of the term if I can't play QUIDDITCH??!!>!>!
I suppose Harry and I (and Ginny and a few others) could play some pick-up games... unless they're going to ban us from going outside as well! Besides the fact that the rest of the season's been cancelled, Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch tallied up the season and awarded the Quidditch Cup to Slytherin!
I suppose they'll be presented with the ruddy cup tonight at evening meal and I don't think I'll be able to stomache it. Bunch of sodding cheats, they are! I don't even want to THINK about how Malfoy's going to be strutting about the school now. If Montagit is any indication of how poncy and WE'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE the Slytherin players are going to be, I can only imagine how horrifying Malfoy'll be. Fuckwit.
I don't want to think about it.
I'll think about... better stuff.
Like how Hermione and I are okay again. We're talking now and we-- we're close again. I DONT EVEN WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT MUGGLE COMDOMITE THINGEE THOUGH OR I'LL LOSE MY HEAD. Merlin, what an--UGH. It was ruddy ODD, that! I'll put it on again if I have to for her cos I won't be able to stand us not being able to do that otherwise but still.. I get the heebie-jeeberiewhosiewhatsits every time I think about it.
She made me talk to her a little bit about Harry and Tony and I think that made it a bit easier for me
to be able to talk to Harry about the whole thing. Then again, we did get pretty pissed the other night in the Room of Requirement. I reckon I had about six or so butterbeers before I could really tell him anything. It was dodgy for a while but I'm glad I kind of told him stuff. At least it's not totally bottled up anymore.
Bill's around this weekend; maybe he and I can do something today before the Ball.
Bloody hell, I ought to see about my dress robes.