Justin Finch-Fletchley

You know, which ever rocket scientist who decided that placing a common room UNDER a massive lake needs to snog a Horntail. I'm wearing my wand out with that Bubble-head charm and having to spend three hours in the Infirmary to deal with my gimpage is getting old. Meggie says to stop whining. I think she just likes it when I suffer.

Other that that, reconstruction goes well. You would not BELIEVE some of the blueprints that Headmistress McGonagall has managed to come up with...and in some places, it's like the Castle is healing itself, but it sure couldn't do it with hundreds of people tramping around. I think one we can get the Slytherin and Hufflepuff Common rooms squared away, we can push through the rest without a problem, but we've got to shore up the foundation. Those giants gave the old girl some serious cracks in her footing.

Shut it.

Anyhow, three more days, and I get a day off and I can have a pint at the Hog's Head with Michael and Ant and the boys. I could have a pint during the week but honestly, better not to risk it. Especially since I'm spending evening studying for CoCM and Herbology. After that Astronomy and then I'm done. It's weird to think that I've only got a few more months left here, then I...have no idea what I'm going to do after.

( Feb, 1998 to the Battle of Hogwarts )
( May 2nd - October, 1998 )
( November 1998-Present  )

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That was bloody the dog's bollocks Bees Knees this morning. Did you SEE Fatty Carrow's FACE!? Everyone is wondering who did it, how to get it off....it was a blidning success!

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Well. You don't see that everyday, do you?

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I'm still knackered. Ginny's practise was brutal. The weird thing is...it made my hand feel better. I wasn't thinking about how bad it felt to use it. Maybe getting my arse kicked is the therapy I need to get myself back to rights.

I didn't do great. But I'm going to get better. A lot better. I need to do some writing thought. It's been too long since I did some work. Some real work.

I hope Megan liked her football kit. And her broom pendant. I miss her. A lot.

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I hope everybody got home safely from the express. It's bloody quiet in here without you all. Then again, it's nice to get sleep without Zach's snoring. And Wayne's mumbling. And Durmstrang's stink. Yes...I know he's got a name. I just don't like to use it, all right?

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You know...those of us staying for the hols should have a little party or something in the Great Hall. Since this is our last Christmas together, and whatnot. I'm sure they have a feast on Christmas Day but...something on Christmas Eve would be nice. WE could sing Christmas carols and give presents and such? I'll hide the mistletoe.

I'll be happy to get out of this term's classes with As. Seriously.

Got a letter from my parents the other day. With everything going on here...I forgot there's a world out there. Everyone is still in an uproar about the Princess of Wales. My parents went to the funeral; Mum said it was 'lovely'. Or as lovely as a funeral can be.

Princess Diana was my first big crush on a famous person. I just thought her posh and beautiful and graceful and...brave. I mean, princesses don't go to Africa and hold sick babies. Princesses didn't get up and speak against social issues. They didnt' go and get dirty. But she did. She was brilliant.

When I was very small, I wanted her to be my Mum too.

She kind of reminds me of Harry. Or Harry reminds me of her. So much was expected, and everyone forgets they're only human and need help once in a while.


I don't even know why I'm going on about Princess Diana. Except that's still the big news at home. That and Daisy wants to know everything about Hogwarts. I'm supposed to be writing, it's part of my therapy for my hand. Which is getting better. The right one, is at least. Madame Pomfrey doesn't know if I'll ever be able to play Quidditch again. Good thing we didn't play this year, huh?

Speaking of Madame Pomfrey, I need to see her again. Chudley just bit the hell out of my left hand. I think he's jealous of it. He must think it's another owl or something. Or that's his way of making me move it. Either way, now it hurts. Thanks Chudders.

Yeah, so who else wants to shut Malfoy the fuck up?

( some of the words are blurry and faded from the copying spell he had to use..so he's had to fill those in with his own writing (in bold letters) )

That's about it. I think.

For the record:

Skele-gro is not the vilst vilest potion ever created. That would be this std stuff Madame Pomfrey has me drinking.

Because of Skinny Carrow, I have some damage to my hands. I have to see Madame Pomfrey for potions to try and heel the muscels muscles in my hands, which is why my wrtng writing is soo bloody off. Long story short, no Quidich Quidditch try-outs for me any time soon.

Isn't Hogwarts grand?

I'm better. Mmdae Pmfrey let me hv m journl.

I'm better. I can have my journal now. Be back in 'Puff Sat. can't write mch much. Really tired now. Going back t sleep.

jff

So, between having to fend off a bevy of Hufflepuff second-years with tones for notes, treats and whatnot for one Anthony Goldstein, tripping over torn parchment and nearly being crushed by the throng down at Honeydukes, Scrivenshaft's and Dervish & Banges (I needed some new gloves for Herbology, my old ones were so threadbare the fanged geranium managedto get through them. Bloody plant), I managed to skiv off and had to scramble to finish my Herbology project for Professor Sprout. Since she knows where I live, I'd better not faff it off.

Hogsmeade turned out...pretty OK. Mostly awkward. I dunno. Something. The fresh air did me a world of good though.

[Private to the DA]

When are we meeting next? We've been much too quiet, all of us, but we can't go off half-cocked either. I don't know about anyone else, but we're really in need of some guidance. At least, I am.

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I still feel so guilty for what happened...whatever it was that happened...to Professor Sinistra. I know that what I did caused a buzz...people are looking for the next one. Maybe this whatever that Professor Lupin wants us to listen to will help give us some ideas. I'm glad he's out there. Even just to let us know what's really going on.

I miss Mum and Dad. I can't write them as much as I want to. I'm scared what will happen if the Ministry finally catches on. And Megan...I..I never talk to her anymore. Ever since that whole Warrington thing she's been...I dunno. Distant? Worried?

Or is it me? I'm so confused. About a lot. Like Lavender. She's a nice girl. I like her...but..well.

Oh shite.
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I think the only reason I'm not getting sick is because I have Herbology and get to go outside on a regular basis. However, if I get bitten by that bloody plant one more time, I'm going to get docked points by Professor Sprout for throwing it.

Is anyone else going out to go and see the northern lights? I saw them year before last, and it was brilliant.

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Even in new times, some things never ever change. Like, having loads of homework, losing at wizarding chess and letters from home reminding me to 'do well in school son and look to your future!'.

I know Dad means well, but sometimes...I wish he wasn't such a pukka sahib.

...has anyone heard at ALL if we're still getting Hogsmeade weekends? I need some chocolate parchment and ink and there's a book for my Herbology project that I need to pick up. There's five copies in the library, but I can never manage to time it right to check it out.

[Private]FINE go traipsing off with Warrington, see if I flipping care[/Private]

I have some chocolate frogs, whizzing fizzbees and mess of fudge. Who wants some?

Why did I want to come back to school again? I forgot. Three feet in Transfiguration? Bother.

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I didn't think that that many blokes could fit in my room.

you have got to bloddy be fucking kidding me no quidditch no brooms allowed what the blooody ruddy oh no cnpsirance, i'll give you comsoirance you greasy lame oh my god i fucking hate you HATE HATE HATE YOU

[Private to Megan, barely legible]
That fucking greasy git I'll---I swear to FUCKING GOD, fucking SNAPE.

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[Private to Ginny, Neville and Luna, also barely legible]
That fucking greasy git I'll---I swear to FUCKING GOD, fucking SNAPE. Whatever...I mean it...whatever...I'm in.

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Bloody hell. They changed the entire text list!?

Megan, want to head to Diagon tomorrow and pick everything up? Plus, I saw they've got new gloves at Quality Quidditch Supplies and mine are toast after that last pick up game in the garden.

Has anyone else picked up everything already? Or even heard of some of these books?

Six days and counting....

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Suddenly, I can't wait for school to start. Or...I should just head back to Milan. I haven't decided yet.

It's been a long, hot--actually, not very hot, it's been down right chilly in Britain. It was bloody broiling in Italy, but ever since I've been home, I've actually had to fight off a bit of a cold. Pepper-Upper Potion is the best invention ever.

Interesting news in the papers, eh wot?