Monday 28th April
In
exactly a month’s time I will have sat my last First-Year test. How scary is
that? We have three weeks until our end-of-year exams. I just hope that I’ll be
ready. I still don’t feel like it. I just pray that I can learn a lot in the
next three weeks. Having Josie back has definitely helped though. It’s not that
I rely on her to tell me everything, of course not. She just has this way of
motivating me or pointing me in the right direction or making me think of
something that I had never considered before. Just that in itself, I’ve managed
to go from worrying about every single subject, to feeling as though I may pass
Astronomy and Charms at the very least. And maybe Herbology at a push. I’m
still struggling with Transfiguration, but with three more weeks’ worth of
classes (lessons begin again today) I think I may just be able to get it. Josie
wouldn’t look over my Potions essay for me for this morning’s class – she was
worried that she might be influenced to pinch something that I had written. I
swear, she isn’t doing as badly as she thinks she is. Also, I found out that
Professor Snape had been giving her private tutorials for Potions. There was
more than just that one off. Professor Snape, giving anyone help… is that even
possible? To add to that, a Ravenclaw… and private lessons. Okay, what? They’ve
definitely been keeping that on the downlow. That may sound like I’m a little
mad. I’m not. I just can’t believe that Snape out of all people would tutor
anyone, let alone someone not in Slytherin. Professor Flitwick must have put
him up to it, that’s all I’m saying.
*
Rightyo,
so today hasn’t been too bad. There really isn’t anything overly amazing to
report on though. Seamus set fire to his eyebrows whilst he tried again to make
the Wideye Potion. It was funny, but a little scary at
the same time though. I don’t know how he managed to do it – he’s always
accidentally setting fire to stuff. I managed to catch up with him during lunch
to see if he was alright – he is, thankfully. He has no eyebrows, but he’s okay.
Apparently, Madam Pomfrey said that they should grow back before the beginning
of the next academic year. I’m starting to wonder if the fiery colour of the
Potion had something to do with it. Herbology was okay too. Josie sat with us
again. I think that Professor Sprout was particularly happy about this, because
it meant that me and Jed didn’t give her silly answers to the questions that
she asked. Charms and Transfiguration weren’t too bad either.
Ooowh, and I very, very, very nearly got Flintifors. Professor McGonagall gave
us each a teeny-tiny mouse and it was our choice as to whether we practised
turning it into a matchbox (which I tried) or a snuffbox. I managed to
transform mine into a small, flat box. But it didn’t really look like a
matchbox. It didn’t have a rough side to strike a splint. At first when
Professor McGonagall examined it, she seemed impressed. “Nice attempt, Miss
Frost,” she said as she nodded at me. “You are definitely getting there.”
However, when she slid the centre compartment open, she shuddered, before
snapping it back closed. “Perhaps you may want to concentrate a little harder
and try again,” she muttered with a stern expression, as she placed the
matchbox back on my table. I frowned at her as she walked away. Wondering what
Professor McGonagall was so irritated by, Jed picked up my matchbox and looked
inside.
“Erm…
MJ,” he muttered. “I think you forgot to remove the mouse,” he said as he slid
the matchbox towards me. Opening the centre compartment, I jumped, dropping the
box onto the table. A pair of eyes stared back at me and a little nose with
whiskers began to twitch. I snapped my eyes shut and let out a breath. Being a
witch is hard work. You have to put up with some rather terrible surprises.
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Josie -
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