So far this House swap thing hasn't been as as bad as I thought it would be. Malfoy's still Malfoy, yeah, but other than having him around and SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM, it's been all right. Macmillan's an okay bloke, if a little excitable. It's kind of nice having Colin around just cos he's also a Gryffindor. And Goldstein's been the one showing us the 'ropes,' which has been okay too. Well, it was a bit scary the first day cos he was so ruddy excited
about everything. I swear to God, he must've told us every last ruddy detail about Rowena Ravenclaw ever recorded. If I didn't think he would've hexed me or, at least, blasted that shite he calls music in my ear to catch my attention, I might have fallen asleep.
Speaking of Wibstein, the other night Harry asked me to stop by and see him. So I did. It felt kind of odd at first cos the Fat Lady was being a bint and wouldn't let me into Gryffindor! As if she doesn't know who I am and that I really belong there! And then when I got into the common room, I saw random Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw people lounging around in my
common room wearing Gryffindor colours! Dodgy, that. Then I looked down at my own uniform and it just made everything else that much more out of sorts.
But it wasn't out of sorts in a bad
way. Just kind of different.
So Harry and I had a chat
about things. At first I thought something bad was bothering him but that wasn't it at all. It was about Wibstein.
I have to say I'm glad we had that talk. I've been worried about Harry for a long time, especially since he and Wibstein broke up. I realise why they did it and it made sense. But at the same time, it didn't make sense at all. I don't think I really knew why I thought that until after Hermione made me see what she did about us
. The same thing goes for Harry and Tony. I can't think of any other bloke I know that'd be good for Harry the way Wibstein can be, even if Hermione might not think the best of him all the time. He makes Harry happy and I know he's not got fucking secret adgenda for dating Harry Potter. That's important, cos anyone else would. And then I'd have to give them a talking-to and a hex or twelve, cos you just don't use a person for who they are...especially not my best mate. That's not fucking on.
I saw Errol come in a bit ago with a big bloody parcel for Bill. From the size of the parcel, I'm thinking that Mum was baking. I'd better go visit that prat before he eats everything.
And maybe I should try to work on telling him I'm happy he's happy again with Professor Lupin.