Monday 7th April
Wow.
It’s been over a month since Jed and Josie fought. I can’t believe that the two
of them are able to hold grudges for so long. I can tell he misses her too
though; he just tries not to show it. We were studying in the library on Friday
when he said to me, “You know, Josie would love this,” and pointed to a
photograph in a book of people having a tea party with dancing cups, teapots
and cake. I gave him a longing look and he quickly flicked the page over. I
wish Josie had been there to see that then maybe, just maybe, she would come
back to us.
Jed’s
still being acting up. I can’t tell what’s wrong with him, I really can’t. One
minute he’s fine and then the next he’s getting himself into trouble. He and
Blondie have been winding each other up a lot too – I’m surprised that they’re
still friends. They insult one another so often, it’s unbelievable. If anyone
ever called me a thick-skulled troll with a face full of toads’ boils and the
body of a crippled salamander, then I would never speak to them again. And
that’s without being told that I’m so stupid that Madam Pomfrey wouldn’t
realise that someone had cast the Curse of the Bogies hex on me, because I
already have snot for brains. I mean how insulting can you get? But they’ll be
best friends by dinner again. Boys… I’ll never understand them.
*
I
guess I’m getting there with the spells. I can kind of do Spongify – my
textbook hasn’t turned bouncy yet, but it’s gone kind of soft and a little
fury. I can do Incendio. I’m a little annoyed that I only mastered that one
last week; it’s warm now, so I don’t really need it. Over winter I saw Granger
using it and keeping the flame in a jar. Josie had used it once as well to
start the fire in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Jed seems particularly good as
this one – it was the first of the new charms that Professor Flitwick taught us
that he got within the first lesson of practising. He was so pleased with
himself and I’m really proud of him – I just hope that he doesn’t set anything
or anyone on fire when he’s angry, or on accident. I can lock things too… I
just haven’t been able to master unlocking them, which actually seems the more
important of the two. Oh, and don’t get me started on Tarantallegra; it’s never
going to happen. I think that I have wished to do this spell the hardest, and
not just because I want to copy Josie either, but because it seems so cool.
It’s just so frustrating. I’m never going to get it. Never, ever, ever.
Transfiguration
spells aren’t going too badly either. I’ve just about managed to do Flintifors
– the spell that transforms a sparrow (or any small animal) into a matchbox. I
did it once. I managed to get a matchbox, but it did kind of jump a little. If
this spell happens to be our practical exam, I could always just hold it the
second that I’ve made it, that way Professor McGonagall might not notice if it
flutters a little. I’m starting to get a hang of the transfigurating formula.
It has something to do with the power of your mind (which is a little different
from your concentration) and also how strongly you mean it when you cast the
spell. I guess it’s kind of easier to say, if you aren’t paying attention and
you try to sloppily say a spell, it’s never going to work. You really have to really
try at it. However, if you try too hard, let’s say to create a matchbox, you
may end out setting fire to it. I guess that’s kind of a little similar to
something that Professor Quirrell said to us when we did a practical on
Hallowe’en. He didn’t want the boys doing spells on the girls, because he was
afraid that, as they didn’t know their own wizarding strength, they may hurt us
more.
*
Something
that just popped into my head, this happened on Friday. Okay, it was kind of
bad and if it happened to anyone else or by anyone else, I might have been
really mad at them, but it was actually pretty funny. After leaving Potions, I
walked a little behind Pansy with Scarlett and Priscilla. We were talking about
how Seamus had accidentally set fire to one of Professor Snape’s textbooks –
that boy is always getting into trouble with fire, it’s funny. Anyway, just
before we reached the Great Hall, I saw the Weasley twins stick their heads out
from around the staircase next to the door. There was a third with them – a
small red-head. The twins muttered something, then when the other with them
pointed, they shot their wands and shouted what I think is the spell, “Colovaria,” but there was another word that I didn’t quite catch. A
green spark shot out of each of the boys’ wands towards Pansy. Staggering back,
she screamed. Her hair became neon green. I threw a hand over my face, trying
not to laugh. Priscilla and Scarlett ran to Pansy’s side. Looking over to the
pranksters, I saw them admiring their work through their laughter as they
wandered into the Great Hall. It was then when I caught the identity of the
third person who was with them. It was Josie. My smile grew even bigger. I
always knew that Josie would have loved to pull a stunt like this.
As for Pansy, she ran off to the toilets, too embarrassed
to come inside the Great Hall. Me, Priscilla and Scarlett had to spend the
entire hour of lunch trying to lure her out of there. She just kept blubbering
and flushing the chain, hoping that no one would hear her, but that only made
things worse. Moaning Myrtle
(she’s a ghost who haunts the girls’ toilets. I think she died in there or
something, but I’ve been too afraid to ask her. I bet Josie knows – Myrtle was
a Ravenclaw) floated her way in and started pointing and laughing at Pansy. I
have to admit, I’ve never seen that ghost smile before, I guess Pansy cheered
two people up in one day. But the jesting from Moaning Myrtle only made Pansy
worse. She refused to speak to any of us. We had Defence Against the Dark Arts
next. Scarlett stayed behind with her, whilst Priscilla and I promised to fill
them in on whatever they missed. After class, before Charms, me and Priscilla
stopped by the girls’ toilets to see if Pansy was still in there. You could
hear here crying halfway down the corridor. I have no idea why a teacher didn’t
go in there and check it out – then again everyone probably just thought it was
Myrtle.
We
did manage to convince Pansy to come with us to the nurse, Madam Pomfrey, who
managed to change her hair colour back to black in a matter of seconds.
However, Pansy was so hysterical that she refused to come to Charms and stayed
in the Hospital Wing right up until dinner time. She was so overreacting. Okay,
so I can see why she went into a bit of a meltdown, but did she honestly not
think that there was a spell to reverse it? Even I knew that there would be.
Like I said before though, if this spell was done on anyone else and by anyone
else, I would have totally defended the person whose hair got discoloured, but
something about this seemed a little amusing.
- Josie -
