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Old March 16th, 2008, 1:13 pm
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Wanted: Romeo

Disclaimer: I do not own all of the Harry Potter-related characters or stuff, they belong to the very amazing JKRowling, and I'm just using them in my story.

This is my very first attempt to Fan Fiction.
Most characters in this story are my own, the story is set in HP 4; GoF. I hope you like it, and I hope my english is good enough not to bother you too much.


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Sunday, September 1st

10 a.m.

Sunday morning. Always a relaxed time of the week, when you can sleep until noon, wake up very slowly and go down to the kitchen to get a big cup of coffee and maybe a small egg, in order not to starve. Then crawl back into bed and read an “interesting” newspaper or a “good” novel. Yes, Sunday morning is the most beautiful time of the week. At least, that’s what I thought until I was woken this morning in an almost cruel way by my former “best friend”, Leah.

Well, it wasn’t “almost” cruel, it was cruel: she had thrown a glass of water in my face. If you are looking for any creative ways to wake up, trust me, don’t try that one. But it did work, actually. I sat up very quickly.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m waking you up, we’re late,” she said, in a casual tone, putting the empty glass on my nightstand.

“We’re not late!” I said, and I crawled back under the covers.

“Yes, we are,” Leah said, and pulled the sheets of the bed. “It’s almost ten o’clock and you are still in your pajamas. We’re going to miss the train!”

“No, we aren’t, we just will be fashionably late. And when we arrive, the train will already be gone and then we have to walk to school. It’s good for you, really.”

Leah looked not very amused. “Ha-ha, very funny. Now get up.”

I stared at her with an innocent expression. “Yes, mum,” I said, trying to sound sweet.

I was just standing in front of my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear to the station, when my brother, Dave, shouted from downstairs: “Juliet, mum says that if you haven’t packed all your things in 5 minutes, she will come upstairs and do it for you!”

Leah looked at me in astonishment. “You haven’t packed yet?!”

“No, not yet, I just… didn’t have the time.” I thought it was a rather good excuse, but Leah seemed to think differently about it.

Even though she didn’t like my lack of timing, she was very happy that she could make a planning for us. She so luuurves things like that. She went all happy and so on. Very, very annoying. “Ok, this is the plan: I’ll pack your things, and then you can get dressed and eat something, ok?”

“Can I also go back to sleep?”

“Jools, how many times do I have to tell you? If you go asleep now, we’ll miss the train.”

“Relax, please. We’ve got loads of time, I assure you.’

5.30 p.m.

We did not have loads of time, as you might have guessed. At 10.30 a.m., I said quickly goodbye to my mother and dear ten year old little sister, but my sister stopped me when I wanted to open the front door, because she wanted a “proper” goodbye. She is so wise for her age.

It took me ages to say goodbye to her in a way she approved of, and of course it was already 5 minutes later when I was finished. We ran to the car, and got in very quickly. It took us a while to drive away, as my father always has problems with driving. Even though he says cars are “fascinating” and so on, he doesn’t have that much knowledge about it.

We arrived at the station at 10.55 and ran to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. That is to say, I thought we were running to those, but then I accidentally bumped into the barrier between platforms seven and eight. Typical.

Dave shouted: “You know, Jools, if we are late and indeed miss the train; it’s good to know that it’s all your fault and Leah and I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“Oh, shut up, I’m trying to concentrate,” I said.

“On what? On walking through the right barrier this time?” Leah said sarcastically.

“You know, Leah, sarcasm and irony won’t bring you any further in this world,” I said.

“Says who? Says the person who uses sarcasm like… all the time?”

“That’s right. And now we have to hurry up, because we’re missing the train, as you might not have noticed.”

And before she could say anything, I fell casually through the barrier.

The train, of course, was ready to leave, and we had to run to make it. I didn’t have time to say goodbye to my father, which I didn’t mind that much because most of the time I pretend I don’t know who he is. At eleven o’clock sharp, we jumped on the train, just as it drove away.
Once we were inside, Dave said. “Well ladies, I would love to stay and chat, but I don’t think I’m in the mood. See you later. And Juliet, please, do not embarrass me.”

I was just about to say: “Why would I-” When he walked away.

“Ok, let’s find the others,” Leah said, who probably wanted to talk to someone else but me. She really is, as I’ve said many times before, the best friend I could ever wish for.

We walked through the whole train, and then, at the very back, Flo, Sarah, Claire (my other three best friends) and, to my great dislike, Loony Lovegood sat in the last compartment. Magnificent. I had to spend a six hour journey to Hogwarts with none other than Loony.

I sat down next to Flo and asked in a low voice: “What is she doing here?”

She did not have to ask who I was talking about. “Well, we were all sort of fashionably late, and this compartment was the only one which was not indescribably full. And, unfortunately, it came including Loony.”
I sighed.

Claire had overheard us talking, because she wasn’t interested in listening to Leah, who was telling everything that had happened this morning and that we had almost missed the train, and said: “You would think she would have grown on you, now you have slept with her in the same dormitory.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Claire, do you know who Luna is, actually?”

“As a matter of fact I do. I can’t help it that I want to have a little peace in the world.”

“No, indeed you can’t help it,” Flo said. “You should have been in Hufflepuff, you are so unbelievably sweet.”

“Thanks, but I’m very happy in Gryffindor.”

“Yes, I know, but it is a fact that Gryffindor people are always very brave and so on, which proves they like war, doesn’t it?” I said thoughtfully.

“I don’t think you’re right, Jools. Being brave has absolutely nothing to do with war.” Flo said. “And I still haven’t figured out why you are in Ravenclaw, by the way. You don’t possess any of the required qualities, do you?”

“Yes, I was wondering the same thing,” Leah said, apparently immediately forgetting what she was talking about. “I mean… You’re not smart, you’re not eager to learn…”

(Can you imagine your best friend saying stuff like that to you? Probably not, because you’ll probably have normal friends who at least pretend they are nice. But mine don’t even try to pretend. They just say everything that comes into their minds. But whatever, we’re still inseparable and we always will be.)

“Well, I think I’m very smart. And I have a lot of talent-” I said casually, but I was interrupted by Leah.

“A talent for what? Making as much sarcastic jokes as you possibly can?”

I looked at Flo, Claire and Sarah for support, but they were all nodding like… Nodding dogs. It seemed they agreed with Leah. Great.

“Maybe you have a hidden talent,” a dreamy voice suddenly said. Luna seemed to have heard everything we just said, I had forgotten she was there.

“Er… A hidden talent?” we all asked at the same time.

“Yes a hidden talent. Just a talent you have always had but never had the chance to show someone you had… Or maybe you don’t even know you have it yourself.”
That remark silenced us for half a minute.

“You know, I like that,” I finally said. Luna looked very pleased with this, and then took out the Quibbler and started to read it.

Sarah sighed. “Well, when you have found out what your hidden talent is, you are free to tell us. But don’t count on us to be still around, as it might take you a short while to figure it out… Or a few years, perhaps… Or a few decades…” I threw a book at her face.

The rest of the journey passed in silence, as no one was in the mood for another argument. Around one o’clock, both Claire and Flo fell asleep, Claire at my right side and Flo on my left side. Their heads fell down on my shoulders and I was unable to move without waking them up. It started to rain harder and harder and the lights went on very early. Somewhere in the afternoon, Ginny Weasley stopped by to say hello and chat for a short while. She was very nice to us, as she always was, and I tried to be as nice as I could to her. When she left ten minutes later, Leah started to talk about her. If there’s one thing that she really likes apart from planning things, it is gossiping. She can’t live without gossip. She gossips every day in every place about everyone. And she doesn’t always say bad things about people, she can also say nice things (surprisingly enough).

“She so nice isn’t she? Ginny, I mean.” Leah said, smiling.

Sarah didn’t look interested at all. “Yeah, I suppose,” she said, without even looking up from the book she was reading. It was the book I had thrown at her about two hours ago.
Sometimes it’s really annoying: she’s such a bookworm, she reads everything she sees.

Leah went on, not waiting for my reaction. “I mean, she’s really a person to whom you can talk… It’s like she understands everything, and she’s nice to everyone.”

“Don’t you ever have the idea that’s she sometimes is… too nice?” I asked, although I wasn’t that interested.

“I don’t think a person can ever be too nice,” Luna said in a vague voice, while she put away her magazine.

Leah didn’t pay any attention to her. “What do you mean?” she asked me.

“You see… She is very nice, I agree, but sometimes a bit too nice, it’s unnatural.” I said.
Sarah now looked up from her book. She knew it could become interesting when Leah and I disagreed, once again.

“No, I don’t think it’s unnatural. You know, if I hadn’t met you before I met her, I think she would have been my best friend,” Leah said with an “I-can’t-believe-I-still-have-to-explain-this-to-you”-expression.

“Ah, you’re sweet,” I said sarcastically. “Oh, by the way, I’ve brought a bottle of water. It’s lying right next to you; can you please give it to me?”

“Yeah, sure. Here you go,” she handed me the bottle.

“Thanks,” I said and opened it. And the moment she looked sideways, I threw the water into her face. That will teach her. Sarah almost fell on the ground for laughing. Leah cried:
“EW!! JULIET!! Why did you do that?!”

“You can guess three times,” I said, looking amused.

Leah’s cry had woken up Flo and Claire, who almost fell on the ground.

“Leah, couldn’t you have put off that scream for another 20 seconds? I was just in the middle of a very important dream,” Flo said.

Leah ignored her. “Ok, Jools, I know I’ve said some things about you that weren’t very… nice, but I have just been a bit annoyed with you since this morning-”

“I thought you have been annoyed with her since… ever?” Claire said, suppressing a yawn.

“No, since this morning,” Leah said, annoyed. “And Jools, I’ll promise you never to be mean to you ever again. So… are we square?”

I stared in front of me, very thoughtfully, for a moment. Then I looked at the others, who were all nodding again like they were my pets, and to Flo, who shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok, we’re square. But I still think you have to make it up to me, though.”

“I’ll do anything you want.”

“Great, that’s settled then,” I said happily. “Then you can carry my trunk to the carriage when we arrive, because I’m not in the mood to do it myself.”

“Ok, that’s total rubbish. Do I really have to do that?”

“Oh, yes you do!”

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Re: Wanted: Romeo

7.00 p.m.

Have just made a memorable entrance into the Great Hall. People will be talking about it for years, I’m sure.

When we stepped out of the train and we nearly saw the carriages, Flo stopped me and said: “Do you know where my wand is?”

I sighed. “Flo, I have no idea. I never keep watch on things like that. Don’t you just have it in your pocket?”

“No, I don’t. I already checked. I think I left it in the train. I want to go back and have a look. Do you want to come with me?”

I shrugged my shoulders. I wasn’t that much in the mood to spend the rest of the journey to school with Leah, so I agreed with Flo to go with her (even though I also wasn’t in the mood to get wetter. It wasn’t just raining anymore; it was pouring.), and I told Leah not to wait for us.

We sort of “ran” back to the train, which was very difficult as there were so many people. After what felt like an hour, we finally reached the compartment we had sat in.

“Ok, it has to be here somewhere,” Flo said, sounding very confident.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I think I am, but it’s hard to tell, because I haven’t really paid attention to where I left it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Magnificent. Then again, we have ages to look for it, so don’t worry.”
“Oh, shut up.”

Oh, that’s nice. We looked for 10 minutes or so, and finally, when I was lying on the ground to see if her wand was there, Flo screamed: “Yes, found it!”

“Where was it?”

“In my other pocket!”

Typical. First, she forces me to go back with her, then she makes me look for her wand, and then she finds out she had in her pocket all along.

“Great,” I said. “Can we go now, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that the carriages might already be gone and I think the train is going to drive away very soon.”

“Ok,” Flo said happily, apparently pleased with herself.

We walked back through the train, which was now completely deserted. And the moment I put my feet on the platform, was the very moment that the train started to move again. Flo screamed, as she always does when something unexpected happens. Sometimes that’s very annoying and uncool, mostly because it scares me when she does it at unexpected times (i.e. always). Anyway, we set off to the carriages, and unfortunately, it was still raining: harder than ever. I’ve never been so wet before in my whole life, not even in the shower.
Flo still looked very pleased with herself while we walked (because she had found her wand, I think. She was so proud.), but that changed when we arrived at the place where the carriages were supposed to be. Except they weren’t. ****.

This was just great. NOT. And it was all Flo’s fault. I said this to her, and she didn’t really like it.

“In my defense, you agreed to go with me,” she said.

I sighed deeply. “So what do we do now?” I asked desperately.

“Well, we’ve got two options,” Flo said, as if she was presenting some stupid prizes I could win if I solved the puzzle. “One: we could stay here and hope for someone to find us and bring us save and quickly to school.” She paused, as if she wanted me to say something. I did, finally, annoyed as I was.

“I don’t like that, we’ll get wet.”

Flo raised an eyebrow.

“Ok, wetter than we already are,” I said, more annoyed (if possible).

Flo went on with presenting. “Or two: we can walk to school.”

“Which part of “rain” and “getting wet” don’t you understand, Flo?”

“I understand it all perfectly, but we don’t have many options. Or do you have a better idea?”

“I-” I began, but then the most brilliant idea popped into my mind. “I’ve got a brilliant idea,” I said quickly, and turned around and walked away as quickly as I could (with my hands above my head, so as not to get wet). Flo followed me closely.
“What is the plan?” she asked, but I pretended as if I couldn’t hear her. Not that much later, we arrived at the lake, where the last new first years were climbing in the last 3 boats. Hagrid was standing next to them.

“Oh no,” Flo said. “I am not, under any circumstances, getting into those boats again.”

I grinned. “What, are you scared?”

“No, of course not!” she spluttered.

“Ok, good,” I said. “Hey… Hagrid!” I yelled.

He turned around. “Juliet,” he said, smiling. “Not into trouble yet, are yeh?”

‘No, not just yet,” I said. “Flo and I were just wondering if we could go to Hogwarts in a boat, because we, er… missed the carriages.”

“That’s all right,” Hagrid said. “Yeh can go with these two,” and he gestured to the last two shy-looking first years who were just climbing into the last boat.

“Thanks,” I said, and Flo and I stepped into the boat.

When we sat and were floating on the water, I asked Flo: “So what do you think is so scary about this?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Well, it’s, er… a, you know, a boat.”

“Yes, I know that, as a matter of fact. But what can possibly happen?”

At that moment, a tiny first year fell into the lake and a few seconds later he was put back in the boat by the giant squid.

“That could happen,” Flo said.

“Shall I push you in, then? Perhaps it’s all good fun.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not.”

The two first years we were in the boat with hadn’t said a thing yet the whole way, but they were staring at us with their mouths open. When we were on shore again, they weren’t the only ones staring anymore. It seemed all the first years thought of us as “Interesting creatures who do not belong here.” Which in fact we were.

“I feel like a monkey in a zoo,” Flo whispered to me while we were walking to the Entrance Hall behind the queue of first years. I had a laugh-attack, something the “sweet” first years found very interesting. Then the queue stood suddenly still and so did we.

“Duck down,” Flo whispered to me urgently, and she pushed me down.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised, but then I hear McGonagall’s voice coming from not that far away.

“See?” Flo whispered. “If she had seen us, she would probably have given us detention for the rest of the year.”

That made sense. “And I wanted to take the good path this year,” I said, trying to create an innocent look.

We waited for McGonagall to finish her talk and when she turned around to lead the way we got up and walked behind the first years into the Great Hall. When we got in, I heard people giggling and saw them pointing in a very subtle way, but I pretended at is I didn’t notice. Very quickly, because we didn’t want McGonagall to notice us, we walked to our house tables. Flo hurried off to the Gryffindor table, where she sat nest to Claire, who winked at me and then mouthed to Flo: “Where were you?”

I hurried to the Ravenclaw table, where I squeezed myself onto the bench between Sarah and Leah just as McGonagall turned around again.

My supposedly “best friend” (Leah) did not see the fun of everything. While Sarah was trying really hard not to laugh like a loon, Leah was busy telling me off for my “horrible entrance”, as she called it. “You are so childish,” she said. “What were you doing anyway?”

“Well, as you know, I went back to the train with Flo, and when we came back, there weren’t any carriages left. So… The smartest person in the world, me, decided to take the boats.”

“Why can’t you just be on time?”

“Shut up, Leah, I’m trying to concentrate,” I said, and I pretended to be interested in the Sorting Hat’s Song, which is never interesting and never will be. Then, when the tiny little first years were sorted into the houses, Sarah and I cheered very enthusiastically every time someone was sorted into Ravenclaw.

“I really don’t know why,” I said to Sarah. “First years are sooo annoying.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Sarah said. “But we have to remember that they are the future, so we have to make them feel welcome.”

Mmmm, well said.

8.30 p.m.

Dinner was marvelous, of course, and after that Dumbledore had his “talk” or something. The fact that the Forest is out-of-bounds for students was of course old news, and I wasn’t really listening. But then I heard Dumbledore say: “It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year.”
I looked at Sarah and Leah in a horrified way; I love Quidditch. It’s just… cool. The only problem is that I can absolutely not play it myself, but still, it’s the most beautiful sport in the world. Sarah and Leah shrugged their shoulders: they didn’t care. I quickly looked over to the Gryffindor table, where Flo and Claire were already staring at me in the same way as I was staring at them. (I think so, because I couldn’t see how I was staring at them, if you know what I mean.)

Dumbledore was already rambling on about an event that will be starting in October, but I didn’t pay attention. I was still astonished about the earlier announcement. But then something woke me up. A deafening rumble of thunder woke me up and the door of the Great Hall banged open. I couldn’t see who came in, because Leah was sitting in front of me (i.e. she was spoiling my view), but I could see it was a very old man.

“Who is it?” I asked Sarah. She shrugged her shoulders, but my question was answered not that much later, when Dumbledore said: “May I introduce our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Moody.”

We were astonished, again, and nobody clapped, except for Dumbledore and Hagrid, but they stopped quite quickly. Dumbledore continued happily with his story about the “event.”

Finally he got to the point, and said: “… It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”

Sarah was already mouthing “Merlin’s knickers-collection on a stick,” to me, but then Fred Weasley said loudly: “You’re JOKING!” and we nearly died of laughing.

After Dumbledore had explained everything about the tournament and had told us to go to bed, we got up and were only seconds later joined by my brother, Dave, who was of course very happy about the Triwizard Tournament, as he is able to participate.

“Marvelous, don’t you think?” he said to me.

“What, the tournament? Yeah, it will be cool. Do you want to participate?” I said.

“Well, I would like to, and I’m able to, as I’m turning 17 on October 29th. But you should try to tell mum that I’m going to participate. I think she would come here herself and do something about it. Kill me, perhaps…”

Leah, who was still in a very annoying mood, said: “You will be killed in the tournament anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

Dave looked at her, bewildered. Sarah and I looked at her bewildered. We were all bewildered.

Leah likes this sort of tournaments so much. I said this to her when we were walking to our common room. I said: “You like this sort of tournaments so much, don’t you, Leah?”

She didn’t even bother to reply.

9.00 p.m.

Turns out that Leah doesn’t want to talk to me anymore because she thinks she can’t have meaningful conversations with me. But she is wrong. She can have very meaningful conversations with me. I found this out when she had gone away to take a shower and I was in the dormitory with Sarah and Loony. Loony lives (thank God) in a world of her own, so I could ask Sarah why Leah didn’t want to talk to me anymore.

“She thinks she can’t have meaningful conversations with you,” Sarah answered.

“Why? Why? Why would she think that? You can have perfectly meaningful conversations with me,” I said

“I think she thinks that you are kind of… witty, you know?”

No, I didn’t know. She wasn’t finished yet, though: “And you are kind of… sarcastic, sometimes, and you think everything is a joke. At least, that’s what she says. And I think she has got a point.”

SHE HAS GOT A POINT?! This is becoming war, and Sarah has chosen the side of my worst enemy. Fabulous. Well, if they don’t want to talk to me anymore, I won’t talk to them either.

10.00 p.m.

This means that my only two mates are in Gryffindor and I have only Loony to talk to in my dormitory. Bugger.



Old March 19th, 2008, 12:59 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Monday, September 2nd

8.00 a.m.

Leah and Sarah have formed their own little gang against me, so I’m having brekky at the Gryffindor-table today. Flo and Claire refuse to choose a side; they are very childish.

When I asked them why, Claire simply said: “Well, I think Leah might have a point, but I very much love you and I don’t want to loose you as one of my besty mates.”

Flo also said something, but I couldn’t hear what because she had her mouth full of scrambled eggies. When I asked politely: “What were you saying?” She just showed me the half-eaten scrambled eggies in her mouth. Absolutely revolting.
nyway, mail came and I got a “letter” from my mum. It said:

If you are even thinking about participating with the Triwizard Tournament, I will
come and murder you before you can be killed in the tournament.


10.00 a.m.

Unbelievable! We only have Transfiguration, DADA, Charms and Care of Magical Creatures with the Gryffindors. That is soooo not much. (OK, I know it is actually quite a lot. Last year we only had Transfiguration and Charms together, so I should be happy now.)


You can say a lot of things, but you can never say that McGonagall is my favorite teacher. It’s so unfair. As Transfiguration is one of the few subjects I have with Flo and Claire, Flo and I sat next to each other at the beginning of the lesson. But we hadn’t even touched our seats yet when McGonagall came over to split us. I mean, I know she gave us detention 13 times last year because we weren’t paying attention, but that’s not our fault. I’m just saying, she could have given us less detention, that’s totally her fault.

I was still trying to explain to her: “But if I’m sitting next to Flo I can much better concentrate-” But she said: “No. And that is my final word on the matter.”

Great. My social life is already kind of over and now I’m not even allowed to sit next to my friends. And, yet more marvelous, I have to sit next to Ginny. She is SO nice. Why? Have I ever done something to make her like me?

10 minutes later

School is so boring. I had totally forgotten about that. Why would someone bother to sit down for a whole hour and listen to boring stuff about boring things? Flo has started sending notes. Why? It said:

If I could transform into a mousey, I would do that right now and get out of this
classroom before I die. But then I have to find a cool mousey-name. Any ideas?

I looked at her. She looked back. What’s the matter with her? Mousey? She is, without doubt, the most insane person I now. And I know many. I wrote back:

Why would you need a mousey name?

Flo pretended as if she was really annoyed and sighed. Then she started writing back. Noooo. Do I never have any time for myself?

You are so not clever. It’s just that, the next time McGonagall sees me after I have
Made my memorable departure out of this classroom, she will give me detention for life.
And I hate detention.

Marvelous. This can go on forever. And it doesn’t make any sense at all. I wrote:

Good for you. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some sleeping to do. Byeeee.

I sent the note back to her, and closed my eyes. And, of course, I got the note back again. But it wasn’t Flo who had written back. I recognized Claire’s handwriting.


What was she rambling on about?

Diablo what? I wrote back.

First Claire wrote something and then Flo. What were they writing about and why didn’t they just talk with each other? They’re sitting next to each other, for Pete’s sake! The fact that I’m banned from any social contact doesn’t mean they are.

Diablo as a cool mousey-name, Claire wrote.

Excuse me? Flo wrote:

You’re a marvelous friend, C, and your fantasy is fabulous.
Xxxx Diablo

Why do I keep getting these notes when they’re not even for me? I wrote:

Dear C. and Diablo
You know I love you both very much, but if you keep this up, I may be forced to
kill you.
Yours sincerely,

5 minutes later

Flo read my reply and started laughing. I don’t know. I didn’t think it was that funny. When McGonagall heard her and asked her what was so funny, she simply said:

“If I was a mousey my name would be Diablo. Don’t you think too that’s very amusing?”

She lost 10 points from Gryffindor, but she’s still as crazy as a coconut.


Am sitting at the Gryffindor table again. When I came into the Great Hall, Leah and Sarah looked hopefully at me from the Ravenclaw table, but as I’m filled with dignity I simply ignored them and walked straight to Claire and Flo. Ha. Leah and Sarah are missing me already. Who wouldn’t?

“You should really do something about this situation between you and Leah,” Claire said to me when I sat down at the table.

“What are you, the peacekeeper or something?” I asked.

“No, I’m just saying,” Claire said.

“Well, I’m not going to talk to Leah myself, but you can be my messenger if you like,” I said.

“That sounds okay,” she said, and she got up. “Ciaooo, see you in the next world.”
And she was gone. Blimey. Just like she was my dog or something.

10 minutes later

Ohmygosh. Wow. I’m in love. I mean it. Wowzee wow.

After Claire was gone, Flo was rambling on about the fact that it was so unfair that she’s lost points and we didn’t, when someone reached over and grabbed a plate of potatoes. And it was not just someone, it was a he. And the cutest he I’ve ever seen in my life. He had very untidy black hair and marvelous eyes and a face and arms and legs. He said: “Excuse me,” with his BEAUTIFUL VOICE when he grabbed the plate and then he SMILED AT ME with the cutest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. Wow. I was speechless.

Flo ended her long talk with “… so what do you think?” but I didn’t answer. I simply stared in front of me.

“Helloooo, earth to Jools, are you there?” Flo asked, and waved her hand in front of my eyes.

“We have to go,” I said to her, quickly. She looked at me, bewildered, for just a moment, but then she got up and walked after me.

“Where are we going?” she asked, just as I went into the library. Flo said: “Blimey, the library, I didn’t even know you knew where that was.”

“Don’t be superficial, Flo,” I said, and sat down at a table. She sat down opposite me.

“Now what’s going on?” she asked

I sighed. “I’m in love.”

“What? Since when? With whom?”

“Since… 4 minutes and 36 seconds ago. With…”

“Yes?” Flo asked eagerly.

“With Harry Potter,” I said.

She was silent for a while. “Merlin’s pajamas with matching under crackers…” she said slowly. “Really?”


“Wow. Wow. Wow wow wow.”

“You know, you should really stop doing that.”

At that moment, I saw Claire, Leah and Sarah running towards us.

“Wow, Jools, this was really the last place I expected you to be,” Sarah said.

“Haha. Very funny,” I said, and looked at Sarah and Leah. “What are doing here, by the way?”

Leah stepped forward. “I want to apologize for what I said to you. You are my very best friend and I…” she looked at Claire. “Do I really have to say it?” she whispered.

“Yes,” Claire said, nodding.

“And I… love you very much,” she ended. “Do you except my apology?”

I looked as if I was thinking about it. “Apology accepted,” I said finally. Then we all looked at Sarah.

“What?” she asked.

“Don’t you have something to say?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry too,” she said quickly. “Now, I’m dying to know why you’re here. In the library, I mean. Tell us, something must be going on.”


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Being in love is very exhausting, it’s a fact. Leah, Flo, Claire and Sarah are all in the library. I have no idea why. When I asked them, they said: “It’s fun in the library.”
Excuse me?

Anyway, now I’m having dinner all alone. There’s no one left who wants to talk to me (except for Loony, but I don’t want to talk to her, if you know what I mean).

Oh, no, I’m mistaken; there is someone who wants to talk to me: Dan. Dan is (like me) a third year, but he thinks he is better than anyone because he’s older (he turned 14 last August) than anyone. I know everyone thinks of him as the coolest guy in our year (just because he is an amazing chaser on our Quidditch team and because he looks good and everything), but I think he’s insane. He’s also in Ravenclaw, but I think he isn’t smart at all (wait, that reminds me of something Leah said to me in the train. That I wasn’t smart or something. Maybe Dan and I are a bit a like. Maybe he also has a hidden talent). He sat opposite me.

“Hey Jay,” he said. “You look a bit subdued.”

(You must know that I have loads of nicknames. My friends call me Jools. My family (that is to say: my father, my sister and my brother) calls me Jules or Julie. My mother calls me Juliet when she’s angry at me (i.e. always) and all the guys I know (apart from my brother, who is a guy too) call me Jay. I have no idea why and it’s not my intension to find out.)

“Do I? So do you. I don’t see your gang of so-called friends with you this time,” I said.

He shrugged. “I don’t see yours either.”

“Nah, they’ve gone to the library. Apparently they think books are more interesting than I am.”

“That’s probably true. A good book is way more interesting than you are,” he said, and he grinned.

“Yeah, like you have ever read a good book. I bet you don’t even know where the library is.” I said.

“You’re right, I have no idea where it is. But I bet you haven’t got a clue either.”

Now I was offended. “Excuse me? I know exactly where the library is, thank you very much.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m sorry to say so, but you are marvelously insane.”

“And so are you,” I snapped back.

“Marvelously insane, and proud of it,” he said.

At that moment, his friends appeared and sat down around us on the benches. All Dan’s “friends” (that is to say, all the other Ravenclaw third year guys) are just as insane as he is. His “best mate” (just like Leah is my bestie mate) is called Jesse, and Leah has had a crush on him for two years already, but she thinks she isn’t good enough for him (and she is SO right. I believe no one would ever want to date Leah. No offence or something, She’s just… very weird).

Dan’s other friends, Nick, Alex and Josh (coming from Nicholas, Alexander and Joshua, just as Dan comes from Daniel and Jay comes from Juliet. Why do parents give their children such horrible names?), are also like my other friends (except for the fact that the names Sarah and Claire are their real names, not nicknames. Only Flo is a nickname and I don’t even know for what. She never wants to tell us and we weren’t paying attention during the sorting ceremony in our first year): insane but fabulous when you need them.

Jesse seemed to notice my loneliness too. He said: “All by yourself this evening, Jay?” He looked a little disappointed. Maybe there is a very slight chance that he might actually like Leah, too.

“Yes, all aloney. Until you came, of course. I haven’t seen you this afternoon in class by the way, where were you?” I asked them.

“Sometimes it’s just healthy to skip class,” Nick said.

Apparently, they have gone to Hogsmeade, made a piggy appear from thin air, hung a sign around its neck which said: “Now!! One piggy for free with two bottles of butterbeer!!” and placed the piggy in front of the 3 Broomsticks.


But I never found out, as my friends came into the Great Hall singing: “I’m a mousey, oooh, I’m a mousey,” and I became all distracted. If they’re trying to cheer me up: this is not the way to do it.

8.30 p.m.

Ravenclaw common room

Leah, Flo, Claire, Sarah and I are sitting in the Ravenclaw common room together. I think Flo and Claire aren’t even allowed to be here, but whatever. I have always hated rules and I always will hate them.

“Oh, it’s SO cool that we’re now in love at the same time!” Leah said. She was doing her homework. The rest of us weren’t. We were all just watching what she was doing, so that we can come up with cool answers when McGonagall asks why we haven’t made our homework. Told you I was smart.

“Yaaaay,” I said. It was supposed to be something sarcastic, but Leah didn’t notice it and thought I meant it.

“So when are you gonna do something about this Jesse-business?” Sarah asked, after she had first checked the common room to be sure he wasn’t there.

“Never,” Leah said. “I know he’s too good for me. I just have to accept it, and move on, you know.”

Sarah shrugged. “Suit yourself,” she said.

“So, anyone else in love?” Claire asked curiously.

We all were shaking our heads very slowly, when Flo said, to our enormous surprise. “Yup.”

“Who?” I asked immediately, as I’m always interested in love stories.

“Me,” she said simply.

“You?” we all asked together.

She nodded, and said nothing.

“With whom?” Claire asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Oh, no one important,” she said, shrugging.

“Come on, tell us, please?” I said, trying to look sweet.

And then, all of a sudden, Dan and his mates turned up. “Yeah, tell us!” he said. “Ey, Flo, you aren’t even supposed to be here, are you? And Claire, this is officially also off limits for you. You naughty girls.” But he said it in a charming way with a grin on his face. He thinks everything is a laugh.

They sat down on the last available places around the fire (where we were sitting). Jesse sat down next to Leah, whose head looked like a strawberry. I’m sure Jesse knows she likes him, but he isn’t doing anything with it because he likes being liked.

We all kept staring at Flo, until she went crazy. “OK, I’ll tell you!” she said, looking around as if she checked if the he (or she, who knows?) wasn’t in the common room.

“I’m in love with… Well I don’t really know if it’s love, it could also be just “like”, you know… Dave,” she finally said.

WHAT? If she is in love with the person I now think she’s in love with, it’s weird.

“Dave WHO?” I asked.

“Dave Williams,” she said.


Everyone was looking puzzled, but then Sarah got it at first. “Isn’t that your brother?” she asked.

“The one and only,” I said.

“Blimey,” Claire said. “But he is, you know, a sixth year! He’s almost seventeen!”

“Hey!” Dan said. “There’s nothing wrong with being older!”

“Shut up, Daniel, you’re not part of this discussion. And by the way, you’re very, very young,” I said.

He was already saying: “Well, Juliet-” But I cut him off. I turned to Flo again. “You can’t like my brother!” I said.

“Why not? He’s cool,” she said.

“No he’s not! He’s arrogant, sometimes. And he can be very annoying too.”

“Who says so?”

“I do. And I know him the best, as I live with him in one house.”

“I don’t care,” she said. “I like him, OK? Well, I think so.”

“Fine. But I’ve warned you.”

“That’s sweet of you. But it won’t turn out anyway, so it doesn’t matter.”

She’s right, you know.

Wednesday, September 4th


Unbelievable! McGonagall has given us (Me, Flo, Claire, Dan and Jesse) detention! It’s only the third day of school this year!

It was all very annoying, only because I haven’t done my homework. I walked into class with Leah, Sarah, Flo and Claire, and McGonagall asked us to hand in our homework. Leah and Sarah had of course done it and handed it in, while Flo, Claire and I were just standing very innocent in the back pretending like everything was very normal. Then, McGonagall came to us, of course, and asked us where our homework was. I, of course, already had an answer ready.

“Well, I was looking in the library for information, and I found animagi SO interesting that I have been reading there all night long and I totally forgot about the homework,” I said.

Flo and Claire were nodding along, and two seconds later Dan and Jesse (who also hadn’t done their homework and were clearly impressed by my smooth lies) appeared next to us and Dan said: “Yes, we had the same problem. We’ve been hanging around in the library for hours. It was SO interesting.”

Unfortunately, this was becoming very unbelievable. I, at least, knew where the library was. I had been there once. But we had to add more details to the story to make it believable.

“It’s just so amazing that you can change into any animal you like,” Jesse said.

“Yes, even into mice and so on,” Claire said, nodding very enthusiastic. I was afraid her head might fall of.

“Yeah, and we even met an animagus who was a mouse and told us his name was Raoul and then-” Flo said, but then she stopped. McGonagall did not look very happy. “I’ve gone too far, haven’t I?” Flo asked me. And yes, she was right.

McGonagall was furious of course. She said she couldn’t believe we still hadn’t learnt anything from all our detentions last year and so on. She said that we were lousy liars who should really learn how to behave and how to use less sarcasm (even though I almost didn’t use any sarcasm at all. I only said I was interested in animagi, but as a teacher she should be happy to hear it, right?). Anyway, she rambled on for ages and finally she gave us all detention for this evening.

Why? I haven’t done anything wrong, I’m sure. I’m going to look it up in the School’s Book of Rules.


Library with Flo and Claire

There is no School’s Book of Rules. Why not? This is very unfair.

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7.00 p.m.

We have to write 500 times: “I can not use sarcasm or rudeness when I’m in trouble because I haven’t done my homework.”

If I write that 500 times, my arm will fall off and I can never do my homework again.

8.00 p.m.

Merlin’s pajamas, this is so boring. And my arm hurts. Wrote a note to Flo:

Flo, what’s your real name?
Xxx Jools.

Dan, who sat closest to me, passed the note on to Flo. She read it, looked at me in a not so very nice way and then wrote something to me.

Jools, you can not use sarcasm or rudeness when you’re in trouble because
You haven’t done your homework. And that’s 123.
Yours sincerely, Flo

Unfortunately, Dan read the note when he wanted to pass it to me, and also wrote something. Why? This is none of his business.

You’ve only written 123 lines yet? Blimey, I’ve already written 450.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him.

You have not, I wrote.

He wrote back:

Indeed, I haven’t. I’m at 333, you?

I wrote:

I’m at 211. So: You can not use sarcasm or rudeness when you’re in trouble because
You haven’t done your homework (212).

10.00 p.m.

Finally, done! And now up to the dormitory and have a nice good night sleep.

10.30 p.m.

Could finally come into the dormitory. (I didn’t know the answer to the question and had to guess at least 30 times before I had the right answer. Perhaps I could ask if I can be moved to Gryffindor, then I only have to remember a password.) I sneaked up to the dormitory and found Leah, Sarah and Loony already sleeping.

I crept slowly into my bed, when Leah asked:

“Good evening, Jools. Still in love?”

“Yes, still.”

“Good, me too,” she whispered, and two seconds later she fell asleep.

Saturday, September 7th

9.00 a.m.

Having breakfast at the Gryffindor table again. This is the only way people won’t notice I’m staring at Harry. I soooo like him, it isn’t fair.

Leah said this morning: “You should just forget about him, Jools, it will never turn out anyway.”

“Yeah, as if it will ever turn out between you and Jesse,” I said.

“That’s different.”

“Is it? Why?”

“I… Well- Like… It’s just… not the same!” she said.

But I still don’t get why it’s not the same. It’s the same. And that’s a fact.

Outside on the school grounds

2.00 p.m.

I am hanging around outside with Flo and Claire. Leah and Sarah are inside, doing their homework. I don’t know why they are so obsessed with school. When I asked Sarah last year, she said she wants to get good grades because she wants to have a good job in the future. I also want a good job in the future, but I’m sure I’ll get that without doing homework so often.

“Flo, what is your real name?” I asked, just to have something to talk about.

“That’s none of your business,” she said.

“You, I’d also like to know that.” Claire said. “Have you ever told anyone what your real name is?”

“My parents know it, and so does my sister, but everyone is nice enough not to use it,” Flo said.

“Can’t you just give us a little hint or something?” I asked.

“Okay…” she said. “It starts with an F.”

“Good, that clears things up,” I said sarcastically.

“Does it? I didn’t think so. I even thought it was very obvious,” Flo said.

“Flo, it was a sarcastic remark.”

“Oh, good. I already thought: is she really that stupid?”

“Ha-ha, you are soooo funny.”

“I’ll tell you on your birthday, okay?” she asked. “You know, as some sort of birthday

“My birthday is a month from now. And I thought you would give me something more… normal,” I said. I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday, as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, what do you want to have for your birthday?” Claire asked.

“I have no idea,” I admitted. “Can’t we just skip it for a year?”

“Why would we do that?” Flo asked. “Aren’t you looking forward to turning a year older or something? I mean, fourteen is cool, it really is.”

“How do you know that, you’re not fourteen yet?” I said.

“I know, but I think it would be cool to be fourteen. Why don’t you think it would be cool to be fourteen?”

“Because then I’m the eldest of the five of us. And then, people will think I’m the wisest, but that’s not true. They will think that when I’m a year older I will also be a year wiser. And that’s very annoying.”

Claire and Flo both nodded like they were my pets. They do that quite a lot. Actually, it’s kind of annoying. I think I’m forced to tell them to stop it.

Saturday, September 14th

What time is it?


Merlin’s knickers, I’m sooo bored. My life is very, very boring. NOTHING ever happens. I had the most boring week last week. Nobody thought of something fun to do and I EVEN DID MY POTIONS HOMEWORK. I’m not kidding. I know it’s surprising and shocking and so on, but it’s true. When I noticed I was really doing my homework, I nearly had a heart-attack, and when Leah noticed what I was doing, she got Sarah, Flo, Claire, Dan, Jesse, Nick, Alex and Josh all together to watch me. What am I, a monkey in a zoo?

I think I have to make a wish list for birthday (which is on October 4th, by the way, just in case you were interested). Even though I don’t want something, I could always pretend as if I want something, just to make people happy. Because if you pretend to want what you want, you want what you want. (I know it’s actually: if you pretend to feel how you feel, you feel how you feel, but it’s a matter of principle.)

10 minutes later

This is my list thus far:

Okay, everyone, this is what I want:
1. A mouse.
2. A very interesting book about a very interesting thing.
3. A book that is called: Reading for the very backward, as I have never read anything before.

And that was it. It’s harder than you think, it really is. Especially if you don’t know what you want and if you don’t even want to celebrate your birthday.

5 minutes later

Loony just came in to the dormitory. She was humming, as if she were happy.

I asked her: “What shall I ask for my birthday?”

She stopped humming for a second and said then: “A crumple-horned snorkack.”

Mmmmm, interesting.

15 minutes later

Yesssss, finished my list. Okay, here it comes:

Okay, everyone, this is what I want:
1. A mouse.
2. A very interesting book about a very interesting thing.
3. A book that is called: Reading for the very backward, as I have never read anything before.
4. A Crumple-Horned Snorkack.
5. To know FLo’s real name.
6. Socks.
7. Breakfast in bed.
Thank you very much.
Yours sincerely,
Juliet E. R. Williams

20 minutes later

I went downstairs to the common room to show everyone the marvelous wish list I have made. But I can’t find anyone. It’s very empty here.

Where did everybody go?


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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Sunday, September 15th


Have slept today until… now. I wonder if I can still have breakfast at this time of the day. Probably not, which means I have to creep down to the kitchens to get something to eat. And I don’t even know where the kitchens are.

12.15 p.m.

Common room

Got dressed and went downstairs to see if anybody was there. Leah and Sarah were sitting near the fireplace, doing their homework. What a surprise.

“Hey,” I said, and sat down opposite them. They both didn’t look up.

“Helloooooooo,” I said, a little louder this time. Perhaps they hadn’t heard me. Perhaps they are deaf.

“Shut up, Jools, I need to think,” Leah said in an annoyed voice.

“Still one line…” said Sarah quietly, while she was writing very fast. “Done!” she said two seconds later. “You’ve woken very late.”

“Not entirely my fault,” I said, “You didn’t wake me.”

Sarah shrugged. “And you hadn’t told us to wake you.”

“That’s why I said: not entirely my fault. Can I still have breakfast at this time, by the way? I’m starving.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. You should go to the kitchens and get something to eat.”

“I don’t know where the kitchens are. Do you?”

“Sorry, no. You should ask Dan or his friends. They probably know where the kitchens are.”

“Good idea, where are they?”

“No idea.”

“You don’t know a lot, do you?”

“No, I don’t, but I know one thing: I know more than you know.”

That’s nice, isn’t it?

12.30 p.m.

I have to find Dan and his mates because I’m so hungry. It’s hard to believe, I know, but trust me: You’ve never been as hungry as I am now.

It’s 12.30 on a Sunday afternoon. Where would Dan be? Probably somewhere in Hogsmeade, making piggy’s run wild and free. But I don’t know how I can get to Hogsmeade and even if I knew how to get there, I wouldn’t know where to go as I’ve never been in Hogsmeade before.

Mmmm, I hate searching people when I don’t know where they are.

12.45 p.m.

Yessss! Found Dan. I just walked passed a window and saw him and Jesse wandering around outside. It’s raining, but they don’t seem to care.

12.55 p.m.

I ran outside to find them, in the hopes they hadn’t walked away yet. I ran with my hands above my head, which is harder than you think. After about 800 years, I finally saw them. I shouted Dan’s name, and he looked around.

“Hey, Jay!” he shouted back to me. “Don’t let the rain spoil your hair!”

Ha-ha. Very amusing. Not.

I walked towards them.

“Very funny,” I said to Dan.

“So, why have you come out here?” Jesse asked. “There must be a reason for you to come out into the rain to come and see us.”

“You’re quite right,” I said, trying to look as charming as I possibly could with all the water in my neck (brrr). “I have just woken up-” I started, but I was interrupted by Dan, who thought he had something more interesting to say.

“Just yet? Blimey, I’ve been out of bed for hours already.”

“Shut up,” I said. He sometimes really annoyed me with his “talks.” “Anyway, I can’t have breakfast anymore, and I’m very, very hungry. I was wondering if you could get me some food from the kitchens.”

Jesse stared at me. “You don’t know where the kitchens are yourself?” he asked.

I shrugged. “No, I don’t.” (You must know that during this whole conversation we were standing outside, in the pouring rain, and I had 5 liters of water in my neck and I sounded like I had a cold. Which I might have right now.)

Now both Dan and Jesse stared at me, with their mouths open.

“Oh, close your mouths,” I said to them.

“Well, I just thought that someone like you,” Dan said, “would know more about the castle. Which includes… knows where the kitchens are.”

“I don’t care what you think,” I said. “But can you get me some food or not?”

“Course we can,” Jesse said. “We’re quite nice, you know.”


1.15 p.m.

Common room

Dan and Jesse told me to get back to the common room while they were getting me something to eat. Maybe Jesse is right, and they are quite nice. Now I’m sitting near the fireplace again, with my mateys Leah and Sarah, who are STILL doing their homework. Haven’t they got anything else to do?

When I sat down, I asked: “So, what kind of homework are you doing today?”

Leah thought, pathetically enough, that I meant it and really wanted to know what kind of homework they were doing, said: “Transfiguration essay.”

(This means that I don’t really wanted to know what kind of homework they were doing, I just wanted to start a nice conversation. And in my life, a nice conversation isn’t a conversation about transfiguration essays.)

“Good,” I said, and grabbed a piece of parchment from the table they were sitting at. Sarah saw me doing that and stared at me, probably thinking that I was going to make the Transfiguration essay. This shows that she doesn’t know me well at all.

I wrote my name on the parchment and wrote beneath that:

I love transfiguration.

Then I put my quill down and stretched my arms, as if I was finished. Sarah looked on my parchment.

“I love transfiguration?” she quoted. “Darling, hasn’t anyone told you? You’re not allowed to lie.” I shrugged.

Who cares?

“And by the way,” Sarah continued, “you have to come up with a much better one. I bet McGonagall sees right through this one.”

Mmm, true.

At that moment, Dan and Jesse came in with some sandwiches, a bottle of pumpkin juice and a few glasses. They sat down at the other side of the table, and put their stuff on the table.

“Bon appétit,” Dan said, and he threw a sandwich towards me.

“Wow, I didn’t know you spoke French,” I said,

He shrugged. “I don’t. Only those two words.”

“Impressive,” Sarah said, but in a sarcastic way. “Can I have a sandwich too? It’s lunchtime and I’m also a little hungry. Jesse threw another sandwich towards her and then asked Leah (who, of course, turned strawberry red immediately) whether she wanted one too.

A few minutes later, we were all chewing silently on our sandwiches. After a few minutes of silence, Dan asked if we wanted something to drink. We nodded, because we had our mouths full of ****, and he filled the first glass for himself.

I swallowed the piece of bread in my mouth and said to him: “You know, it’s very impolite to fill your own glass first if you are with more people and you’ve just asked them if they wanted to have a drink.”

“It’s not impolite when I fill my own glass first if the other persons are very impolite themselves.”

He should really learn his manners. When I said that to him, he showed me his half-eaten piece of sandwich in his mouth. Absolutely disgusting and very revolting. Flo must have taught him how to do that, as she always does it herself.

Jesse must have thought about this too, as he asked only seconds later: “Where are Flo and Claire anyway?”

“I have no idea,” I said truthfully. And it really WAS true; I had no idea where they are.

Normally they hang out here with us, as we were caught last year by McGonagall when we were hanging out in the Gryffindor common room. (She gave detention for a week. Very unfair, if you ask me.)

“They’re having a day to relax,” Leah said.

What does that mean? “What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means they’re sleeping all day long, and if they wake up, they just don’t come out of their bed.”

Blimey, that sounds like fun.

“I could never stay in bed for a whole day,” Dan said.

“Why not?” I asked. “Who wouldn’t stay in their bed all day if they had the chance?”

“Er… you,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you had the opportunity to stay in bed all day long, hadn’t you? And you came out of bed to ask multiple people where you could get breakfast. Maybe that means that you’re more interested in food than in sleeping,” he said simply.

Is that true? I mean, I think sleeping is very important and I hate to be woken by Leah every school day, but I think eating is very important too. What is all this? Why do I have to choose what I think is more important? Why? This is absolute rubbish, I’m not thinking about this anymore.

5.00 p.m.

Sleeping or eating?

Oh, shut up, shut up.

6.30 p.m.

Eating. No, sleeping. Eating. No-

Dan, get out of my head! Now!

9.00 p.m.

The good thing is that because of all this “Eating of sleeping”-****, I have at least totally forgotten about Harry and the fact that I’m in love and so on.

Monday, September 16th


I’m definitely going crazy. Just received a note from Dan, it said:

Eating or sleeping? It’s your choice.

I’ve HAD IT. Sleeping is more important and that’s it. I’ll never eat again. (Unfortunately, this means I will die, and I’m way too young to die.)

Great Hall, lunch time

“Don’t you want something to eat?” Claire asked.

“No. I’m never going to eat again. I’ve made my decision.”

“You’re such a drama queen,” Leah said. “I bet Dan only meant that you had to decide what’s the most important for you. And I don’t think he wanted you to give the other thing up completely.”

You know, this is the first time she has actually said something that makes sense.


This was my last update for at least a week, I think, because:
a) I'm going with school to Germany tomorrow for 3 days (and I might die there, as I have absolutely no idea how to order some food there. My German is... not that good.)
b) After that I will be very tired and
c) I have to go to a sleepover this weekend, so then I have no time to write and no time to sleep either

I still need some more readers, though, so if you would promote my fic a bit, that would be lovely



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Re: Wanted: Romeo

NB: This update has a bit of it written in French. The translation can be found in my feedback thread!


Friday, September 20th


I have just received the second letter from home my mum bothered to write. She never writes me because she wants to be in touch with me or because she wants to tell me what’s going on or something, but only if she wants to stop me from doing something, or if she wants me to do something.

This time, she wants me to learn French. You must know that my mum is French. She went to Beauxbatons and after she had finished school she and her friends traveled together through whole Europe.

In England, she met my dad, and she said they fell “desperately in love.” Which you wouldn’t say now because they are barely speaking to each other anymore.

Five years ago, my mother succeeded in persuading me to learn French. She talked to mean in French A LOT and made me learn French words. I kept that up for almost 3 years, but then I had to go to Hogwarts and I haven’t thought about it ever since. My mum wrote:

This Christmas, your grandmother is coming over from France and because she doesn’t speak English, it would be nice if you could continue with practicing your French in order to talk to her while she’s here. I know nobody else there speaks English, but you can talk with the people from Beauxbatons when they arrive.
Until then, you can practice your French with reading the book I send you with this letter. I found it in The Netherlands when I was there before I went to England with my friends, so there are a few French words translated in Dutch. I hope that doesn’t matter to you.
Love, Mum.

She thinks my I’ve already forgotten everything I learned. But she is wrong. MY FRENCH IS VERY GOOD. Okay, where is that little French/Dutch bookie she sent me? Mmmmm…. I can’t find it.

“Leah, have you seen my new French bookie?” I asked.

“What?” she said.

I sighed. “Oh, never mind.”

Aha! Sarah is reading my bookie! Pourqoui? To be honest, I don’t even know what my bookie is called and if she is reading my bookie, but I can’t remember her bringing any books to breakfast this morning (except for her school books. But who reads school books during breakfast? That is SO pathetic), so she HAS TO BE reading my bookie.

“Sarah, where did you find that book?” I asked her.

“It was lying next to you on the table, and I thought: Jools will never notice it if I’m taking it, she never reads herself.”

Blimey, that is SO true. If mum hadn’t written in her letter that she had sent me a book, I wouldn’t even have noticed it.

Sarah was still rambling on, though. “But you can have it back if you like, I don’t understand a word of it. It’s French.”

“French?” I heard a 2 surprised voices say at the same moment, and I turned around. Jesse and Dan were sitting a few seats away and were looking at me as if I was insane. Which I am not.

(It’s very annoying by the way. It seems as if they are always at the same place as I am. Maybe they’re stalking me.)

“You speak French?” Dan asked.

“Oui, bien sûr.” I said simply.

Everyone surrounding me was now looking at me.

“I didn’t know you still spoke French,” Leah said. “I thought you couldn’t anymore.”

“After three years of practice? No way,” I said. “Do you have a quill and a piece of parchment for me, by the way? I have to write back to my mum.”

She handed a quill and a piece of parchment to me and I started to write.

Je parle assez bien le français. C’est une langue très facile.
Je t’embrasse,

Sarah was looking over my shoulder to what I was writing. When I was finished, she asked:

“What have you written?”

“I wrote that I speak French reasonably well and that it is a very easy language.”


“Because, ma petite. So, where is that book you stole from me?”


Hahahahaha! The book mum has sent me is a book that is called: Le Petit Nicolas*. It’s a bookie told by a small boy that is called Nicolas, and he tells you about his very cool friends and not so cool school.

There are a few different stories, and I must say the first story is already very amusing. It’s a muggle children book, but you can’t have it all.

5 minutes later

Everyone is very busy practicing some stupid charm I’ve never heard of in my life.

In the meantime, I’m reading my new bookie to everyone who wants to hear it (Claire, Sarah, Flo, Loony, Dan, Jesse and, to my very surprise, Ginny.).

“… **‘Nous nous sommes bien amusés parce qu’il n’y avait pas beaucoup de lumière dans la cave.’ We amused us very good because there wasn’t much light in the cellar. ‘Rufus s‘est mis un vieux sac sur la tête en criant: Hou! Je suis le fantôme!’ Rufus put an old bag over his head, screaming: I’m the phantom!!”

Merlin’s piggy-bank, this is SO funny. Unbelievable. I think I have to lie down and relax for a second.

10 minutes later

Because we were laughing like loons, Flitwick came to us and asked us why we weren’t practicing.

“Je suis le fantôme, monsieur, c’est pourquoi.” I said, and there we all went again.

Tears were streaming down my face of laughter. Because of my marvelous action we lost 20 points from Ravenclaw, but I don’t care. This is way too funny.


I walked to the Great Hall together with all my mates and Loony and sat down at the Ravenclaw table.

Everyone was still screaming: “I am the phantom!!” because they couldn’t remember the French translation. Whatever, it’s their choice.

“I think you have found your hidden talent,” Luna said in her always-dreamy voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked, surprised that she was talking to me.

“Your hidden talent. Remember when I told you that you had a hidden talent? Well, this is it. French is you talent.”


8.00 p.m.

This is my plan: As my mum suggested, I’ll go and talk to a person from Beauxbatons when they finally arrive. But before I will do that, I will write a letter to him/her and tell him/her EVERYTHING (well, almost everything) about myself.

In French.

To proof to my mother/grandmother/friends/other family that French is my “hidden talent.” I’m a genius.

9.30 p.m.

Yessss, finished. Okay, here it comes:***

Cher/chère monsieur/mademoiselle/madame l’Étranger,

Je suis Juliet Williams. Ma mère veut que j’apprends le français, c’ est pourquoi j’écris cette lettre. Ma mère, Brigitte, est française. Elle a habité en Angleterre depuis longtemps. Elle est un peu folle. Elle pense que j’ai oublié déj* tous les mots français que j’ai appris lorsque j’étais 9 ans.

Ma mère ne travaille pas. Elle m’a dit que elle n’a pas de l’ouvrage parce qu’elle veut nettoyer notre maison, mais je sais qu’elle ne travaille pas parce qu’elle est très indolente. Ma mère aime : nettoyer notre maison, écrire des lettres que personne n’aime pas et boire beaucoup de vin. Ma mère n’aime pas : des souris dans notre maison et des livres qu’elle ne lis jamais.

Mon père, David, est plus normal que ma mère. Il ne veut pas apprendre le français. Il a dit * maman, quand elle lui demandais pourquoi non, que le français est une langue stupide. Il a raison.
Mon père aime : des voitures, parler de ses voitures et les chaussures de madame Rosmerta. Il n’aime pas : les racontars de maman et le vin qui maman boit tout les temps. Il ne parle pas beaucoup, mais ce n’est pas un problème.

J’ai aussi un frère. Il s’appelle Dave et il est le seul qui veut parler avec moi. Il est un peu fou, mais c’est ok. D’ailleurs, je suis aussi un peu folle. Mon frère aime : des tournements comme le Triwizard Tournament et des Quidditch joueurs qui jouent bien. Mon frère n’aime pas : des tournements qui ne ressemble pas le Triwizard Tournament et des Quidditch joueurs qui ne peuvent pas jouer.

Ma petite sœur, Isabelle, est très chère. Elle a 10 ans, et elle ne veut pas aller * l’école. Elle ne veut pas apprendre le francais, et elle a dit * maman, quand elle lui demandait pourquoi non, qu’elle ne veut rien apprendre. C’est son propre choix. Isabelle aime : ne faire rien toujours. Elle n’aime pas : apprendre quelque chose qu’elle ne veut pas apprendre.

Moi, j'ai 13 ans. Mon anniversaire, c’est le 4 octobre. C’est chouette, parce que c’est la fête des animaux * le 4 octobre. J’aime bien les animaux, ils sont chers. J’aime : manger beaucoup de chocolat, les livres du Petit Nicolas et mes amies. Je n’aime pas : des personnes qui avoir raison tous les jours, parler avec une personne très ennuyeux et les voitures de mon papa.

Moi et ma famille habitons * Londres. Nous avons une chouette maison et mon père a trois voitures. Je ne sais pas pourquoi.

J’ai quatre amies : Leah, Flo, Claire et Sarah.

Leah est ma meilleure amie. Elle est follement amoureuse d’un garçon de notre classe, et c’est très ennuyeux. Leah aime : être amoureuse et acheter des chaussures. Elle n’aime pas : des racontars de moi et les chaussures qui sont horrible * voir.

Flo est chouette. Elle est amoureuse de mon frère et elle ne veut pas nous raconter son nom. Flo aime : des souris, scrambly œufs et des fromages qui sent bien. Elle n’aime pas : la Transfiguration, des oiseaux et sa petite sœur, Juno. Flo dit que Juno est très ennuyeux.

Claire est très chère et très normale, mais elle parle tous les temps. Elle est une fille unique et elle a les parents qui sont Muggles. Elle aime : jouer des jeux anormale et des fromages qui sent bien. Elle n’aime pas : choisir un coté et des fromages qui ne sent pas bien.

Sarah a 167 livres dans sa maison, mais elle est aussi très chère. Elle aime : les histoires du Petit Nicolas et lire des histoires drôles. Elle n’aime pas les histoires qui ne sont pas drôles.

Les garçons de mon année sont très ennuyeux, fous et dissipés.

Dan est le plus vieux. Il est aussi le plus fou et le plus ennuyeux. Il aime parler avec moi (pourquoi ?) et il n’aime pas la langue française. Il m’a dit, comme mon papa a dit a maman, qu’il trouve la langue français très stupide et très difficile. Il aime aussi crier : Je suis le fantôme ! Il est fou, Dan, mais il a des drôles idées. Il a 4 amis, comme moi. Ses amis s’appelle : Jesse, Nick, Josh & Alex. Ils sont aussi fous que Dan, mais ce n’est pas une surprise.

Leah est follement amoureuse de Jesse, et Jesse sait qu’elle est follement amoureuse de lui. Je pense qu’il est aussi amoureux de Leah. Je voudrais qu’ils soient ensemble, mais c’est la vie.

Quel dommage, j’ai lui raconté tout ! Réponds-moi vite !

Toutes mes amitiés,
Juliet E. R. Williams.


That was it for now!
*le Petit Nicolas is a book written by Sempe & Goscinny. We use it at school but you can also by it in different countries.
**Here is Jools translating
*** The translation can be found in the Feedback Thread.

I need feedback, everyone!!


Now that this fic is finished, my dear sister reminded me of the fact that the translation of the above might not be that easy to be found in the feedback thread anymore. I'll post it here, now

Dear Sir/Miss/Mrs. the Stranger

I am Juliet Williams. My mother wants me to learn French, that’s why I’m writing this letter. My mother, Brigitte, is French. She has lived in England already for a long time. She is a bit crazy. She thinks I’ve already forgotten all the French words I learned when I was 9 years old.

My mother doesn’t work. She said to me that she hadn’t any work because she wants to clean the house, but I know that she doesn’t work because she is lazy. My mother loves: cleaning our house, writing letters nobody likes and drinking wine all day long. My mother doesn’t love: mice in our house and books she never reads.

My father, David, is more normal than my mother. He doesn’t want to learn French. He said to mum, when she asked him why not, that French is a stupid language. He is right. My father loves: cars, talking about his cars and Madam Rosmerta’s shoes. He doesn’t love: Mum’s talks and the wine she always drinks. He doesn’t talk a lot, but that isn’t a problem.

I also have a brother. His name is Dave and he is the only one who wants to talk with me. He’s a bit insane, but that’s okay. By the way, I’m a bit insane myself. My brother loves: Tournaments like the Triwizard Tournament and Quidditch player who play very well. He doesn’t love: Tournaments that do not resemble the Triwizard Tournament and Quidditch players who can’t play Quidditch.

My little sister, Isabelle, is very sweet. She is 10 years old, and she doesn’t want to go to school. She doesn’t want to learn French, and said to mum, when she asked her why not, that she doesn’t want to learn anything. It’s her choice. Isabel loves: doing nothing all day long. She doesn’t love: learning things she doesn’t want to learn.

I am 13 years old. My birthday is October 4th, which is fun, because then it’s World Animal Day. I love animals, they’re sweet. I love: eating chocolate, reading books from le Petit Nicolas and my friends. I don’t like: persons who are always right, talking with annoying persons and my dad’s cars.

Me and my family live in London. We have a nice house and my father has 3 cars. I don’t know why.

I have 4 friends: Leah, Flo, Claire and Sarah.

Leah is my best friend. She’s very much in love with a boy in our class. It’s annoying. Leah loves: being in love and buying shoes. She doesn’t love: my talks, and ugly shoes.

Flo is nice. She’s in love with my brother and doesn’t want to tell us her real name. Flo loves: mice, scrambly eggies and cheese. She doesn’t love: Transfiguration, birds and her little sister, Juno. Flo says that Juno is annoying.

Claire is very sweet and very normal, but she always talks. She is an only child and a Muggle-born. She loves: playing weird games and cheese that smells good. She doesn’t love: choosing sides and cheese that doesn’t smell good.

Sarah had 167 books at home, but she still is very sweet. She loves: The stories from le Petit Nicolas and funny stories. She doesn’t love stories that aren’t funny.

The guys from my year are very annoying, insane and (I don’t know what dissipés is in English, but in Dutch it is “ongeorderd”).

Dan is the oldest, and also the most annoying and most insane. He likes talking to me (why?) and he doesn’t like French. He said to me, just like dad said to mum, that he thinks French is very weird and very difficult. He also likes to scream: I am the phantom! Dan is crazy, but he has very funny ideas. He has 4 friends, just like me: Jesse, Nick, Josh and Alex. They are almost just as insane as Dan, but that’s no surprise.

Leah is in Love with Jesse, and he knows she is in Love with him. I think Jesse likes Leah too. I wish they were together, but that’s life.

Blimey, I’ve already told you everything! Answer me quickly!
Yours sincerely,
Juliet E. R. Williams.

My latest & last Juliet fic:
"C'est l'angoisse du temps qui passe qui nous fait tant parler du temps qu'il fait. Les critiques littéraires sont des cactus qui vivent de leurs piquants parmis les vautours qui vivent de leur plume."
- L'écrivain raté, 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

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Old April 9th, 2008, 6:34 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Friday, September 27th

Times passes very slowly when nothing is going on. And then I mean: absolutely nothing. Rien. Niente. And so on. It is SO boring, again.

This morning, at breakfast, when Leah and Claire were building a tower from toast and eggies, I asked Dan:

“Can you please do something fun again, you know, to cheer me up?”

“What kind of fun did you have in mind?” Dan asked. He’s not that smart: it has to be said.

“A good joke or something. Something we can laugh about and will make my life less boring.”

“Blimey, I never thought your life could be boring,” Dan said, apparently very surprised.

At that moment, Leah and Claire’s tower collapsed and we were all covered with eggies. Bah.

Monday, September 30th


Today I made during potions a marvelous Shrinking Solution. You must admit that’s pretty good, for my doing, I mean.

The only problem is that we didn’t have to make the Shrinking Solution at all. We had to make some other stupid potion which name I can’t even remember anymore.

Anyway, when I had finished my marvelous Shrinking Solution, I said:

“Look at my marvelous Shrinking Solution!”

And then Leah spoiled the moment by saying: “Er… Shrinking Solution?”

Now that I think about it, maybe I haven’t made the Shrinking Solution at all. Maybe I just thought I did, but maybe I didn’t. I have no idea what a Shrinking Solution looks like anyway. It’s a mystery.


Only 4 days until I will never be 13 years anymore. (This means I will turn 14 in 4 days time and I’m not really in the mood to do so.)

11.45 p.m.

I hope I will get a Crumple-horned Snorkack.

I bet I won’t. Mum hates animals.

Thursday, October 3rd

One day until the end of my life

Common Room, 6.00 p.m.

“Still one day until the end of my life,” I said to Leah. We are sitting by the fire because even though it is only October, it’s almost as cold as in Russia. I’ve never been to Russia, but it’s a matter of principle.

Oh, and we’re playing Wizard Chess. Something I really suck at, but that’s life.

“What do you mean?” she said. “What’s going to happen tomorrow?”

I couldn’t believe my own ears. “You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow?”

“No, I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow.”

“You don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow?!” I really couldn’t believe it. My own best friend didn’t know that October 4th, World Animal Day, was MY BIRTHDAY?!?!

Merlin’s mice and cat who’s chasing them, she is the worst friend in the world.

She didn’t answer me directly, but was silent for a few minutes, in which she defeated me with Wizard Chess by doing something why my king couldn’t move again or something. I don’t know what she did, but why are you asking me anyway? I don’t know the rules, let alone how it’s played. You should ask a professional, like Leah.

Then, after those very annoying silent minutes, she said: “No, I don’t.”

6.45 p.m.

After I told Leah that my birthday is tomorrow, she became very hysterical and ran downstairs for dinner to go and sit with Sarah, Claire and Flo at the Gryffindor table, probably to ask them what they had bought for me and what she could still buy for me.

I, of course, wasn’t allowed to join them and that’s why I’m sitting all aloney at the Ravenclaw table. Not that I complain or something, I’m just staring at Harry, my one and only love, and no one who’s saying something about it.

Oh, just kidding. There’s Dan, of course. He’s always at the same place as I am at the same time. Why? And he has also “forgotten” his friends this time. Perhaps they have left him for a much cooler person.

“Hey, Jay,” he said. “Where are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” I said, a bit too quickly.

He raised an eyebrow. At the same time, my mind was working very fast, and only seconds later, I had a fabulous brainwave.

“I am trying to find out, by reading lips, what Claire, Flo and Sarah have bought for my birthday and what Leah is going to buy for me. Apparently, she forgot it was my birthday tomorrow.”

“Aww, too bad. But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten it. I even made you a present.”

“You made me a present? Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because I haven’t forgotten your birthday,” he said. “And I wanted to buy you something funny, something you would remember for life.”

That’s sweet, in a way.

Friday, October 4th, my birthday.

6.30 a.m.

Woke up because people were stumbling/walking/running through the dormitory and were knocking things over. As this is the last day of my precious life, you would expect people to pay at least a little respect and let me have a good night’s rest.

When I opened my eyes, I saw 4 pairs of eyes looking at me from the foot of the bed, where also lay a couple of gifts. And yes, the eyes belonged to my friends.

“What?” I asked, as annoyed as possible.

“CONGRATULATIONS!!!” they screamed, nearly giving me a heart-attack.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Its 6 a.m., we wanted to surprise you,” Claire said, still smiling. It’s like she’s totally awake already. How did that happen? She never loses her energy, I think.

“You certainly did,” I said. “So, where is my breakfast in bed?”

“Actually, we didn’t bring you breakfast,” Leah said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because it’s way too early for breakfast,” Sarah said. “Use your brain, Jools.” She’s growing nicer by the second.

The only one who looked just as annoyed as I was was Flo. She didn’t look very happy, and kept glancing in a not-so-very-nice-way to my other mateys. I hope they aren’t going to fight on my birthday. I’m all for world peace and so on.

“I still can’t believe you made me do it,” Flo said to Claire.

“Do what?” I asked curiously.

“You’ll soon find out,” Claire said. “And Flo, don’t be such a baby. Get over it. Really, it’s not that big a deal.”

“And here….. Is your present!” Leah said enthusiastically, holding up an enormous box very cautiously. It wasn’t wrapped or something, it was just a box with a red ribbon on it.

“You can’t turn the box around, just so you know,” Sarah said. “You just have to pull of the ribbon and then we will get out what’s in it, okay?”

“Okay,” I said.

“Oh, but read this first,” Claire said, holding out a card. The card had a mouse on it.

Seriously. Anyway, interested as I was, I read the card. It said, in Claire’s handwriting:

Dear Jools,
A year older doesn’t necessarily mean a year wiser.
Loads of love and 14 kisses from your best friends:
Leah, Claire, Sarah and Florine.
Have a nice day!

“You’re real name is Florine!” I said happily to Flo. “Why didn’t you want to tell us?”

“Because it’s a stupid name!” she said.

“It’s not,” I said. “It really isn’t. Don’t you think too, guys?” I asked the others.

They all nodded. Lovely.

Flo shrugged. “It’s like sardine, but then with Flor instead of Sard.”

We looked at her as if she were crazy. Which she is, by the way.

“Whatever,” she said. “Now, open your present!”

I pulled off the red ribbon and Claire opened the box, getting out of it…. A bowl filled with water, stones at the bottom, green plants and an orange thing swimming in it.

A fish.


“A fish?” I asked.

They all nodded enthusiastically.

“That is… original,” I said. “And very great. What’s his name?”

“It’s a her,” Leah said. “And her name is Princess Leah Claire Florine Sarah Juliet Williams, but we may call her Fishy.”


Now I have a fish. A fish called Fishy.

6.45 a.m.

Am busy opening my other presents. They’re not half as fun as my friends’ present, but you can’t have it all. Leah and Claire have just gone to the kitchens to get me some breakfast and Loony woke up 5 minutes ago because Flo almost dropped Fishy’s bowl on the ground and Sarah started shouting: “Mind the fish! Mind the fish!” Very amusing.

Anyway, Loony gave me a free copy of this month’s Quibbler. My mother thinks it’s all rubbish, and that’s why I always pretend I like it. But in fact I don’t.
Mum has sent me a not-so-great-gift this year. And she all blamed it on me, of course. This was her letter:

Dear Juliet,
If you don’t give me a serious wish list, it is almost impossible for me to find you a good gift. Your sister wanted to give you a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, but I had to remind her (and it seems I also have to remind you) that the Crumple-Horned Snorkack doesn’t exist.
I give you now another book of Petit Nicolas, I hope you like it.
Your father sends his love along with these socks.
Have a nice birthday,

Great. Now I have a book of Petit Nicolas that is called: Les Recres du petit Nicolas. And I have socks. And not just socks, but purple socks. I’m not kidding. My father doesn’t have taste. And if he had taste, it would be a horrible taste.

There’s no present from Dan here. That means he was lying. And as I learned from Sarah a week or 2 ago: You’re not allowed to lie.

7.30 a.m.

Merlin’s pajamas!! Just came downstairs and saw, lying on the floor, taking up half of the Common Room, an ENORMOUS birthday cake!! It was ENORMOUS and PINK and there was written on it in huge letters:


And there is of course only one person (or should I say five) who has done this for me.
Dan, Jesse, Nick, Josh and Alex appeared, shouting: “CONGRATULATIONS!!” and then they sang the “Happy birthday to you”-song, but then in French. You know, like: “Bon anniversaire a toi!” Very amusing. Especially as none of them actually speaks French and they all pronounce the words the wrong way.

When they had finished the song, and a lot of angry people had come downstairs saying that they couldn’t sleep anymore because of this horrible noise, Dan came toward me and said:

“Congratulations, Jay. May there be many years to follow. Would you like a piece of cake?”

We all took an ENORMOUS piece, and seconds later we were all eating nicely. Flo had finished her piece in 2 seconds. It looked absolutely disgusting.

“First we wanted to come upstairs to wake you up at 6 a.m.” Dan said. “But we forgot we weren’t allowed to come into the Girls’ Dormitory and before we knew it, we glided down the stairs again and almost fell into our cake.”



Marvelous birthday.

During Breakfast, the whole third class (except for the people from Slytherin, who don’t really like me. The truth is that they don’t like anyone apart from themselves) began to sing “Happy birthday to you!” and we had loads of fun.

After breakfast, Dan and Jesse left for Hogsmeade to get some things for tonight because they want to throw a party. It has to be a very silent party; else ways McGonagall will kill us.

8.00 p.m.

Party in the Common Room

Great party!!

This party is instead also instead of dinner, so that’s why there is so much food in the room.

The whole third class is here again (except the Slytherins: what a surprise), including my not-so-very-good-mate Ginny, and almost everyone from Ravenclaw.
A lot of people from the sixth and seventh year said it would all be noisy and annoying, but now they’re having loads of fun.

Everyone is sitting or standing in the common room, eating from my giant cake or other stuff and drinking Butterbeer.
Dan and Jesse even nicked Firewhisky from some place in Hogsmeade.

When I asked them where they had gotten that, Dan just said: “I have connections.” So I bet they’ve stolen it. Whatever, I don’t care.

9.00 p.m.

Ginny and her friends from Gryffindor and the Hufflepuffs said they had to go back to the Gryffindor tower. I wished them good luck, as they officially aren’t allowed to be in the corridors at this hour.

Claire and Flo stayed, thank God. But they only are because they are too drunk to walk. Yes, I’m serious: Claire and Flo have both drank too much Firewhisky, and now they are drunk.

It’s very funny, though. They are laughing ALL THE TIME and are having the time of their lives. And I’m sitting with Leah and Sarah on the couch, watching Claire and Flo go crazy and talking about today.

“Today wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, was it?” Sarah asked.

“Nope,” I said. “It was quite fun, actually.”

“And what do you think of our present?” Leah asked.

“I think it’s great. I will love Fishy for life. Until she dies, of course.”

Leah seemed very satisfied with that answer, even though it probably wasn’t her own idea at all.

Dan came along and said: “Anyone another piece of cake?” in a very happy voice. And then he started to laugh like a moron. He has been drinking a little bit too much Firewhisky himself, I think. But he doesn’t behave that different, as he always looks like he’s drunk.


Almost everyone has gone to bed, except for me, Leah, Sarah, Claire, Dan, Jesse, Nick, Josh, Alex, my brother and his friends and a few seventh years. Flo has fallen asleep on a chair with an empty bottle of Firewhishky in her hands. It’s probably not that good to drink that much when you are only 13 years old, but whatever.

Jesse, who is only a bit drunk, has put his arm around Leah’s shoulders and sings silently “Happy Birthday to you” to himself. Leah is blushing like a strawberry, once again.

Sarah is reading Les Recres du Petit Nicolas, determined to learn French this year.

Dan’s friends, except for Jesse, are eating the rest of my enormous cake, which has almost disappeared. They’re running out of things to do, I think.

Dan and Claire are giggling together at the other side of the room. This is not such a surprise, as they can’t do anything else but laughing and giggling. Whatever, it’s their problem.

Maybe it’s time for us to go to bed.

12.30 a.m.

Merlin’s eggies on a stick!! Blimey!! Oh my gosh!! Whaaaat?!?!!

Dan and Claire are snogging on the other side of the common room as if they never want to stop again!


Blimey. Wow. Wowzee wow.



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Old April 11th, 2008, 5:18 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Saturday, October 5th

10.30 a.m.

My brother just woke me up telling me that it was already 10 a.m. I told him I didn’t care, but then he said he wanted to sit on the couch, and that he couldn’t do that if I was sleeping on it.

I opened my eyes and saw I had fallen asleep on the couch. Leah, Claire, Flo and Sarah had fallen asleep on the floor or in a chair. It turns out we didn’t go back upstairs last night.

“That was a nice party last night,” my brother said to me, after I had made room for him on the couch and he had sat down.

“Really?” I said. “I didn’t think it was that great.”

“You know, I’m not that surprised by that.”

“Why not?”

“Oh, come on! A little more effort, please. You did see them kissing last night, didn’t you?”

“Who?” I asked, uninterested, as I was still half sleeping.

“Come on!! Julie!!” Dave said.

“Oh, wait, that. Yeah, that was… surprising,” I said, just to get rid of him.

“So, you don’t mind, or what?”

“Why would I mind?”

“Excuse me?” Dave said in astonishment. “Weren’t you that little girl that came to me with Christmas two years ago, telling me she had a crush on Dan?”

What was he rambling on about? Yes, I might have said that. But that was a long time ago.

“I was eleven back then!”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, twelve,” I admitted. “But now we’re 2 years further, and I’m 14 now! I’m a grown-up!”

“Not officially.”

“Well, unofficially, then. The point is that I have now realized what kind off loser Dan is and that I definitely do not like him anymore.”

“Suit yourself,” Dave said, standing up. “But if you’re very unhappy in the future, it’s not my fault.”

Why can’t he just shut up for a second?


Leah, Claire, Sarah and I are hanging around in our Ravenclaw dormitory.

Flo is still sleeping, and no one is in the mood to wake her up, because every time we do that she get indescribably mad.

We aren’t really talking about anything. Leah and Sarah are playing wizard chess; Claire is trying out all my shoes I have brought with me this year to school (13 pairs. I don’t wear them all, but it’s nice to have them with me). It’s no use by the way, because Claire has bigger feet than I. I tried to tell her that, but you can just as well talk to a wall.

I am staring at Fishy.

When I got her yesterday morning, I thought it was a very fun present, but now I realized that it absolutely isn’t. Fishy is a little boring. I tried to talk to her, but she doesn’t answer.

“Hey, Fishy,” I said. “How are you today? Did you sleep well last night?”

No answer.

“Why don’t you answer me, Fishy? I bet you have loads to talk about. All the swimming that you have done the past 24 hours, I bet that is very interesting.”

Fishy opened her mouth twice. Like: Blub Blub.
“Come on, Fishy, talk to me. You’re my only real matey. One that will never leave my side, am I right?”

Blub blub.

Fish are boring.

12.30 p.m.

“I have a hang-over,” Claire said.

“Blimey, what a surprise,” I said sarcastically and very uninterested. I was lying on my bed with my feet up in the air, watching them, because I had nothing to do.

“You shouldn’t have drunk so much, Claire,” Sarah said. “It’s not good for you, you know.”

“I know,” Claire said.

“So are you going to talk about what happened last night?” Leah asked. I told you she likes to gossip. You can say now that that has absolutely nothing to do with gossiping, but it has. She wants to know all the details, in order to tell them to everyone else. She has weird hobbies.

“I would love to, but I don’t really remember it anymore,” Claire said.

“What do you remember?” I asked.

“That I had been drinking way too much, and then I had loads of fun with Dan and then he sort of kissed me, I think.”

“Sort of?” Sarah asked. “I can tell you one thing, darling: It wasn’t ‘sort of.’ You guys were snogging like your lives were depending on it.”

“Seriously?” Claire asked. “So… do you think he will remember? I mean, he was my first kiss, like, ever, and I would like to know if I was any good.”

Haha, this is becoming funnier by the second.

Then Leah asked the most important question of all. “So… do you like him?”

Claire shrugged. “Well… I think so. I mean, he’s very cool and nice and sweet and he looks amazingly good.”

We were all nodding in agreement.

“And, do you think, that if you had a chance, you would want to go out with him or something?” Sarah asked.

“Yeah, that would be cool,” Claire said, to my utter amazement. “Maybe we could have something official. That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Everyone nodded. I didn’t.

1.30 p.m.

She wants to have something official with Dan. Blimey.

I need a cigarette.

2.00 p.m.

Outside on the school grounds sitting against the wall of the castle, smoking

I have very bad parents.

Most parents are like: “Don’t do this! Don’t do that! That will kill you! That will make you sick! That isn’t good for you!” and so on.

My parents are not like that. My mother even taught me how to smoke. And smoking is bad for you, as you all know.

Smoking cigarettes is more a muggle-thing, but my mother doesn’t care. When she was younger, she experienced with her friends with muggle-things, and then she also discovered cigarettes. And, as you might have guessed, she got addicted and now we have in our house an enormous collection of French Gauloises, which my mum prefers.

When I was 12 years old and home for Christmas, the same holiday as the one when I confessed my crush on Dan to my brother, I asked my mother if I could also have a cigarette. She gave me one and taught me how to use it.

In the past two years, I have smoked several times, but not that much. I can live without it, I don’t need it, but sometimes I’m just in the mood to smoke, if you know what I mean.

Like now.

I don’t know why it upsets me so much that Claire wants to go out with Dan. I thought I was over it already. But apparently not.

Blimey, I hear someone coming closer. Who is it? And why is he/she/it outside? It’s almost freezing. I can only keep warm by the light of my cigarette.

Blimey, it’s Ginny Weasley. What is she doing here? I hope she doesn’t fancy talking with me, because I don’t fancy talking to her.

I don’t know why I think badly of Ginny, actually. I have never really talked to her yet, so I don’t really know anything about her. Maybe I don’t like her because everyone else likes her so much. Okay, that’s it, I’m going to get over it and have a nice little conversation with her.

“Juliet?” I heard her say.

(Juliet!!! Nobody has called me Juliet except for my parents over the last 10 years. Shall I call her Ginevra, just for fun?)

“Yeah,” I said, not on a very interesting tone, but she didn’t seem to care.

She sat down next to me.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” she said.

“Occasionally,” I admitted. “I didn’t know you liked to be outside on a cold October morning.”

“Occasionally,” she said, grinning. “So, why are you smoking now?”

“Because of nothing in particular. I just wanted to relax. To get away from my very hectic life, you know.”

“Has it got anything to do with Claire and Dan?”

What has she got to do with that? It’s none of her business. How does she know that, anyway?

“How do you know what happened between them?” I asked.

“Word spreads fast,” she said.

Blimey, how come she already knows when Leah hasn’t been out of our common room yet? She probably must have told someone else to spread the word.

“Yes, it does.”

“So, do you still like Dan yourself?”

Good question. I don’t know the answer. Maybe she does. I blew out some smoke. “I don’t know.”


“How do you know I ever liked Dan?”

“You should have chosen your best friend better, Juliet. Leah is not to be trusted.”

True. SO true. I think I’m going to kill Leah once.

“Do you think Dan knows?” I asked.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Then he would have made some annoying joke about it, wouldn’t he?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“You know, last year I also thought I liked Dan, but I was wrong,” Ginny said. Wowzee, really? She continued: “But many girls like him, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“Why did you think you liked him?”

“Because I wanted to like someone else, you know?” Someone else? What is she rambling on about?

“Someone else?” I asked.

Then she realized her mistake She has liked someone else, and she is going to tell me who that was, I am sure of that.

“Okay, I will tell you, but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anybody else, okay? Especially not Leah.”

I nodded quickly. Who is it? Who? Who? Who?

Ginny started her story. “I have now been in love with someone for a very long time, even before I went to Hogwarts. He’s a friend of my brother’s and I really like him.”

I don’t care!! Just tell me who the damn guy is, all right?!

She hesitated. “I have been in love for a couple of years now, with… Harry Potter.”

Excuse me?

4.00 p.m.

Dormitory, still smoking

What?!?! Little Ginevra Weasley is in love with Harry Potter, my one and only crush?!?!

Excuse me?

Ginny told me that someone else had told her to get over it, and that person was right. Ginny HAS to get over it, else ways it might ruin my life. And I wanted to live a little longer than 14 years.

6.30 p.m.

Lying on the couch in the common room. Everyone else has gone down for dinner, but I’m not that hungry.

5 minutes later

“Hey, Jay,” I heard a voice next to me say. It was Dan. “Don’t you want to go downstairs to have something to eat?”

“I’m not that hungry,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“I thought you would have wanted to hear the news. From this day on, your matey Claire is officially my new girlfriend.”

Whaaaat?!?! No, this isn’t fair. I mean, I knew Claire wanted to be his girlfriend, but I didn’t know Dan wanted to be her boyfriend.

I tried to be as cool as a froggy. “Congratulations,” I said.

“Come on, be a little happier for me.”

“Why? Are you really sure you want her to be your girlfriend?” I accidentally said.

“Sure, why not? She’s nice, fun and not as sarcastic as you are. That kind of makes her the perfect girlfriend.”

“She’s talks so much.”

“Excuse me? You talk more,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

Merlin’s under crackers, he is SO childish. You can’t have a normal conversation with him.

9.00 p.m.


This is my marvelous life:

One of my best friends is currently dating a boy that I might like, and the one girl I really don’t like has a crush on the boy I like.

Ginny is my love rival.

And life is very complicated.


That was it again for a little while! Next week, I have 5 tests, so not that much time to write then or this weekend.

I'll try to anyway, so don't worry

I still really want (and need ) feedback by the way



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Old April 13th, 2008, 8:55 am
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Okay, yeah, I know, I said I wouldn't post for a while because of my many tests, but when I was watching tv last night (the show I was watching was called: 'I love Holland', which must give you some ideas of how bad it was ) I got a lot of inspiration.

So, after I had watched that, I started to write another piece.



Wednesday, October 9th

Evening, Common Room

Sniff, sniff.

I’m sitting on the couch. On the table in front of me are lying 137 tissues. Yes, I’ve counted them.

I have the worst cold in the world, it is soooo annoying. I have to blow my nose every 6 seconds and I’m coughing ALL THE TIME.

It’s very stupid, because a) I can’t talk normally anymore, as my voice sounds very weird, and b) nobody wants to be close to me anymore because they think they will also get my cold.

Leah, Sarah and, to everyone’s utter surprise, Flo are doing their homework. Claire is sitting with Dan on the other side of the couch, and they are snogging. They snog all the time, everywhere, without a break.

I really feel like saying sometimes: “Get a room,” but I don’t, because I am a nice person and I’m very happy for Claire, as she is my friend. Or something.

“I hate being sick like this,” I said in my weird voice, after I had blown my nose again.

138 tissues.

“You know, I never thought I would this, but I think you should have followed McGonagall’s advice,” Dan said.

“I didn’t think it was meant to be some good advice. She probably just wanted me out of her class for one time,” I said.

“Who can blame her?” Leah said. I didn’t answer her. She really has to learn how to say nice things.

“I don’t think it was such a bad idea,” Claire said. “Then you would have gone to the hospital wing, madam Pomfrey would have made the cold go away and we wouldn’t be surrounded by tissues at this moment.”

She is right. But I am practically allergic to anything that looks like a hospital or any rooms which are used to cure people from horrible diseases. I don’t like those places.

I shrugged. “Whatever. How come I got this cold anyway?”

“Probably because of all the smoking outside,” Leah said.

“Hey, that was only last Saturday!”

“And Sunday. And Monday. And yesterday,” Claire said.

“Why do you remember all that?” I asked.

“Because I pay attention to what’s happening in my life,” she said simply.

“Why have you been smoking so much the last few days?” Sarah asked, looking up from her homework for one second.

“I was just in the mood for it,” I said.

“You know, if you have to smoke to feel good, it means you’re an addict,” Claire said.

“Who says I have to smoke to feel good?” I asked.

Everyone shrugged at the same moment.

“Claire, can you please pass me that new box of tissues over there?” I asked, because the box standing me was empty.

I blew my nose.

139 tissues.

I blew my nose. Again.

140 tissues.

The others were still talking about my so-called nicotine-problem. Why?

“I think you can also get a cold from snogging,” I said loudly, because I wanted to change the subject.

“It’s a good thing that no one’s snogging you, then,” Dan said, and he returned to snogging Claire.

Why is he always so annoying?

Sniff, sniff.

Cough, cough.

Blowing my nose.

141 tissues. 142 tissues.

Does this ever stop?

Half an hour later

Still in the common room

154 tissues. Jugh. It’s disgusting.

Everyone has left, except for Leah and I. Flo, Claire and Sarah said they wanted to have an early night, so they have already gone to bed. Dan has gone away to sit with his own friends. Only Leah and I are left. All aloney. But at least we have each other. We are sitting on the couch, still staring at the table full of tissues.

Cough, cough.

“I am so bored,” Leah said. “Why doesn’t there just happen something fun?”

“I think this cold is fun,” I said.

“I meant something that really is fun, not something that isn’t fun at all but you decided to call fun because there is nothing fun happening.”


Sniff, sniff. 155 tissues.

“You should smoke a cigarette or something, that’s kind of fun,” I said. “And it makes you feel very good.”

Oops. I had said that cigarettes made you feel good. Am I an addict now? According to Claire, I am. According to myself, I am not. Am I?

“Blimey, Jools, you really are an addict.”

“Am not.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Proof it.”


“You come up with something.”

“Okay… uhm….” I pretended as if I was thinking. “What if I…. Don’t smoke for the upcoming 2 weeks?”

“That would be cool. But you are not allowed to get grumpy, tired during the daytime or annoyed by a very small incident, okay?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Cool,” Leah said, and then started to build a tower out of the empty tissue-boxes surrounding us.

Sniff, sniff.

156 tissues. 157 tissues.

Cough, cough.


158 tissues.

“When is there finally coming a Hogsmeade weekend?” I asked, about ten minutes after her ‘cool’. “I would love to see the village now. Dan and Jesse have been there so many times, I would love to know what kind of fun I’m missing.”

“You don’t miss a lot,” a voice said. I looked around, it was Jesse. Leah knocked over her building made out of tissue-boxes. Haha.

“Why not?” I asked. “I thought it was sooooo much fun.”

“It isn’t,” he said. “It’s just a village, nothing more than that.”

I shrugged. “Too bad.”

“Hey, Leah, can I talk to you for a second?” Jesse asked.

Leah turned as red as a…. uhm… red thing. “Yeah, sure,” she said.

“Er… Alone,” Jesse said, looking at me.

I shrugged, “Okay, I’ll go. Guard my tissues.”

I got up, grabbed a new box of tissues and then walked to the dormitory.


Sarah hasn’t gone to bed yet. She’s reading my newest book of le Petit Nicolas, the one I got for my birthday.

“And, how’s your French going?” I asked.

“Very bad. How’s your cold?”

“My cold is good. I am bad,” I said.

“So are you going to start a new tissue-collection here, too?”

“Sarah, you little idiot, we have here one thing that we don’t have in the common room,” I said with the biggest smile on my face. Of course, that smile made me cough again.

“And what is that?” Sarah asked. Blimey, she’s really not that clever as everybody thinks.

“A bin, Sarah, a bin,” I said.

I grabbed the bin and placed it in front of my bed.

“Why are you doing that?” Sarah asked.

“Wait and see,” I said mysteriously.

I sat on my bed, blew my nose, and threw the tissue in to the bin. YESS!! SCORE!!!

“Impressive,” Sarah said, grinning. “But I bet you can’t do that a second time.”

“Oh no? Well, watch and learn.”

I blew my nose again, and threw the tissue towards the bin. Unfortunately, the tissue has fallen in Fishy’s bowl. Oops.

“Haha, told you,” Sarah said.

I got up and fished the tissue out of Fishy’s bowl.

“I’m sorry Fishy,” I said. “Maybe you will also get a cold now, but technically seen it’s not my fault. You see, Sarah made me throw another tissue. If she hadn’t made me, it wouldn’t have fallen into you bowl and then you wouldn’t have had the cold now. I’ll put a new tissue next to your bowl just in case you need it.”

See, I’m a very good fish-owner.

Half an hour later

Leah just came into the dormitory and looked around in a very surprised way.

Okay, yes, it’s kind of messy here. I have been trying to throw the tissues I used in to the bin, but it doesn’t really work. There are now 4 tissues in the bin, and at least 15 spread over the dormitory. Bugger. Does this mean I have to clean up the dormitory now?

After Leah had looked around long enough, she shrugged and walked happily towards Sarah and me.

“Guess what?!” she said.

“Er… what?” I asked.

“Jesse asked me to go with him on the first Hogsmeade weekend!!”

“Did he?” Sarah and I asked at the same time. We were bewildered.

“Yes, he did!!” Leah squealed.

“Why?” I asked.

“What do you mean, why? It means he likes me too!!”

“Well, er… congratulations,” I said.

Leah raised an eyebrow, but then smiled at me. Why? What have I done now?

“Oh, Jools, your time will also come, don’t worry,” she said.

How does she know that? Probably something she learned with Divination. I knew I should have chosen that subject!

Midnight, in bed

Now I have two friends who are happily in love. Does that mean that, when Sarah and Flo also have a boyfriend, I will be all aloney?

God, I hope not.


Now you might be thinking: How has she gotten inspiration from such a bad tv-show?
Well, I'll tell you:
I'm having the worst cold in the world now. And when I was watching tv last night, and blowing my nose every second, I knew I could let Jools write about it the way I would write about it
So I decided to give Jools the same cold

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Old April 21st, 2008, 8:52 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Okay guys, another update again, as promised.
NB: The translation of the little French "conversation" below can be found in my feedback thread. Even though it's a useless conversation, it's nice to know what they are saying


Sunday, October 13th

10.00 a.m.


Haha, Sarah just asked Claire to pass her the marmalade, and Claire dropped it in the middle of her plate. Very amusing.

“Claire, tu es un idiot,” Sarah said.

I said : “Je pense qu’elle est une idiote.

Claire ignored me and said: “Elle avait tort de s’inquiéter, parce que nous sommes presque toujours sage.”

What? She only knows sentences from Le Petit Nicolas, so she can’t have a normal French conversation. Now I think about it, Sarah also only knows sentences from Le Petit Nicolas, so

I wonder where this is going.

Sarah said casually and completely convinced that she was saying the right thing: “Il mangeait une tartine de confiture.”

“Je vais te donner un coup de poing sur le nez,” Claire said, also thinking that they were having a very normal conversation.

Sarah said: “Elle a dit a Claire, qui est la dernière de la classe, de ne pas se faire remarquer.”
“Je vais * la pêche,” Claire said

“Evidemment, tu préfères lire tranquillement ton journal, pendant que moi je m’occupe de la discipline !”

“Cette histoire nous a beaucoup plu, mais malheureusement la maîtresse nous avait défendu de rire sans sa permission. ”

“Je t’ai déj* dit de ne pas parler d’argent devant le petit!”

“D’accord.” Claire simply said.

Hahahaha. But whatever. Their French is very bad indeed.

6.00 p.m.

“You know, it’s all very nice and so on that Jesse, like, asked me out to Hogsmeade, but when are we finally going to Hogsmeade?” Leah said to me, while were sitting in the common room.

“No idea,” I said, taking my very last tissue out of the very last box. “I need more tissues.”

You must know that my cold isn’t as bad anymore as the past week, but I still have it. Sniff sniff. And now I’m out of tissues.

“You know, if you had paid at least a little bit attention to all of our classes, you might be able now to produce tissues just by using your wand. But, FYI, you don’t know that.”

“Well, are you able to produce tissues for me at this moment?”

“No, I’m not, but I was just saying that-”


“That you might have to pay a little more attention during our lessons. I’m only saying, you know. Not that you have to do anything about it… or something.”

“So let me get this straight: first you make me quit smoking for two weeks, which, by the way, not even that bad, and then you say I have to pay more attention to our lessons?”

“Er… Yes?”

“Okay, then this is what I am going to do: I’m going to start being interested in our subjects and make my homework and learn about stuff, okay?”

“And when you have passed your OWL’s in two and a half years, you’ll of course thank me.”

“And when I have passed my OWL’s in our fifth year, I will thank you.”
Did I really agree to that?

Saturday, October 19th

Merlin’s books of Petit Nicolas, I can’t do this. I’ve tried paying attention, I have tried to make my homework, but I just can’t do it.

I can’t listen to McGonagall when she is rambling on about Transfiguration.

I can’t make a proper potion and then listen to Snape who is telling me what I’m doing wrong, but not telling me what I have to do to make it right again.

I can’t have fun during Care of Magical Creatures, because I hate animals. Except for Fishy, of course.

I can’t do Arithmancy; it is way too confusing and very hard. Why did I choose it anyway?

I can’t charm anything during Charms, I haven’t got the patience, the ability to concentrate or anything else.

I can’t sit in the DADA classroom without thinking: Blimey, Moody looks really weird.

I just can’t have a normal day at school like the other people I know. Except Dan, perhaps. He also can’t behave in class, listen to teachers or make his homework. But he has a strategy:

When he sees after, like, half a school year, that he’s not doing very well, he starts to work.

And then he is very very good. So he really is in Ravenclaw because he has the right qualities: he really is smart.

I’m not. I can’t learn things properly.

And now I can’t smoke either.

Thursday, October 23rd

Yessssss, I can smoke again!

And, more importantly, I have made it through two whole weeks without a cigarette. This isn’t that much of an achievement, by the way, because I can go a whole year without smoking. But I’m not taking that bet. No way.


A little note from the writer (me )
Okay, everyone, everything’s going to be a little weird from now on, as there is one very big mistake made in the book.
It always says that they take the train every year at the 1st of September. But the day after that is always a Monday. And that it says in GoF, that the day that Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrive on Friday 30th of October.
And that’s mathematically impossible. So, I will just follow the book and continue on Friday, October 30th.


Friday, October 30th

6.00 p.m.

Finally, our new matey’s from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang should arrive at this very moment. Only I can’t see them yet.

So unless I have gone blind without noticing it, they aren’t here yet and they are too late. And McGonagall is not even going ballistic. Every time that I am late for class, she gets indescribably mad.

I guess she thinks this is “different” or something.

We have to stand outside in the bitter cold and wait for our mates to arrive. Why we aren’t allowed to wait inside is a mystery to me, but whatever.

We have to wait together with the rest of our House, which is very funny. Dan was just standing very casually next to Claire with the Gryffindors, snogging her and so on, but McGonagall saw him and sent him back to us. Haha.

Unfortunately, when she sent him back, she saw me smoking a cigarette and made me put it out, else ways I had to go inside. And that would be very bad indeed, I’m sure. But, eager as I am to see everyone arrive, I put it out. And now I’m cold, because I don’t even have a little fire to warm me up.

Brrrr. Brrrrr.

Wait!! I see something!! There is something huge flying in the air. What is it?

Everyone around me is screaming things and guessing what it is. They really have to find a life.

Dan asked me: “What do you think it is?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” I said truthfully. “Perhaps a big flying pumpkin?”

Unfortunately, it isn’t. It is a big carriage. Boring! But whatever, it’s fun anyway. The horses are enormous, just as the Headmistress, by the way. Blimey, how big can a person be?

The boys and girls from Beauxbatons don’t look very happy. They are whispering things to each other and looking at the castle with looks that say: “Whaaat? Do we have to stay here the rest of the year?”

And they think it’s very cold. I just heard a girl whispering that to a boy. They are right, it IS cold here.

Wait, I have an idea: I have to sneak back into the school with their group, no one will notice.

6.20 p.m.

The Beauxbatons kids walked inside slowly. Okay, go! Yesss, no one saw me.

Everyone from Beauxbatons apparently thought I was interesting, because they were staring at me. Have they never seen an English girl before, or what? Probably not, as they live in France, but who cares?

We came into the Great Hall and I sat down at the Ravenclaw table. All my new French “mates” followed my example, as they didn’t really know what to do.

When they were sitting and were looking around and were saying things like : “C’est horrible,” I said loudly:


The French didn’t seem to like it very much. They just raised their eyebrows and went on talking to each other. If these people have to be my new friends, I don’t know what has to become of the world.

On the other side of the pavement, perhaps they don’t think it’s a “bon soir.” Perhaps they think it’s a very “mauvais soir.” Do French people really say that to each other?

Those French people are sooo boring. They are just talking to each other in low voices, very fast of course, so that I can’t hear what they are saying. SO unfair. How they even know I speak French is a mystery, but who cares? They don’t, I can tell you.

10 minutes later

FINALLY. The Durmstrang people have come in and sat down at the Slytherin table. What a horrible choice. On the other side of the road, they don’t know how stupid the Slytherins are, so it’s not their fault.

They look loads happier than the Beauxbatons, though, which is much nicer. They see at least the beauty of Hogwarts.

And there they are, my very own school mates. They look happy. Why?

Everyone was talking very exited and so on. Why?

Then I saw Sarah, Flo, Claire and Leah al running towards me, apparently very happy.

“Oh, Jools, guess who’s here?” Sarah squealed.

“Tell me, who is it?”

“You don’t want to know,” Dan said, sitting opposite me.

“Oh yes, I do,” I said.

“No, you don’t,” Jesse said.

I think the guys are all in a very jealous mood today.

“It’s Viktor Krum!” Claire squealed like a squirrel.


No wonder Jesse and Dan are jealous. They know that both Leah and Claire luuurve him. And so do Flo and Sarah, by the way.

“Why do you like that so much?” I asked. “He’s ugly.”

“No, he’s not!” Flo said.

“How can you say such a thing?!” Leah said.

“I guess I just… can,” I said reasonably. “And now, let’s please enjoy our marvelous dinner and stop talking about ugly people who will never like you in return.”

They all sat down, looking annoyed, but I’ll tell you: I’m right.

10.00 p.m.

In bed. Staring at stars I can’t see. Why is there a roof here? It’s so useless.

Anyway, the feast was nice and we ate fabulous things and so on, but now I’m as full as a potato. I have to loose those pounds again, but how?

You know, I could creep out of my bed, creep to the owlery and send my marvelous French letter to a French person who is currently here at Hogwarts.

Yes, I’ll do that.

10.45 p.m.

After two years of trying to avoid Filch and Mrs. Norris, I have finally reached my destination.

Now I only have to find a good owl who will not get confused and can’t find the way anymore.

Wait, there is a sweet one. Now I just have to grab her and….


I just tried to climb up and get her down, with the result that I have fallen myself. The silver lining is that my new Owly-matey has also come down. Great.

11.00 p.m.

And finally I watched, after a year of explaining to her where she had to go (she seemed to have a kind of stupid and dumb expression), my little owly flying off into the distance.



This was it again!
I hope you liked it, even though it was
a) Not that long and
b) not that good/interesting/etc.

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Translation French conversation between Sarah and Claire:

Sarah: "Claire, you're an idiot."

Jools: "I think she is an idiote." (if you have French, you will understand this one if you read it in French, if you don't have French, then I will only wish you good luck with it )

Claire: "She was wrong to worry, because we are nearly always sweet." (? I must admit that I don't know the English translation of the word Sage. I only know dat it means "Braaf" in Dutch).

Sarah: "He ate a jam cakey."

Claire: "I'm going to to hit you on the nose." (this is, again, a rough translation, as I don't know the exact English words. You may not forget that French is my 3rd language).

Sarah: "She said to Claire, who is the dumbest in class, to pretend as if she isn't there."

Claire: "I'm going fishing."

Sarah: "You prefer to read the paper, while I'm busy with the discipline."

Claire: "We liked this story very much, but the teacher had forbidden us to laugh without her permission."

Sarah: "I have already told you not to talk about money in front of the little one!"

Claire: "Okay."

My latest & last Juliet fic:
"C'est l'angoisse du temps qui passe qui nous fait tant parler du temps qu'il fait. Les critiques littéraires sont des cactus qui vivent de leurs piquants parmis les vautours qui vivent de leur plume."
- L'écrivain raté, 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

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Old April 25th, 2008, 10:54 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Saturday, October 31st

10.00 a.m.

Common Room

“So… have you put your name in the Goblet of Fire yet?” I asked my brother.

Everyone else has gone away. Probably trying to feed the ENORMOUS horses who were pulling the Beauxbatons-carriage yesterday. Or they are just trying to chase them over the school grounds. Why didn’t I go with them? That’s loads of fun, it really is.

“No, I haven’t,” my brother replied.

“Why not? I wanted to be the sister of the guy who is the Hogwarts’ Champion!”

“And you don’t want to be the sister of the guy who is not?”

“Nope. That would mean I was the sister of a loser.”

“That’s nice.”

“You would think so, but no.”


“Yes. So why aren’t you going to give up your name?”

“Because a) I might be killed in the tournament, and I’m not brave enough for that or b) I might be killed by mum, and I’m not brave enough for that either.”

“Wow, you really are a loser.”


“Now I don’t have a brother anymore. Now I’m brother less.”

He smacked me cheerfully on the head. Aw, that’s sweet.

10.30 a.m.

Yesssss!! I’ve got mail! I’ve got mail! And it’s from a French person from Beauxbatons, as it was just brought by the owl that I sent away last night. Yay!

I said a quick goodbye to my always-so-sweet brother and went outside to find my dearest friends. And I found them, surprise surprise, with the Beauxbatons horses, very close to the forest.

Dan and Jesse were trying to feed the horses carrots. Why? Personally, if I were a horse, I would prefer apples or… no fruit at all. Maybe chocolate. No wonder the horses don’t want to eat it.


Jesse shouted back: “WHAT??!”

Has he turned deaf?

Probably. Who cares? Leah, possibly, as she is SO interested in Jesse. What a surprise.

At that moment I saw my sweetest friends, Leah, Flo, Claire and Sarah, sitting in the grass.

They look like they are very cold, but they were sitting very close to each other and sometimes I saw sparks of fire.

“HELLO!!!!!” I said very enthusiastically.

They all jumped up, and Sarah accidentally set fire to Flo’s cloak. Hahahahahahahaha. Merlin’s shampoo, this is unbelievable.

Flo was jumping around, shouting: “Help! Help! I’m on fire!!” and at that very moment, Leah splashed an enormous splash of water over Flo with her wand. HAHAHAHAHA. Even funnier.

I think I’m a bit hysterical.

11.00 p.m.

Common Room
Sitting in the Common Room with everyone, except for Dan, Jesse and Flo. Flo is taking a hot shower in the Gryffindor common room, to prevent the marvelous cold that she’s going to get after the water-splash-incident.

Dan and Jesse are still busy chasing horses. They should really find a life.

“So, what did you want to tell us when you came outside?” Leah asked. “I mean, after you had that cold you never want to come outside anymore because of all the bacteria or something. You’re such a drama queen.”

“Actually, I didn’t want to go outside anymore because of the fact that it’s now really, very cold out there. And indeed, I don’t want to get a cold anymore, as I explained very well to McGonagall when she asked me last night after dinner why I had sneaked back into the castle with the Beauxbatons-lot.”

“Whatever,” Claire said. “Tell us what you wanted to tell us.”

“Well….” I said. “I have gotten a letter an hour ago from someone from Beauxbatons who has received my letter yesterday night!”

They all looked very excited, waiting for me to say more. When I didn’t, Sarah asked:

“Well… what’s in it?”

“I dunno, I haven’t opened it yet,” I said truthfully.

“Why not?” they all asked at the same time.

“Because I wanted to wait for you guys! I wanted to share this enormously important letter with you, my sweetest, most marvelous and most important friends in the whole world-”

“What are you waiting for?!” Leah said, impatiently. “Open it and read it out loud!”

And so I did.

Chère Juliet,
J’ai lu ta lettre, et c’était très amusant. Je ne connais pas sa famille, mais je sais qu’ils sont fous. Et c’est un compliment.
Moi, je m’appelle Christophe, et je suis un élève á Beauxbatons. J’ai 17 ans, et mon anniversaire est le 15 août. Je veux bien être le Beauxbatons’ Champion. J’aime : parler avec mes amis, le Quidditch et apprendre l’anglais. Je n’aime pas : Mon petit frère et être perdu.
J’ai un père, une mère et un petit frère. Ils sont très ennuyeux, mais ils sont ma famille, c’est pourquoi que je leurs aime. Je veux bien te rencontrer. Alors, je peux parler anglais avec toi et tu peux parler français avec moi.

Toutes mes Amitiés,
Christophe Clement.

Everyone looked at me in a weird way that said: “What???”

“Okay, English this time, please,” Sarah said.

“Yeah, we only know the Petit Nicolas words. And there is no “Je suis le phantome” in it,” Claire said.

Of course there isn’t. What does she think it is? A children’s book or something?

“Well, he says that his name is Christophe, that he’s 17 years old and that he would like to talk English with me,” I said.

“But I thought you wanted to talk French with someone,” Leah said.

She’s really not that clever.

“Yes, I do want to talk French with someone, but he, you know, the guy who wrote to me, wants to talk English with me.”

“Oh,” she said.

Wow, she’s finally getting it.


Wrote back to Christophe, the French boy I don’t know yet but who I would like to know. I mean, he could be cool, couldn’t he?

Do you speak English well, then? Because I don’t want to talk to somebody in English for 2 hours when he or she cannot speak English.
If you do not understand this letter, tell me, okay?
And yeah, I would like to meet you too. Tomorrow, perhaps? I hope you become the Beauxbatons Champion! (But not if you’re good. I want Hogwarts to win the Tournament.)

1 p.m.

Received a reply:

I understood your letter perfectly, don’t worry.
Unfortunately, I can’t meet with you tomorrow. I have planned to do other things.
How about Monday soir? (how do you say that in English? I’ve never learnt it.)

Evening, Champions Selection

Yum yum, dinner was marvelous. But I must say that I’m really curious about who the Champions are going to be.

It’s stupid that my brother hasn’t put his name in the Goblet of Fire. Now my brother won’t become a Champion and he really is a loser for not even trying. I have to find a new brother.

10 minutes later

Yes! They’re going to announce the Champions.

7 minutes and 37 seconds later

Okay, yeah, do the Goblet of Fire turned red, and the Durmstrang Champion is Viktor Krum. Big surprise. NOT. Everyone thinks he's awesome, and, as it turns out, so does the Goblet of Fire. Leah and Sarah looked as if they wanted to cheer, but in the end they didn’t because they realized that they are supposed to support Hogwarts.

The Beauxbatons Champion is a surprise, actually. She’s called Fleur Delacour, and I wonder why the Goblet of Fire thinks she has the potential to participate with the Tournament. I mean, she clearly is one of these girls who only care about her looks. Oh, whatever, maybe I’m just jealous of how pretty she is.

Every boy in this school just luuurves her. When she walks by, everyone is staring at her. Even Dan and his gang of morons. Why?

When Fleur’s name was called, two other girls started crying. It was very very funny. I felt like saying: “Haha, losers,” but I didn’t because I’m such a nice person and care so much for the feelings of others.

The Hogwarts Champion is Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff Quidditch player who is loved by almost every girl, just because they things he’s so handsome and so on. Well, they’re right, but I have learnt not to judge a book by its cover.

But since when is Hogwarts allowed to have two Champions?

Since when is Harry Potter 17 years old?

11 p.m., in bed

Yup, I definitely have to find someone else to fall in love with. I mean, now that Harry is a Triwizard Champion, he has a good chance of dying and my heart will be broken. And I was meaning to have a long and happy life, which I won’t have if my one and only dies when I’m so young.

Monday, November 2nd


Today I’m skipping Arithmancy to go to Divination (Div for short, okay? Else ways it’s such a long word) with Claire and Leah, my bestest and smartest mates who have chosen Div instead of Arithmancy because they were convinced that Arithmancy would be very boring.

And they were right. Nobody in that class will notice I’m gone, I think, as no one has probably ever noticed I was there, if you know what I mean.

I want to go to Div because I want to be able to tell what my new friend (Christophe) looks like. I know you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, but still, I want to know. But now I realize that I shouldn’t have gone to Div at all.

“How long do we still have to walk?” I sighed, as we had been walking up the stairs for what felt like an hour or more.

“Almost there,” Claire said, sounding exhausted.

“You said that two minutes ago,” I said.

“Yeah, so how should I know if we’re almost there?”

“Well, one: you’re taking Divination, so you’re supposed to know and two: you’ve walked these stairs for over two months now every week.”

“So you think I should know it?”

“Yeah, I think you should, because-”

“We’re here,” Leah said calmly.



Blimey, I never should have gone to Divination. It’s so boring.

Trelawney, our “teacher”, is the most insane person I’ve ever seen in my whole life. First of all, she looks weird, and second of all, she didn’t greet me like normal people do, but immediately told me I would lose a beloved possession the upcoming year. That’s nice and encouraging, isn’t it?

Anyway, we’re doing hand reading or something right now, which will never learn me how to predict the future, or how to predict what Christophe looks like.
This all isn’t right either, by the way. If this book is right, Claire should have died last April.

But she’s still here, so she hasn’t died, has she?

Common Room, after my first and last lessen Div ever

“I should never have gone there, it was so boring,” I said.
Leah shrugged. “It was your own choice,” she said.

“You know Jools, I don’t think you should worry that much about Christophe,” Sarah said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because I’ve done some looking around yesterday, and most of the Beauxbatons guys are good looking. I think it’s a French thing.”

Sarah is a real friend, I can tell you that much.

5 minutes later

Sarah and Leah have gone down to dinner already, so I’m all aloney now. I need someone to talk to for a second.

Wait, I have still one matey left: Fishy. Fishy is always there for me (which isn’t such a surprise, as she can’t get out of her bown because then she might die. How long do fish live, anyway?)

5 minutes later

Went upstairs to talk to Fishy.

“Hey Fishy,” I said. “How are you today? Have you learnt anything fun at the fish school today?”

Blub blub.

Of course she isn’t going to a fish school. She hasn’t got any other mateys at all. Blimey, that must be stupid. Swimming around in your bowl all day with no one to talk to.

Not that would need anyway to talk to, as she can’t talk at all, but maybe fish have other ways to communicate. But how would I know? I’m not a fish. At least, I hope not.

“You know, Fishy, I’m going to meet with a guy today. A French guy. He sounded cute in his letter, but I still don’t know if I want to meet him in person. I mean, he could be ugly, if you know what I mean.”

(and then Fishy should have said: “Bad Jools! You can’t judge a book by its cover!”)

“You don’t even have a boyfriend, do you Fishy? You haven’t got a chance to get one. Don’t worry, I will find you a guy. You won’t end up all aloney like me, I promise.”

At that moment I looked up and saw Loony staring at me.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I don’t think it’s weird. I talk to animals myself, too.”

Blimey. Does that mean that Loony and I are alike or something?


Christophe wrote me a short letter yesterday, saying that he wanted to meet me in the Great Hall after dinner at the Ravenclaw table, so I’m pretty nervous right now.

“I bet he’s gorgeous,” Flo said.

I am sitting, on purpose, at the Gryffindor table.

“Why would you say that?” I asked.

“Just a guess. And I’m trying to make you feel better,” she said.

“We won’t hang around here anymore after dinner. Just tell us what is was like tonight, okay?” Claire said.

“We won’t hang around to see how it goes?” Flo asked, disappointed. “Why not?”

“We have to give them a little space,” Claire said. “You know, else ways we will be like the annoying friends of Jools.”

“But we are the annoying friends of Jools!” Flo said.

How long do I have to listen to this?

After Dinner

Okay, there we go, up to the Ravenclaw table.

To meet a French person.

What will he be like?

It’s a mystery.

Well, for now anyway.


That was it again, for now anyway
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Translation Christophe's letter:

Dear Juliet,
I have read your letter, and it was very amusing. I don't know your family, but I think that they are insane. And that's a compliment.
My name is Christophe, and I am a student at Beauxbatons. I am 17 years old, and my birthday is August 15th. I would like to be the Beauxbatons champion. I like: talking with my friends, Quidditch and learning English. I don't like: My little brother and being lost. I have a father, a mother and a little brother. They are very annoying, but they are my family, that's why I love them. I would like to meet you. And then, I can talk English with you and you can talk French with me.

My latest & last Juliet fic:
"C'est l'angoisse du temps qui passe qui nous fait tant parler du temps qu'il fait. Les critiques littéraires sont des cactus qui vivent de leurs piquants parmis les vautours qui vivent de leur plume."
- L'écrivain raté, 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

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Old April 27th, 2008, 10:37 am
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Okay tout le monde, this is the new update
It's not that long, but it wasn't supposed to be, as it's all about the rendez-vous between Jools and Christophe.

I have to say that Christophe actually has a French accent, not so much, but I haven't even bothered trying to write that, as it would have been bad anyway.

I hope you like it!


10 minutes later

I was just playing with some leftovers that were lying on the table, and then someone sat across me.

“Hey,” I heard a voice with a slight French accent say. “Are you Juliet?”

I looked up, surprised to hear my name (I was very interested in playing with leftovers).

Across me sat a boy. And not just one, he was AMAZING. He had beautiful dark hair, amazingly sweet eyes and a VERY CUTE SMILE. And he was smiling at ME. Me, Juliet, the not-so-very-pretty-girl-who-is-looking-for-love-but-will-never-find-it. That me.

“How did you know it was me?” I asked quickly.

He grinned. “It was not hard. There is no one else sitting here.”

I looked around. Blimey, he was right.

“And you’re… Christophe?” I asked. I thought I’d better check, just in case.

“The one and only,” he said. His English is really good? How come?

“How come your English is so good?” I asked, curious as I was.

“Well… how come your French is so good?”

“I’ve French family, as I told you. Remember?” I said.

He shrugged. “Well, then I have English family,” he said simply.

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

“Who says I don’t? You can’t prove it, can you?”

(Wow, I could have had this conversation with Dan!)

“It’s just that… I don’t think you have English family.”

“Ah, you’re right. I am as French as a French Union. Am I that transparent?” he asked, uncertain.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you are.”

“Too bad,” he said. “Shall we go and take a walk for a while? It might be boring if we keep on sitting here.”

“Sure,” I said.

I kind of like him. A lot.

7.45 p.m.

Am I allowed to be out of the Common Room at this hour?

Who knows? I don’t, I can tell you that much.

Anyway, Christophe and I are walking around through the castle. It’s fun, even though we’re walking a lot. Now I realize that I’ve never noticed before how big the castle is.

“So, Juliet, tell something about yourself,” Christophe said.

“Like what?” I asked. “I’ve already told you a lot in my letter, have I?”

“If that is everything you can tell me about yourself and about your life I can honestly say that I think your life is very boring.”

“Okay, I admit it, there’s more to tell. For instance, I turned 14 a month ago.”

“Well, congratulations. Have you got any nice gifts?”

“Yeah, loads. My dad sent me socks, my mother sent me a book about Petit Nicolas and I am since then the true owner of a fish called Fishy.”

He laughed. “A fish called Fishy?”

“It wasn’t my idea. And it’s not her real name anyway.”

“What is her real name then?”

“Her name is Princess Leah Claire Florine Sarah Juliet Williams. And that’s not easy to say, trust me.”

“Those are a lot of names,” he said. “So were you the one girl who crept into the school with us the day we arrived?”

“Oh, yeah, that was me. I was very cold and just needed to be inside and warm up for just a moment. I didn’t get into trouble with it, luckily for me. I don’t think they will tolerate it again if I cross the line once more.”

“Are you such a bad girl, then?” he said. I saw he was grinning, so apparently he thought it was funny. But it really isn’t, I think. It’s a very serious matter.

“Well, a lot of professors say that I’m sarcastic and rude towards them, but I don’t think it’s true. But I have to say that I almost never pay attention in class and never do my homework,” I said.

Then I raised an eyebrow, and asked him: “You’re not going to tell me that you are such a sweet boy who is always nice to professors and never does anything wrong, are you?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to. I have done a lot of things to upset our professors, but I have always managed to stay at school. I knew where the line was.”

“I think that’s my problem. I don’t know where the line is. I hate the line. Especially because it is imaginary. I mean, how can you know where the line is if you can’t imagine it?”

“I think that’s the point of imagining it. Or something. Now I do not get it anymore. You shouldn’t ask such…. Difficult questions.”

Maybe I shouldn’t…

8.00 p.m., wandering outside on the School Grounds

“I can’t believe we’re outside,” I said. “It’s so cold here.”

“You are exaggerating, I think. It isn’t that cold,” Christophe said.

“You’re one to talk. Everyone from your school was wearing scarves and so on the day you arrived,” I said.

I rummaged through my pockets and finally found a pack of cigarettes. I took one out and lit it with my wand. That’s something I’ve learnt, though, during the week that I was “paying attention” and so on.

“Hey, that’s bad for you,” Christophe said.

I shrugged. “I know. But I won’t smoke it now. I will just use the light to warm me up.”

“I don’t think that will work,” Christophe said. “I mean, we would do better with a bigger fire.”

“The only problem is that we don’t have a bigger fire. And I’d rather not set the forest on fire.”

“We don’t have to,” Christophe said simply.

He got his wand out of his pocket, waved it, and after he had waved it a small jar had appeared. Then he waved his wand another time and there was fire in the jar!

Awesome, I wish I could do that.

We sat down against a wall of the castle and put the jar with the fire between us.

“You know, you’re actually doing something very wrong,” I said.

“What do you mean?” Christophe asked.

“Well, I was supposed to find someone to talk French with. But now that I have found a French person, that is to say: you, you only want to talk English with me. And that’s not so much of a problem for you, though, because your English is fabulous.”

He smiled in a very cute and sweet way. Merlin’s bike, I think I love him. “Thank you for the compliment, but I think your French is very good too.”


“You’re welcome.”

11.00 p.m.

In bed

In conclusion I would say that Christophe is the sweetest and nicest and cutest guy I’ve ever met in my life. I think I’ve found my new love. Wow, I did that very quickly.

But anyway, it was too good to be true, because all good things come with strings attached.
And my new love HAS A GIRLFRIEND.

And I’m not kidding.

I was walking with Christophe towards the Beauxbatons carriage, and when we arrived there we saw a girl sitting on the grass. And when she saw Christophe, she jumped up and snogged him. I was like: WHAAAT?! (almost just as I had been when Dan and Claire snogged each other for the first time. Remember? On my birthday.)

She whispered something in his ear and I saw him grinning. Then, she noticed me.

“Qui est elle?” she asked Christophe.

“Oh,” Christophe said. “Christine – Juliet. Juliet – Christine. Juliet est un élève * Hogwarts. Elle m’a envoyé cette lettre.”

“Ah, d’accord,” Christine said. “Nice to… uh… meet you.”

Wow, Christophe and Christine, as if they are made for each other.

I recognized her, though. She was one of the two girls who started crying Saturday because they hadn’t been chosen as the Beaubatons Champions. Haha. Christophe has accidentally got a prat for a girlfriend.

“Je parle francais,” I said. Then I shrugged. “Je dois aller,” I said then. “Au revoir.”
“Au revoir, Juliet,” Christophe said.

He pronounced my name really sweet. Not with the ‘dj’ as English people so it, but more with a ‘sj’.

I think that’s very sweet.


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Re: Wanted: Romeo

New update! I know it's soon, but I'm bored and I have vacation and all my friends have gone to other countries and so on. There's not much else to do



Tuesday, November 3rd

7.45 a.m.


“So… what is he like?” Leah asked.

Leah, Claire, Flo and Sarah are sitting around me at the Ravenclaw table, all wanting to know what Christophe is like.

“Well, he is very nice,” I said truthfully.

“Very nice? That’s everything you have to say about him?” Flo asked.

“Well, he is also very handsome. And amazingly sweet and he has the cutest smile in the world and-” I began, but at that moment I was interrupted by Dan, who sat down at the table next to Claire and said: “Wow, Jay, you don’t have to talk about me like that, they already know I am like that.”

He is so rude. He thinks everything is about him and he thinks soooo much of himself.

Why, though? He’s rude and annoying. And he always makes sarcastic remarks.

“Actually, we were talking about Jools’ new French friend,” Leah said. Aww, that must have hurt Dan. Too bad. NOT.

“Wow, you’re switching from guy to guy quickly, Jay,” Dan said, sarcastically. “What happened to the first one? Did you scare him away?”

What?! I didn’t know he knew about Harry. This is probably all Leah’s fault again. She must have told Dan, I’m absolutely certain.

I shrugged. “Well, I figures I should look for a guy who would live at least a few years longer, you know, else ways I will lose my faith in love way too quickly.”

Everyone was nodding along like nodding things, except for Dan, who didn’t look that happy at all.

Oh, whatever, I don’t care about his happiness. I’m filled with happiness, except for the tine problem that Christophe has a girlfriend.

That won’t be such a problem, though. I’m much more fun than that prat. And I like a little competition.

On the other side of the road, you really can’t call her competition. I’m way too fast for her.

10 minutes later

We walked out of the Great Hall to the Entrance Hall and there I saw Christophe talking with Fleur Delacour and his so-called “girlfriend.” When he looked up, he saw me, whispered something to Christine and Fleur and then came our way.

“That’s him,” I said quickly to everyone.

They all immediately looked his way. Noooo, why are my friends so stupid?

Christophe stopped in front of me and said: “Bonjour, Juliet,” with his beautiful French voice.

“Bonjour,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to you friends?” he asked while he was looking around to everyone very curiously.

“Oh, but of course,” I said. “Christophe, this is everyone: Leah, Sarah, Florine-”

“Hey!” Flo protested.

“Sorry Flo,” I said, and then continued. “Claire, Dan and Jesse. Everyone, this is Christophe.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Christophe said. Then he turned to me again. “I had fun last night. Shall we do something like that again?”

I felt like shouting: “YES!! Of course I want to do something like that again!” but I didn’t because it didn’t seem very charming to do so.

I just said: “Yeah, sure, that would be cool.”

“Magnifique,” Christophe said. “I’ll write you about it, okay?”

I nodded, as I wasn’t able to say anything. He smiled to me and then walked away to where Christine and Fleur were standing.

I can’t stop smiling. I think I’m in love.

“He seemed to think very much of himself,” Dan said.

“Yeah, just like you,” I snapped back. Dan looked offended.

“Anyway, I don’t see what you like so much about him,” he said. “I think he’s kind of a loser.”

“Are you jealous or something?”

“Jealous of him? Why would I be?”

I didn’t even bother answering that question.

“Is his girlfriend the long dark hair, by the way?” Leah asked.

“Yup, that’s her.”

“Wow, she’s hot,” Dan and Jesse said at the same time.

Claire looked offended.

“But you’re hotter,” Dan said. Claire seemed satisfied with that.

“Honestly, Jay, you don’t stand a chance against her,” Jesse said.

“And thank you very much,” I said.

“Come on, you get what I mean, don’t you? I mean, you’re pretty and she’s pretty, but I think he would go for someone a little older and a bit more mature.”

“Mature? She?” I asked in disbelief. “And do you want to say that I’m immature or something? Because that’s not true; I’m very mature.”

“If you say so,” Leah and Jesse said at the same time.


8 p.m.

Christophe sent me a letter:

I would like it if you could show me the castle once.
When do you have the time?

I wrote back:

This weekend, I think.
Will you show me the Beauxbatons carriage, then?

Friday, November 6th

5 p.m.

Gryffindor Common room

I think the Gryffindor common room is much nicer than the Ravenclaw common room.

For instance, the Ravenclaw common room is blue. And I’m absolutely allergic to blue. I hate it. I really do. But I love red. And the Gryffindor common room is red!

I would say that Gryffindor had better taste than Ravenclaw, but I wont because I have seen paintings of that man one and he was wearing the most horrible things.

Also, in the Ravenclaw common room stands the horrible statue of our “beloved” Rowena Ravenclaw with beneath it the line: “Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure.” I hate that.

First of all: Why would we want to know what Ravenclaw looked like? Second of all: Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure? Excuse me?

But I have no one to complain to about it.

Anyway, I’m now sitting in the VERY comfortable chairs by the fire with Flo and Claire.
Flo is busy writing a letter to her sister, and Claire and I are staring to the fire. Claire doesn’t say anything, which is weird, as she almost ALWAYS talks. There must be something going on.

Finally, Claire broke the silence. But not with something I would expect her to say.

“Do you think that Dan likes… you?” she asked.

“What?” I asked, completely taken by surprise.

“You know, that he likes you. Just as I like him and you like Christophe and so on.”

“Why would you think that? You’re together, aren’t you?”

“Well, you noticed how jealous he became after we met Christophe, didn’t you?”

“Yes… But that doesn’t mean he likes me, does it?”

“I hope not.”

“You know, Claire, Dan is an honest guy. I never thought I would say that, but it’s true. He has always-” I sighed. “Well, almost always been honest with me and with everyone else. I don’t think he would go out with you if he liked someone else. And if he likes someone else right now, then I’m pretty sure he will dump you.”

She said nothing for a while. “So… do you like him?” she asked.

Good question.

Do I?

I can’t like three guys, that’s just wrong.

I bet I don’t like him. Well, maybe I do like him, but as a friend, you know. Like a very good matey.

Maybe I should ask Fishy for advice again.

9 p.m.

Okay, I have just left the Gryffindor tower, but it is already nine and I have found out that we, small third years, aren’t allowed in the corridors anymore at this hour. So I have to be very quick and have to make sure that no one notices me.

9.10 p.m.

Lalalala. I have to do as casually as possible. Lalalalala.

NO! There’s Mrs. Norris. She has seen me. Run, Jools, run!!!

9.15 p.m.
Pant, pant, pant.

Still running through the corridors like a maniac.

The only thing is: I’m lost. Where the hell am I? I don’t recognize this corridor. Have I ever been here? Or do I just not know the castle? That will be it, I’m pretty sure.

Okay, this is how I’m going to do it: I’m going to turn right, then left, then right and then left again. I hope I’ll end up where I’m going.

Or where I want to go, if you know what I mean.

9.45 p.m .

Ravenclaw Common room

Yes!! Finally, I’m here! It took me 45 minutes of turning left and right and I’m very exhausted now, but I’m here!

I have to lie down for a second and give myself some rest.


Loony is already sleeping, Sarah is reading a book and Leah is… no where to be seen.

I jumped on my bed and relaxed. Ahhh, this is life.

“Hey Fishy,” I whispered.

Blub blub. That probably means: “Hi, Jools.”

“I have just run through the whole school because I was lost and chased by a cat. I hope that the cat hasn’t chased me to this place, because if she has, you are as dead as a dead fishy. And I want to live a few more years with you, if you know what I mean.”

Blub blub.

“Tomorrow I have to show my new French friend this castle. Which is weird, as I was just lost myself. I don’t know anything about this castle. On the other side of the road, I know where the kitchens are, so I can just take him there, have some good food and forget that I know nothing about the castle at all. Yeah, I will do that.”

Blub blub.

It’s so nice to talk to someone who is that understanding.

10.30 p.m.

I was almost sleeping, but then Leah came into the dormitory and started talking to me.

“Hey, Jools, pssst, are you up?”

“Now I am,” I said, trying to sound as annoyed as possible. Leah didn’t get it, though.

“Guess what, Jools-” she started, but I interrupted her.

“Where have you been, by the way?”

“I was downstairs with Jesse and Dan and so on. Anyway, guess what?”

“WHAT?” I asked.

“You don’t want to know, do you?”

NO, I DON’T WANT TO. But I didn’t say that.

“Just tell me, Leah, okay?” I said.

“Our upcoming Hogsmeade visit is on Saturday November 21st,” she said.

Why would that be important enough to tell me when I’m almost sleeping?

“Yeah, so?” I asked.

“I’m going with Jesse, remember? Oh, it’s going to be so great!”

“Yeah, whatever,” I said.

She must have noticed I wasn’t interested, because I heard her walk away.

Great, now we have to listen the upcoming 2 weeks to Leah who is sooooo excited for her first Hogsmeade trip.

I’m not excited at all. It’s just a village.

Night night.


That's it!
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

New update again, as you see
There might be some typing/grammar mistakes in it as I haven't bothered to check it

Whatever, I hope you enjoy it!


Saturday, November 7th

9.00 a.m.

Christophe and I have decided to meet at 10 a.m. in the Entrance Hall, so I’ve woken this early on purpose to get ready. I should have been more quiet, because unfortunately for me, Leah woke up because I woke up (a little loud, perhaps) and now she’s awake with me.

And she’s rambling on again about the Hogsmeade trip.


(I didn’t say that out loud, by the way, as I didn’t want to upset her.)

9.15 a.m.

Okay, I look all right, but I still have one problem: I don’t know the castle very well.

Where do I have to go with Christophe without getting lost?

It’s a mystery to me.

9.30 a.m.

Went downstairs with Leah for breakfast.

We saw Dan and Jesse already sitting at the Ravenclaw table (why are they up so early? I, at least, have a good reason), and Leah want to join them. What a surprise.

“So, Jay, you’re up early,” Dan said when I sat down. “There must be something going on? Have you accidentally set your dormitory on fire?”

Haha, very funny.

“No, I haven’t done that, I’m not as clumsy as you are,” I said. “I’m just going to meet Christophe at ten o’clock.”

“Oh, yeah, and you would anything for him, wouldn’t you?” Dan said sarcastically.

He should really learn how to shut up.

I didn’t say anything, but I just shrugged.

“What are you going to do today, then?” Jesse asked.

“Oh, he wants me to show him the castle,” I said. “The problem is that I don’t know the castle very well and that I get lost almost every time.”

“Trust me, the castle is boring,” Dan said. “But we know how you can get into Hogsmeade.”

“What!?” I asked. “How?”

“It’s very easy,” Jesse said. “On the third floor corridor is a statue of a witch. Well, you tap on the statue with your wand, say ‘dissendium’ and then it opens and you can walk trough the tunnel to Honeydukes.”

Wow, cool. How do they know that?

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Last year we saw Fred and George Weasley go in there when they thought no one was looking,” Dan said. “They probably still think that they are the only ones who know about that passage,” he added, grinning.

Haha. Perhaps you should never assume you are the one who knows the most about Hogwarts.

Well, now I know at least one thing more about the school.


I’ve had a marvelous morning!

I met Christophe in the Entrance Hall at ten and after we finally got rid of Leah, who wanted to join us at first but then decided she didn’t want to come to Hogsmeade this afternoon, we started with our tour trough the school.

Most of the places were new to me too, but you can’t have it all.

“Where are we now?” I asked when we were walking up the stairs from a tower that looked vaguely familiar.

“I have no idea; you are supposed to know where we are. This is your school, remember?” Christophe said with a smile on his face.

“I know, but I never said I knew a lot about the school. Yesterday I was lost too.”

“That is not very smart,” he said (indeed it isn’t). “How are you supposed to find your way to classes, then?”

“I just walk with Leah, she knows everything.”

He laughed. “You know, I have done some reading about Hogwarts, and the book said that people were sorted into Ravenclaw because they were smart. No offense, but you don’t sound that smart.”

“I have heard that too much,” I said. “Perhaps it’s true. But there must be a reason why the Sorting Hat put me in Ravenclaw.”

“I guess. Perhaps it’s because of your marvelous French.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You know, I’m totally lost. Why don’t we have some kind of map of Hogwarts?”

“Would that work then?”

I shrugged. “Probably not,” I admitted. “I can’t read a map. I’ve tried it once, when I was in Paris with my mum, but it was too difficult.”

“Did you like it? Paris, I mean?” Christophe asked,

“Oh, I didn’t see much of it; it was more a family visit.”

“You should really go again. And then you shouldn’t only see the wizard part of Paris. You should also see the muggle city. It’s absolutely beautiful.”

“I’ll keep that in mind-” I started, before I was rudely interrupted by a painting.

I’m not kidding.

It was a knight. Why?

“Are you lost?” it said.

Now I knew who it was. It was Sir Cadogan. Flo and Claire were complaining about him last year because he was guarding the Gryffindor tower after the Fat Lady was attacked by Sirius Black.

I kind of like Sir Cadogan, mostly because he always let me in the tower if I just knew the password.

“Why would you think we’re lost?” I asked.

“Because you were talking about Paris! And we are still in England, you know!”

“Yes, we did know that. And we’re not lost.”

“Well, just in case you will be lost once again, just call upon Sir Cadogan!”

Then he mounted his fat pony with very much effort and disappeared out of his painting.

Wow, how insane can a portrait be?

“Who was that?” Christophe asked.

“A complete insane knight, called Sir Cadogan,” I said simply. “He’s insane.”

Christophe laughed. “Yes, I saw that,” he said.

At that moment I got a marvelous brainwave. “I know where we are!” I said.

“Wow. Where?”

“We’re walking up the North Tower. And I think we’d better not continue, as the Divination teacher lives there. And trust me, you do not want to meet her.”

“Why not?”

“Well, let’s put it this way: The first time I met her she didn’t great me or anything, but told me I would lose a beloved possession the upcoming year.”

“Sacré Bleu.”

“Mais oui.”

“So what are we going to do now?”

“Uhm… we could get something to eat in the kitchens. I know where those are.”

“That sounds good. Lead the way!”

12.10 p.m.

Oh my god, how do you come from the North Tower to the kitchens?!

I’m confused.

12.45 p.m.


I love house-elves. They are SO sweet, honestly.

They always say: “Of course Miss,” or “Yes Miss,” or “Here you go, Miss.” Never something like: “Sorry Miss,” or “No, we don’t have that, Miss.” They are SO adorable.

I wish we had a house-elf at home. My mother spends the whole day smoking Gauloises and drinking wine, and then she isn’t in the mood anymore to clean the house or cook our dinner. I told you my mother was lazy.

Anyway, we finally arrived at the kitchens after half an hour of searching. We tickled the pear (I’ve never tickled a pear before. It felt weird, but funny, in a way) and went inside the kitchens. We were IMMEDIATELY helped by the sweet and helpful house-elves. We asked for a few sandwiches, got them 3 seconds later and sat down at one of the tables.

“This is so cool, at Beauxbatons, nobody knows where the kitchens are. We aren’t allowed to come there,” Christophe said.

“I don’t think we are allowed in the kitchens either. But no one here seems to mind,” I said.

Christophe smiled. “Apparently not,” he said.

“So what’s Beauxbatons like?” I asked. I have always been interested in what kind of school it really is. I’ve tried to ask mum about it, but she doesn’t answer me normally as she “is never in the mood.” And those are her own words.

“It’s beautiful,” Christophe said. “It’s in the south of France, up in the mountains. Muggles can’t get there. The school staff doesn’t want to tell us how that comes, they say that we might spill the secret or something. But it’s a beautiful school. Bigger than this castle, I think, and it is more like a palace.”

I already imagined a palace from one of the muggle-fairytales Claire had once told me.

“So how do you go to school?” I asked. “Are you going by train, just like us?”

“Yes, by train. We, the students from Paris, first go with le metro to Gare Montparnasse. We have our own metro system there, you know. Muggles can’t see those metros. From la Gare we take a normal-looking train, which is also visible to Muggles, they just can’t get on it, to Beauxbatons. The students from the other city’s also go like that, but they take other trains. The village around Beauxbatons has its own gare.”

“Wow, there must be a lot of students at your school.”

“There are. France is a big country.”

We ate our sandwiches and then I asked him:

“Do you want to do something fun and totally against the rules?”

“Sure,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, we could go to the village of Hogsmeade.”

“Do you know how to get there, then?”

“I know everything.”

“You don’t.”

“No, indeed, I don’t. But I know that.”

1.20 p.m.
3rd floor corridor

Because Christophe liked the idea of going to Hogsmeade, we went to the third floor and I tapped on the statue of the witch, after I had looked around at first to see if there wasn’t anyone else. I was just about to whisper: “Dissendium,” but then I suddenly saw something fluffy standing next to Christophe.

Mrs. Norris. Is she following me or something?

She meowed, and then ran off.

Even though I knew I wasn’t officially doing something wrong (I mean, we are allowed to walk around the school on a Saturday afternoon, aren’t we?), I said to Christophe:

“Quick, we have to go.”

I ran into the first empty classroom I saw and sat down there.

“What was that all about?” Christophe asked. “Are you scared of cats or something?

“No, I’m not scared of cats, don’t worry. Cats are the sweetest animals in the world. Well, apart from Fishy, then.”

“So why did you run away?”

“Because I’m scared of thatt cat. She the caretaker’s cat and she has been following me since yesterday to catch me doing something wrong so that she can warn her boss.”

“And why would that be wrong?”

“Because I can’t do anything wrong again! I have crossed the line a little too much in my life. This year I wanted to take the good path, and it’s going rather well, but one toe over that line again and I’ll probably get expelled. Everything I have done can and will be used against me, I’m absolutely certain.”

“Juliet, come on, you’re such a drama queen,” he said, grinning.

Excuse me? He has obviously talked to Leah.

“Let’s just go downstairs and visit the village some other time,” he said then. “I could show you the Beauxbatons carriage.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, that would be cool.”

1.45 p.m.

Entrance Hall, all alone

You’ll never believe what just happened.

O whatever, I’m just going to tell you.

Christophe and I arrived in the Entrance Hall and his “girlfriend” came towards us.

“Bonjour,” she said to me, and then turned to Christophe. “Viens avec moi. Je veux rigoler avec toi.”

And he didn’t say that he was actually with me or that he had planned on doing something fun with me, not with her, but he just said: “D’accord. Un moment, s’il te plait.”

He turned to me, and said: “I’m sorry, I’m going with Christine. I’ll write you again, okay?”

And then he walked away.


I can’t believe it.

2.30 p.m.

Gryffindor Common Room

I met Flo on the way upstairs and she immediately saw that something was wrong. She took me to the Gryffindor common room and then went off to get me a Chocolate bar. I think I love her.

15 minutes later

Flo came back with the chocolate bar and she had also brought Claire, Sarah and Ginny. Leah wasn’t there. Whatever, she would probably tell me I am a drama queen anyway.

“So what happened? Why aren’t you with Christophe?” Claire asked.

I explained everything, and after I had finished I said:

“He walked away with her! He just walked away! With her! Why?”

Everyone nodded.

That won’t help me.

Then Flo said: “I think she has done something to hypnose him or something. She has obviously got him in her power.”


Flo has very weird idea, I have to say that.


Why does he like her better than me?

It isn’t fair.

She’s a prat, and I’m the funniest and most interesting girl in the world.

Why? Why? Why?

Now I’m really upset.


Okay, that was it for now.
You can expect a next update in about 3 days time, as I'm finally going to do some fun stuff this vacation for the upcoming two days

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Re: Wanted: Romeo

After my marvelous Koninginnedag of today, I'm posting my marvelous update.
I hope it's any good, as I've written it kind of fast.
On the other side of the road, I always do



Sunday, November 8th

What time is it?

I don’t know. And I don’t care either.

I’ve decided to pretend to be miserable and I am hiding in the dormitory.

It doesn’t work, because a) I don’t have to pretend to be miserable, I am miserable and b) it’s not really hiding as no one has come to look for me yet.

No one will miss me if I just left.

5 minutes later

I’m not officially alone, you know. I’m here with Fishy.

“Hello Fishy,” I said.

Blub blub.

I think she says hi back.

“You know sweetie, I’ve changed my mind about finding you a boyfriend. Before you know it, you’ve got your own Christine in your bowl and then you will be just as upset as I am now.”

Blub blub.

She probably agrees with me.

“So what would you do if you were me?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, just stared at me as if she were a stupid fish. Which she is, by the way, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“How do we know you’re a girl, actually?” I asked. “You could just as well be a boy. How can we tell?”

Blub blub.

Yeah, that’s very helpful, thank you very much.

“Anyway, would you ignore Christophe and teach him a lesson for the fact that he left me all alone for that stupid prat and so on? Or would you still talk to him after this whole walking-away-with-Christine-fandango?”

Blub blub.

If I keep talking to Fishy like this, I might go mad.


Still don’t know what time it is

I’m sitting in the common room with Leah and Sarah. They’re doing their homework. I’m not. I’m too depressed to do my homework.

“Leah, do you think I should ignore Christophe for the rest of my life?” I asked.

“Mmmm,” she said.

You know, even Fishy is more of a help than she is.

What shall I do?


Have decided to ignore Christophe for the rest of his life.

Yay, that’s gonna be fun.

No, probably not.

Friday, November 13th

The Day of the Unfortunate



Sarah and Flo are keeping their books above their heads ALL THE TIME. Why? It doesn’t make any sense, as it doesn’t rain. Inside or outside.

End of class

Hahahahaha. We had to transform our parrots into… er…. Well, whatever, but Sarah and Flo couldn’t, as they were still keeping their book above their head with both their hands.
McGonagall came over to them and asked them if they could please put the books down and start transforming their parrots.

“Sorry, professor, but we can’t,” Sarah said.

“And why not?”

“Because we have to protect ourselves against all the misfortune falling from the air,” Flo said.

It was SO funny, it was hard to contain my laughter.

Flo and Sarah both lost 20 point from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and they both have detention. The only thing is that the detention is on Saturday the 21st, our Hogsmeade date, because McGonagall hadn’t any other time available.

So now Claire is going to Hogsmeade with Dan, Leah is going with Jesse, and my two other mateys have detention.

I’m all alone.

On the other side of the hand, I could go with Loony. Oh, we will have SO much fun.

Friday, November 20th

8 p.m.

Christophe has written me A LOT the last 2 weeks. He’s trying to apologize for his “going off with Christine”-fandango.

This was his first letter, when he didn’t know yet that I was angry with him:

I had fun with you last Saturday.
I’m sorry that there wasn’t enough time anymore for me to show you the Beauxbatons carriage, but maybe we can do that next Saturday?
Write me back if you also think we could do that.

As you might have guessed, I did not write back because a) I’m ignoring him and b) I don’t think we could do that. It’s a stupid plan.
He wrote again 2 days later, on Thursay, November 12th:

Haven’t you received my last letter?
I’m pretty sure we have, I saw the owl bringing it to you.
So why don’t you answer it?

On Saturday, he wrote another one:

I know why you aren’t answering my letters, I asked Leah and she told me.
I’m very sorry.
It’s just that… Christine is very important for me and I’m important to her and we want to spend all our available free time together.
I’m sorry, and I hope you forgive me and we can start having fun again.

I thought it became rather annoying for him, you know, writing letters to a person who doesn’t answer them anyway. So I sent something back.

Perhaps you should spend all your free time with Christine, then.
P.s. Only my friends call me Jools.

He hasn’t answered.


Saturday, November 21st

10 a.m.

Yay, we’re finally going to the promised village of Hogsmeade. I’ve no matey to go with, but whatever. I said to Claire this morning:

“I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“Because I’ll be alone. Sarah and Flo have detention, your are going with Dan and Leah is going with Jesse. I’ll be all alone in a village full of people.”

“Why don’t you just go with someone else? There are more people who like you, you know?”

“With who could I go then? Ginny? Loony? Oh, yeah, that will be great,” I said sarcastically.

“How about Christophe?”

“Claire, I’m not going with him because a) I’m ignoring him and b) he’s probably with his girlfriend anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. He doesn’t have taste.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

Claire said to me that she would go with Dan first, and after she has asked him very subtle if he likes me, I can come and be with them. Unless he likes me, she said, because then she will hate me forever. Even thought it won’t officially be my fault. I tried to explain that to her, but even Fishy listens better.

10.05 a.m.

Okay, there we go. I am standing next to Leah, who will meet Jesse in the village.

“I’m sooo excited,” she said.

“Good for you,” I said. “But I already knew that.”

“But it’s true, I’m sooo excited.”

“Wow, are you really that excited?” I said sarcastically, but she didn’t get it. I’m getting my doubts about her cleverness.

“Yes, I’m sooo excited,” she said.


10.30 a.m.

Leah just saw Jesse and went off with him. Even my besty has left me. I can now do 2 things:

1) I can go back to the castle or

2) Buy chocolate at Honeydukes and meet Claire later.

It’s going to be the last one, definitely.


Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate!!


Even though I’m all alone, chocolate will help me to get through my depression.

If I only had money to buy chocolate, but I haven’t got any pocket money for the last few months as my mum has forgotten it all the time.

As I have told you before, she’s not such a good mother.


Walking around in Hogsmeade

I have no idea where Dan and Claire are, and I’m not in the mood to find it out.

Maybe I should just go back to school.

10 minutes later

“Jools, hey!!” I heard someone shout behind me. French accent, familiar voice, that must be Christophe. Probably wanting to apologize again.

I turned around. “Hey,” I said, in a most uninterested voice.

Blimey, he looks way too good, it shouldn’t be allowed.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said.

“Why? Don’t you have to do something nice with your girlfriend?” I said sarcastically.

He shrugged. “No, not that I know about. Please, can we talk?”

“Well, talk. I’m here now anyway.”

“I’m sorry that I left with Christine 2 weeks ago,” he said quickly.

“That sounds familiar… haven’t you already said that once?”

“Yes, and I’m sorry I’m repeating it now, but please, can we try this again? We have had so much fun.”

Now he said it, yes, we had actually. But should I be kind and forgiving? Or should I just be a prat like his girlfriend? He will like that, as he likes her too. Why does he, actually?

“Do you promise you won’t walk away again with someone else while we’re having fun?” I asked.

“I promise,” he said.

“Then… yeah, we can try this again. I think it’s fun too.”

He smiled in his very cute and sweet way. “Great. Shall we watch the first task of the tournament together or something?”

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” I said.

“Why would it be?”

“Because I have two champions from Hogwarts to support and you’ve got one from Beauxbatons. We might end up in a fight.”

“Oh, d’accord, of course. Next weekend, perhaps?”

“Next weekend would be great. Just… send me an owl, okay?” I said, trying to smile in a good way. I wish I had a mirror with me.

The Three Broomsticks

5 minutes later

Just walked in to get a butterbeer, but then I saw Claire and Dan sitting at a table, holding hands. It looks like Dan doesn’t like me after all.

I walked to their table and sat down.

“Hey,” I said, smiling.

“You look happy,” Claire said, surprised. “What happened?”

“Oh, Christophe and I have solved our little misunderstanding again,” I said.

I heard Dan sigh, but I ignored him.

“Good,” Claire said, also smiling. “Then we can be happy together.”

Awww, Claire’s sweet.

I wonder how Leah’s date is going…


You might think now that my life will be very boring and uninteresting right now, now that I’m happy and so on.

But don’t worry, the first task is only 3 days away and everyone is just dying to know who’s going to be the best.

I just hope my very first love won’t be killed too soon…


There's gonna be more soon, I think!
Blimey, I've loads of time to write during this holiday. I've counted the days, and we are free for 17 days.
That's a lot, but I don't care

I still really appreciate any feedback and it gives me more pleasure in writing1


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Old May 1st, 2008, 4:22 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Hey everyone, here's a new update!
I wanted to post it earlier, but then a friend of mine wanted to do a game with me on MSN, and the rest is history, as they always say (truth is, the game turned out to be highly addictive and even though I'm rubbish at it, we kept on playing.)



Sunday, November 22nd

Very early in the morning (11 a.m.)

“Jools… psst! Wake up! I’ve so much to tell you!”


Why is it that she never let’s me sleep on a Sunday morning?

“Come on, Jools, don’t you want to hear what Jesse and I did yesterday?”


I just want to sleep.

But because I’m such a good friend, I sat up, smiled my loveliest smile and said:

“Of course I want to know, tell me, come on!”

She smiled. “Oh, Jools, we had so much fun! First, you know, when I met him we went to look at some shops. We bought chocolate at Honeydukes, and then we ate it together, it was so much fun.”

Blimey, she ate chocolate. I wish I had eaten chocolate.

“And then we went to the Three Broomsticks to have some butterbeer and we sat there for a very long time and we talked about interesting things and he is SO sweet,” she continued.

“And… did anything interesting happen?” I asked.

“That was interesting!” she said, looking offended. “Anyway, after that we walked around in Hogsmeade again for a bit and then we decided to go back to the castle and when we were almost there we almost kissed-”

I interrupted her. “You almost kissed?” I asked.

“Yeah, we almost kissed, but then we were very rudely interrupted by you, Dan and Claire. You know, when you were singing the school song very loudly and came towards us.”

“Oh, yeah, I remember,” I said vaguely. “But you almost kissed? I mean, that’s not that much to gossip about.”

“No, Jools, you’re wrong.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You’d think so, but you are. You see, we might go out again another time and then we will kiss. Get it?”


“Good,” she said, satisfied.

After that, there was a long silence. I really hate silences, so I decided to break it.

“But for now there isn’t much to gossip about,” I said.

She hit me on the head with a pillow. That’s nice.

Monday, November 23rd

I received a letter from Christophe today. He’s very sweet in his letters, I think. But he’s also sweet in real life, but in real life he is hanging around with Christine.

I’m starting to wonder if it’s a good idea to like Christophe, as he clearly really likes Christine which means he hasn’t got taste at all and that might make him look insane.

But if you can’t fall in love with an insane person, who can you fall in love with? I’ve looked around this weekend for a few times, and there isn’t a sane boy in this whole school.

Whatever, this was his letter:

Dear Jools,
I hope I can call you Jools now. At least in my letters, as I don’t know if I can pronounce it properly.
As it turns out, I can’t even pronounce your full name properly.
That’s what Leah told me when I was talking to her last week.
Anyway, we can do something fun upcoming Saturday all day long, as Christine is going to do something fun with Fleur, she says. That is to say: Christine is going to do something fun with Fleur if Fleur manages to survive the first task.
Christine is Fleur’s best friend, so if Fleur dies Tuesday, I’ m afraid I have to stay with Christine for a long time because I have to make her feel better.
Meet me on Saturday in the Great Hall for breakfast, okay? How about 10 o’clock? Leah told me you always sleep long in the weekends.
I would wish your school good luck with the first task on Tuesday, but I won’t, as I have my own champion to support.

I think he’s sweet.

I wrote back to him that I would meet him at 10.30 a.m. on Saturday, as I’m mostly still sleeping at 10 o’clock.

Leah and Christophe apparently think that 10 a.m. is “late in the morning”. But they’re wrong: It’s very early.

Tuesday, November 24th


“Who do you think won’t survive this task?” Flo asked.

We’re sitting with everyone (that is to say, everyone, all the third years. No, that’s not true. We’re here with all the Ravenclaw third years and Flo, Claire and Ginny. Everyone is very interested in the first task, of course.)

“You know, that question would be a lot easier if we actually knew what the first task was going to be. Which we don’t, FYI,” I said.

“And here I thought that you had learnt how to predict the future,” Dan said.

“I’ve only been one time to divination,” I said. “And it sucked. I haven’t learnt a thing.”

“But you never learn something and you seem to be okay with it,” Ginny said.

Blimey, sometimes I hate her remarks.

“True,” I said. “But I wanted to learn how to predict the future. For instance, I don’t want to know how to transfigure a parrot into a teacup.”

Everyone shrugged.

Teehee, that looks funny.

Dragon enclosure

The first task is dragons. The champions have to get past the dragons and collect the golden egg. That’s not very simple, is it?

Yup, there are definitely gonna die some people today.

I’m not such an optimist.

20 minutes later

Okay, Cedric has just been as the first one. It looked rather funny at first, as he changed a rock into a dog (something I will never be able to do) and wanted the dragon to go after the dog instead of him. It sort of worked, well, in the beginning.

Sarah was sitting next to me and was saying things like:

“Ohh, to poor dog, what if it gets hurt?”


At that moment, the dragon decided that he liked Cedric better and went after him again.

Anyway, he got his egg in the end, and that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

I hate Bagman’s commentary, though. It’s really getting me on my nerves. How do you like a person who is saying things like “Oow, narrow miss,” and “He’s taking risks!” and “Clever move, pity it didn’t work!” ALL THE TIME.

I mean, we can see ourselves that he’s taking risks and that his moves don’t work, can we?
Oh, wait, there is Fleur. This should be fun.

10 minutes later

Merlin’s sunglasses, that was some gentle comedy.

It looked all pretty good at first and Fleur was being very serious. She put the dragon in some sort of trance, I think, and it worked. Congratulations to her, I thought.

But then, oh gosh, the dragon started to snor and a great jet of flame shot out of his nose and SET HER SKIRT ON FIRE.

HAHAHAHAHA. There I go again.

She got her egg, by the way, and Bagman’s commentary still hasn’t improved yet.

15 minutes later

Yaaaay, Krum has been too, now. It was, unfortunately, not as funny as the dog-scenario and the skirt-fandango, but it was okay.

Very interesting for the people who are really interested in how to use magic in a good kind of way.

Anyway, he used a spell which hit the dragon right in the eye. It looked pretty cool, and Sarah, Leah, Flo and Claire were all going like “Oooooh,” and “Aaaaah,” because they all luuuurve Krum.

I asked Leah: “Why? I thought you liked Jesse?”

“Yes, I do, but you always need back-up,” she said.

She really thinks that Krum will like her and then fall in love with her once. But I think she is wrong. Someone like Krum will never fall in love with someone like her.

About 8 minutes later

Blimey. Harry was AMAZING, it has to be said.

He was soooo good, much better than Krum; I have to tell you that.

And he is such an amazing flyer, much better than Dan, who is always telling everyone how good he is and so on.

Anyway, Harry completely confused the dragon with flying around his head and so on, and he had his egg the quickest. Marvelous, just marvelous.

And I already knew and I could also see very well for myself that Harry is a fabulous flyer, so I definitely didn’t need Bagman to tell me that (he was constantly shouting: “Wow, that boy can fly!” and so on. I really felt like going to him, and say: “SHUT UP FOR JUST A SECOND,” but then I thought I’d better not as my father works at the Department of Magical Games and Sports.)

That was awesome.


Gryffindor table

Wow, everyone looks very happy here. Probably because Harry was the best. (Well, he’s sharing the first place with Krum, so he officially isn’t the best, but whatever.)

“So what are you going to do tonight?” I asked Leah, Sarah, Flo and Claire, hoping that I wouldn’t have to sit all aloney in the dormitory tonight.

“There’s probably a party in our common room,” Flo said. “So Claire and I are going to that.”

Leah shrugged. “I still have to make my Charms homework. Now I think about it, you still have to do that too, Jools.”

I shrugged.

Flo said: “So what’s it gonna be, Jools? Hanging around with your best friend in you own common room or going to a nice party with two of you most marvelous friends?”
It’s going to be the last one.


Party in Gryffindor common room

My ears, my ears!!

Harry just opened his golden egg and a most horrible noise filled the room.

My precious ears!!

Anyway, the rest of this party is fun. I’m glad I have friends who are in Gryffindor.

Saturday, November 28th

10 a.m.

“So, Fishy, do you think I’ve done the good thing? You know, with giving Christophe another chance and so on?” I asked Fishy.

Fish never sleep, did you know that? I’ve never caught Fishy sleeping. Teehee.

Blub blub.

“I’m going to meet him now. What do you think we’re going to do?”

Blub blub.

“Yeah, I think so too,” I said. “But I’m going now, so you have fun with Leah and Sarah, okay?”

You must know that I’ve asked Leah and Sarah to baby-sit Fishy for today. I bet they are rubbish at it, but Claire and Flo didn’t want to because they don’t really like fish. So I hope Fishy will still be alive this evening.

11 a.m.

I have just met Christophe for breakfast. I had forgotten how gorgeous he was.

Bonjour,” he said when he saw me.

Bonjour,” I said.

He sat down opposite me. “How are you today?”

“Good,” I said. “Except for the fact that it’s almost December, which means I almost have to go home again during the Christmas-holidays. That’s so stupid and annoying.”

“Why don’t you want to go home, then?”

“I thought I told you that my family was mad?”

“Yes, you did. But don’t you think it is fun to see them again?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, dad is always working, even at Christmas. Mum drinks wine every day while smoking Gauloises. Those are absolutely disgusting, by the way. And then there is my sister, who thinks she knows everything better than me, and my grandmother from France is coming to visit too.”

“And you don’t like that, because…? You don’t hate France, do you? Because if you do, I think I’d better leave right now.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t hate France. I just hate my grandmother. The fact that she is French has nothing to do with it. She’s just… so annoying. And she looks a lot like my mother,” I said.

He laughed.

Then I realized he wasn’t eating anything anymore. He had just had one little toast.

“Don’t you want to eat anything?” I asked.

“No, I don’t eat very much for breakfast. Mostly just a croissant and then I drink café au lait. That’s it. I don’t get why some people can eat that much for breakfast. Then it’s not a petit dejeuner anymore, if you know what I mean,” he said, smiling. “Then it’s more like a real dejeuner. And that’s already in the afternoon.”

Ah, whatever, if he likes to starve, it’s his choice.

“So… what are we going to do today?” I asked curiously.
“I’m going to show you the Beauxbatons carriage. I promised I would do that once, remember?”

I smiled. “Cool.”

So there we go. I’m gonna learn about the French students and their living er… situation.


The Beauxbatons carriage is marvelous!! It’s even bigger than it looks like on the outside.
It’s just like a house from the inside, but like a beautiful house, not like my own house.

Everything is blue (why? Why? Why is it blue? Whatever, I’m just in denial and pretend it’s all red instead of blue) and roomy and you can look through the ceiling.

In the night, you can see the stars, according to Christophe.

It all looks so sweet. There are 2 dormitories, one for the boys and 1 for the girls; there are bathrooms (!!) (all in one carriage) and there even is a library where they spend their days reading “interesting” French books.

I was very surprised, as I said to Christophe, that there aren’t any books of Petit Nicolas in the library. Everyone should have read them, that’s a fact. They are so good.

They really do nothing interesting during the days. Everyone is just hanging around in their dormitory, reading books, drinking café au lait, smoking gauloises (really!) and so on.
Their life is not that different from mine.


I think I love Christophe even more after today. And we weren’t even interrupted by his “girlfriend”.

Hey, look at that, Fishy is sleeping.



I hope you liked it!
After many people who said they liked Fishy very much (oo-er) I decided again to put a little Fishy in it.
You must remember guys, that fish do not live longer than a few years, and only if you take good care of them.
I remember that we had 2 fish in our class when I was 12. They were called Muts and Sjaal. At the end of the year, we had had 3 Mutses and 4 Sjaals
I don't think we took good care of them

Anyway, would you please give me all feedback again?
It makes me happy



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"C'est l'angoisse du temps qui passe qui nous fait tant parler du temps qu'il fait. Les critiques littéraires sont des cactus qui vivent de leurs piquants parmis les vautours qui vivent de leur plume."
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Old May 2nd, 2008, 5:01 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Hello everyone!
I've worked very hard today on a new update (no, I didn't, actually. I spent almost the entire day reading Sense & Sensibility outside in the sunshine, and then I decided I'd better write an update.)
And here is why I decided that:
This morning I woke up and went downstairs to have breakfast. On the wall in the kitchen hangs a big calendar. Today I saw on the calendar that my Anglia Examination is 2 weeks from today.
This means I really have to practice for it, and I need your help. Okay, this is what I would really like you to do:

You have to look for grammar mistakes in all my upcoming updates, and tell me then what I've done wrong so that I can learn from that again, okay?

I would really appreciate that!


P.s. Enjoy the update, of course!


Thursday, December 10th



There’s a YULE BALL coming up on Christmas Night and we third years AREN’T ALLOWED TO GO. Unless we are invited by an elder student.

It isn’t fair.

Flitwick just said: “And because of the Triwizard Tournament there will be a Yule Ball on Christmas night…”

We were already going like “ooooh” and “aaaah”, but then he said: “Unfortunately, third years aren’t allowed to go yet. So unless you are invited by an older student, you can’t go to the ball.”

And then we were all like: “WHAAAAT?!” I’m going to complain about this.


“We have to make sure we’re asked out by older students,” Flo said.

“Yes, we have to,” I said. “I want to go.”

“Well, I don’t think I have to go,” Leah said.

“Why not?” I asked her.

“Because I can’t go with Jesse anyway,” she said simply.

“I’m so glad I don’t have a boyfriend,” Flo said. “Now I’m at least free to go to the ball with anyone I like. Or something.”

I turned to Claire and Sarah. “Do you want to go to the Yule Ball?” I asked.

“I’m with Dan, remember?” Claire said. “So we can’t go together. Besides, I’m going home during the Christmas holidays, so I’m not here anyway.”

“I’m leaving too,” Sarah said. “Now I think about it… Didn’t you have to go home this Christmas to meet your French grandmother again?”


Bugger, bugger, bugger. I totally forgot!! I don’t want to go home!!

5 p.m.

Wrote a letter to my mother during Arithmancy today. I have to make sure that I don’t have to go home so that I at least have one tiny chance to go to the Yule Ball. Else ways I can’t go at all.

This is what I wrote:

Because of some very important business I have to take care during the Christmas holidays, I can, unfortunately, not come home then.
Apologize for me to Grand-mere. I hope you understand,

I really hope she’ll understand. Else ways I will just tell her I’m coming, but then I won’t come at all. It won’t be fair to her, but who cares about that?

Friday, December 11th


I have received a letter from my mother. Wow, that was quick. She probably really wants to stop me from remaining at school this Christmas.

Or… not. Wow.

If you just want to stay at school because you want to go to the Yule Ball, you just have to say it, because I don’t mind and I understand you want to go there.
Although I might have to remind you that the Yule Ball is for fourth years and above.
Love, Mum.

Wow, this is amazing. If I’m not very much mistaken, my mother just gave me permission to STAY AT SCHOOL this Christmas. Yes!!!

Now all I need is a date and I’m ready to go to the Yule Ball.

Lunchtime, on the School Grounds

Brrrr, it’s very, very cold out here. Brrr. Brrr. Why am I here actually? Oh, I remember: To escape from Leah and Flo who are having a very unimportant argument. It’s getting me on my nerves, so I thought I would just… go outside for a while and pretend I’m not there.

“Hey, Juliet!” I heard someone shout. Yess! Christophe!

“Hi,” I said.

“You don’t look very happy, what’s going on?” he asked. “And why are you outside?”

“Well, I’m outside because Leah and Flo are having an argument and I don’t want to be involved, and I don’t look happy because I’m not allowed to go to the Yule Ball unless an older person asks me. Which is very unlikely.”

“Come on, don’t say that. I think someone will ask you.”
I felt myself blushing. Why? Go away, blush, go away.

“Why would you think that?” I asked.

“Well, let me put it this way: If I didn’t have Christine already, I would probably ask you. Because you’re fun to hang out with. With you, you won’t have a boring night, I think. I’m always having fun with you.”

“Thanks, that’s good to know,” I said. “So you don’t have a great friend who is just as nice as you and isn’t already going with someone?” I asked hopefully.

“No… I’m sorry. But, hey, there are a lot of other boys. You should just ask someone you like.”

Mmmm, good idea. But who do I like? I like Christophe, but as he said, he’s already going with Christine. And I like Harry, but there’s no way he’s gonna go with me. He can do much better. And I haven’t really ever looked at other persons who are older than me besides them.

Except for my brother.

Hey, maybe I could ask him for advice. He probably has some cool friends who haven’t got anyone else yet. At least, that’s what I hope.

Ooooh, I sooo want to go.

7 p.m.

I’m sitting in the common room, next to my brother, who is humming. Why is he humming? He could just as well be whistling, and that’s way more fun. But you can’t tell people.

“Are you going to stay at school this Christmas?” I asked.

“Yes, of course. We have to go to the Yule ball to represent our school, don’t we?” he said.

“You don’t have to go,” I said.

“I know, but me and my friends thought it would be good fun.”

I sighed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too…”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot. You aren’t allowed to go, are you?” Dave said. I saw he was grinning. Stop grinning! It’s not funny!

“No, I’m not,” I said. “But I want to!”

“And you haven’t been asked yet or something?”

“No,” I said. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Do you, by any chance, still have a friend who isn’t planning on asking someone yet?”

“I don’t think so…” he said. “But come on, Jules, don’t pretend like no one wants to go with you!”

“You know somebody who wants to go with me?” I asked in disbelief.

“As a matter of fact, I know more people who would like to go with you.”

“How do you know that? And why don’t I know that?”

“Well, when I’m just sitting here in the common room, I sometimes hear the conversations of other people. And they are now mostly about whom they’re going to ask to the ball. And believe it or not, I’ve hear some people say that they would like to go with you. You must know of course, that those are only the boys who look at the outside of girls, so not at the character inside the girl.”

I raised my eyebrows. “So you want to tell me that the boys who possibly want to ask me out now wouldn’t want to ask me out anymore if they knew my character.”

“No, Jools, I’m not saying that. I meant that loads of guys think you’re very pretty, so you have a chance, honestly.”

“And those boys you’ve hears saying that, are they a little… normal?” I asked. I don’t want to go with a total moron, if you know what I mean.

“Yes, they are. Well some of them anyway,” Dave said, grinning. Yes, now he can do that, now it is funny. Luckily for me, there’s still hope.

“Are you already going with anyone?” I asked.

“Nope, not yet,” he replied. “But I still have two weeks to find someone, haven’t I?”

He is right, he still has two weeks.

I wonder who he has heard talking about me.

7.30 p.m.

Dave has left and I’m sitting here now with Sarah and Leah. Flo and Claire have, for a change, gone to their own common room all alone. That is to say, without Sarah, Leah and me.

“So there are actually people who want to ask you to go to the Yule Ball with you?” Leah said, after I told them about my conversation with Dave.

“Yes,” I said. “And Leah, you should really work on your nice-ness, if you know what I mean.”

She shrugged, as if she didn’t care.

Sarah, on the contrary, is very excited about it and is wondering who said he wanted to ask me. “So, do you know who those boys are?”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t. And I want to know.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” Sarah said. “If they’re really going to ask you, you will notice it soon enough. They’ve only two weeks left to find a partner.”

That means I will know in 2 weeks time who wants to go with me. Two weeks is a very long time, isn’t it?

Sunday, December 13th

8 p.m.

Yes, we’re all complete again. Flo and Claire have decided that it’s boring to hang out in the Gryffindor common room all alone (without out), so they’ve come to sit with us again.

We’re all working on our Transfiguration essay, but Flo and I don’t get it so we’re playing Hangman on a piece of parchment.

“Blimey, Jools, you suck at this game,” Flo said, after I had lost for the tenth time.

“Being good at games like this is very lame,” I said to her.

“But getting a good grade for Transfiguration is even lamer,” Flo said.

“Hear, hear,” I said.

Leah looked up, offended. “If you want to get a good job in the future, you should also start making your homework, for a change,” she said.

“I think it’s too early to think about the future,” I said. “We’re young! We should have fun! See something of the world! Meet new people!”

Leah didn’t reply; she just continued with her essay. Ugh. She should really find a hobby.

“Psst, Jools, guess who’s looking at you?” Claire said suddenly.

“Uhm… Santa-Clause?” I said, with a very serious look.

“You should learn to react normal, sweetie,” Claire said, raising an eyebrow.

“So… who is it? Could it be one of the people who wants to ask me to the Yule Ball?”
Please, let it be a person like that.

“I think it is,” Flo said.

“Well… who is it?” I asked impatiently.

“It’s Michael Corner,” Sarah said quickly.

“Who?” I asked. Who is that?

“Michael Corner,” Claire said. “I could be mistaken, but I believe he’s a fourth year. I believe he plays Quidditch for Ravenclaw.”

“I don’t think he does,” Sarah said. “But I wouldn’t know anyway, I’m not that interested in Quidditch.”

I turned around and looked in the direction where Flo, Claire and Sarah were looking at. I saw three fourth year guys standing there, talking to each other. No one was looking our way anymore.

“Which one is it?” I asked.

“The dark one,” Claire whispered to me.
Actually, that one looked pretty good.

He saw us looking his way and he smiled at me. Blimey!

I quickly turned around again.

“What do you thing of him?” Sarah asked.

“Well, he looks okay…” I said. “But I don’t think he wants to ask me to the ball. He looks too sane for that.”

“Who was it again who told me not to judge a book by its cover?” Flo asked.

“It definitely wasn’t me,” I said, grinning. I really have to pay attention to what I say.

Tuesday, December 15th


I was just walking through the corridors from Charms to DADA, when Michael Corner
(Remember, the guy that was looking at me in the common room and who smiled at me when he saw me looking his way? Do you remember again who it was? Well, that Michael Corner.) came towards me and said:

“Hey, I’m Michael Corner.”

I was totally bewildered at first, and after a few seconds I said: “I’m Juliet Williams. Nice to meet you.”

He hesitated. “You will probably think this is weird or something, because we’ve never met before, but… Would you like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

I said, maybe a bit too quickly: “Yes, of course! That will be great!”

(Why? WHY did I say it that way? Now it looks like I really want to go with him, but I just said yes because I want to go to the Yule Ball. Ah, whatever.)

He looked very happy.

I’ve made him happy.



I saw everyone sitting together at the Gryffindor table, so I ran towards them and said: “Hey, guess what?”

“What?” Leah, Sarah, Flo and Claire asked at the same time.

“I’m going to the Yule Ball!”

And then they were all happy for me.



Went upstairs very quickly to tell Fishy my news.

“Hey, Fishy! I’m going to the Yule Ball!”

Blub blub.

I bet she’s happy for me.


I hope I have done a good job with my grammar and spelling (?) and so on
I also hope that you all liked my update

I still really appreciate feedback (for my story and for my grammarskills!).


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Old May 3rd, 2008, 6:12 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Friday, December 18th

5 p.m.

Yess!!! Free!! The Christmas holidays have finally started.
It’s time to have some fun everyone!

Saturday, December 19th


Today I’ve literally slept until noon, but I still am very sleepy.

Blimey, everyone else is gone. I hope Leah and Sarah have brought some food from breakfast to the Ravenclaw tower, because I’m not in the mood to go to the kitchens and get some food myself. Oh gosh, I really am lazy.

“Hey, Fishy,” I said, looking at her while she was swimming around in her bowl. “It’s so nice of you that you have waited until I woke up! You’re a real friend!”

Blub blub.

I think she’s trying to tell me that she has nothing else to do than wait here for me to wake up, as she can’t go to any other place by herself because she’s stuck in her bowl.

“You know Fishy, you and I are going to take a little trip today, okay? I’m going to take you everywhere I go and then you can see more of my world. Does that sound about right?”

Blub blub.

I have very good ideas.

12.30 a.m.

Common room

It took me five years to get Fishy and her bowl downstairs (It’s not that easy you know, walking down the stairs with an enormous bowl full of water and a living creature in it in your arms. Never try it yourself, that’s my advice.), but finally, I made it.

I saw Leah and Jesse sitting on the couch and Dan sitting on a chair. I walked towards them, put Fishy on the small table and sat down on the remaining empty chair.

“Hey,” I said.

Leah, Jesse and Dan were staring at Fishy.

“Why have you brought her down?” Dan asked.

“I am just… showing her around, you know,” I said. “Where’s Sarah, by the way?”

“She went home, remember?” Leah said. Oh wait, that’s right, I forgot.

I looked around. Blimey, there are a lot of people here. Loads more than 2 years ago, the last time I was staying at Hogwarts during Christmas. Last year, I went home, just as everybody else. But why hasn’t almost anybody gone home this Christmas? It’s just as crowded as normal.

“Why are there so many people here?” I asked.

“I think everyone is staying because they’re all going to the Yule Ball,” Jesse said. “We’re the only Ravenclaws from under the fourth year who are staying, though.”

“So I am the only Ravenclaw third-year who could get a partner?” I asked. “Blimey.”

“Well, Jay, don’t get too self-obsessed now,” Dan said. I had almost forgotten how rude he could be.

I turned to Fishy. “Hey, sweetie. Are you having fun here? In our marvelous Ravenclaw common room? It’s very blue, don’t you think so too? I hate blue. I hope you like it, else ways I might already have ruined your day now,” I said.

Blub blub.

I saw that Leah, Jesse and Dan were looking at me like I was insane. I shrugged.

“You see that rude moron right over there, who just said I was getting self-obsessed?” I said to Fishy. “Well, that’s Dan. He’s very rude, and not always that nice to me. Perhaps we should throw water in his neck sometime, just for fun.”

Blub blub.

“I’m not that rude,” Dan protested. “And I’m not such a moron either. You’re teaching Fishy the wrong things.”

“No, I am not,” I said. “I think she has to learn about the world surrounding her, and I want to be honest with her, so I’m only telling her the true things.”

Dan sighed. Haha. Now I’ve probably offended him.

I continued talking to Fishy again. “And that girl on your right side, that’s Leah. You probably already know her. She also sleeps on our dormitory, and she’s my best friend. You’re named after her, well, for a bit anyway.”

Blub blub.

Leah looked much more pleased than Dan, of course.

“And the guy who’s sitting next to her, well, that’s Jesse. Leah is very much in love with Jesse, and I think Jesse is also very much in love with Leah. What do you think?”

Jesse and Leah weren’t looking that satisfied, but they seemed to be interested in what Fishy had to say about their “relationship”.

Blub blub.

I turned to Leah and Jesse. “I think she says that she agrees with me.”

“Come on, Jools, you don’t speak Fish at all. You just make up what she says!” Leah said.

“No, I don’t. I think I can really understand her,” I protested.

“Jools, fish can’t speak. It’s a fact.”

“Wow, thanks Leah, now I’m worried about my talking-with-fish-skills,” I said.

“Do you really want something to worry about? Think then about the fact that the Yule Ball is in less than a week’s time and you still haven’t anything to wear.”

Blimey, she’s right!!

Bugger, bugger, bugger.


I have just walked with Fishy’s bowl to the owlery. Leah was with me and carried a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink for me. People were staring at us (well, at me) while we were walking in the corridors. That isn’t that weird by the way, as some people probably don’t see a person walking around with a fish very often.

Anyway, I’ve written a letter to my mum, asking her if she could please buy me dress robes.

This is what I wrote:

I have found a date to the Yule Ball so that I’m allowed to go now.
The only problem is that I need to have dress robes, but I don’t have them.
So I’m asking you if you will, PLEASE, leave that bottle of Vino Tinto untouched on the table and go to Diagon Alley to get me some beautiful dress robes.
I bet you can pick out something nice; you’ve always had a great taste.

I’ll be very lucky if I’m going to get some nice dress robes. My mother has horrible taste.
Fishy likes it here very much; she’s watching all the owls with a lot of pleasure.

I said to Leah: “Maybe I should buy an owl to keep Fishy company.”

And she said: “Maybe you should go to a school where they can teach you how to act like an utterly normal and sane person.”

What a good idea. Maybe I should 


I’ve taken Fishy with me to dinner. It’s very funny.

We (Me, Leah, Flo, Jesse, Dan and Ginny) are sitting at the Ravenclaw table. When I arrived with Fishy, as the very last, they all looked at me. I put down Fishy’s bowl on the table. They were still looking.

Haven’t they got anything else to do besides that?

“Why is there a Fish with us at the table?” Ginny asked.

I was offended. “That’s not just a fish!” I said. “That’s Fishy. She’s my pet.”

“And she’s sitting at our table, because…?” Flo asked.

“Because I’m giving her a tour around the school and I’m introducing her to everyone and so on. We’re having loads of fun.”

“The only problem is that Fishy now knows me as an annoying moron,” Dan said.

“I thought you were an annoying moron,” Flo said. Haha, she is so right.

“Actually, I told her you were a rude moron, not an annoying one,” I said. “But now you mention it, I think you are annoying.”

“So have you introduced her to me already?” Ginny asked.

No, would have been my answer. I don’t want Fishy to know her, else ways she might get the wrong ideas about the world. Ah, whatever.

“Not yet,” I said. “But I was planning to.”

Everyone looked at me again, waiting for me to start talking to Fishy.

“Hey Fishy, do you like it here? This is what we call the Great Hall. We eat and drink here and so on. Sometimes we eat fish. But I hate fish. I don’t hate you of course, but I just don’t like to eat fish. That’s not very nice to the fish, you know.”

Blub blub. (She always agrees with me, nobody else does. It feels nice.)

“That person over there, the one with the red hair, well, that’s Ginny. You’ve never seen her before. That’s because she isn’t in our house, she’s in Gryffindor. I like the Gryffindor common room. It’s red. And I love red.”

Blub blub. (It seems as if Fishy and I have the same taste!)

“And the other girl there, that’s Flo. I think you know her, she is one of my very best friends and is one of the persons who gave you to me,” I said, and then added in a whisper: “Her real name is Florine, but you may not tell you that, because then she’ll freak out and get all furious with me because I told you her real name.”

Blub blub.

“What did you whisper to her?” Flo asked.

“Nothing,” I said innocently. “Can you pass me the potatoes, please?”

She shrugged, like: “Whatever!” but I bet she thinks there’s more to the story.

Ah, whatever.

8.30 p.m.

I’m sitting in the common room. Flo and Ginny have gone to the Gryffindor tower, Leah and Jesse are playing chess (you would think they could think of something else to do together besides that stupid game, but no) and Dan is watching their game.

I’m sitting on the couch with my brother.

“I still haven’t found a date yet for the Yule Ball,” he said.

“Ew. Why not?” I asked, even though I wasn’t really interested.

“Every nice girl is taken,” he said.

“Bugger,” I said.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

There was a silence.

“Actually… I have an idea.”


Oh my gosh, he’s is such a slow thinker.

“I think I know who you could ask to go to the ball with you.”

“Who?” he asked curiously.

“Flo,” I simply said.

“Flo?” he asked. “Your friend Flo? The one who is a little taller than you, with dark blond hair and who laughs a lot?”

I smiled. “Yes, that one.”

“Why would you think she wants to go with me?” he asked.

“Well, she really wants to go to the ball… Oh, and she told me that she liked you.”

Now he was really astonished. “What?”

“Well, she told me like 2 months ago or something, so maybe it has passed by now.”

He shrugged. “Maybe…”

“Yeah, but maybe not. You just have to… figure it out yourself.”

“You’re such a great helper, Jules; you know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do. Good luck with it.”

Then I stood up, grabbed Fishy’s bowl, and walked to Jesse, Leah and Dan, to watch their game of chess.

10 minutes later

“So, Jay, who’s your date for the Yule Ball?” Dan asked. Apparently, he isn’t that interested in chess after all.

“Oh, his name is Michael Corner. He’s a fourth year,” I said.

“Wow, you couldn’t do any better than that?” Dan asked.

“Oh, shut up, you’re just jealous.”

“Excuse me? I have never been jealous before, and I never will be.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“Trust me, I’m not.”

If he wants to believe it, he should believe it. I don’t care.

I whispered to Fishy: “He is sooo jealous.”

I swear I saw her nodding.

Thursday, December 24th

10 a.m.

Believe it or not, but mum accidentally bought me fabulous dress robes. They are red and beautiful and the shoes she sent me totally match and I’ve got some earrings that will totally go with it!!

This is so cool!!

Maybe I even have to thank mum. Yes, I will do that, just to make her feel good.


Leah, Flo and I just walked out of the Great Hall and saw a tiny and very adorable owl twittering madly on the top of the icicle-laden banisters. Aww, what a cute little owl!

Flo said, for she is always very interested in owls: “Oh, look at the weeny owl! Isn’t he cute?”
I never thought I would say this, but she’s right.

I’ve never seen such a cute owl in my whole life.

But then Ron Weasley, Harry’s best friend, hurried up the stairs and hissed to the owly: “Stupid little feathery git!” (That is soooo not nice! And it’s his pet! His very own owl!) “You bring letters straight to the addressee! You don’t hang around showing off!”

Leah, Flo and I looked very shocked when he said that.

We walked further and I said to Flo and Leah: “I would never be that rude to Fishy. I treat her with the same respect as I treat any other person.”

“Uhm… Jools, Fishy is a fish, as her name says,” Leah said.

“Your point being?” I asked.

“Well, er… she’s not really, well, a person, you know?”

No, I don’t know. I think Fishy is the most understanding PERSON I know.

So Leah is very, very wrong.


So, that was it!
Tomorrow it's May 4th, my little brother's birthday (he's turning 13. Not that he is home or something, he's in Singapore, so we don't celebrate it or something), but also the day that we remember the victims of World War II.
I don't think I have that much time to write and to post a new update, as we're going to my grandparents that evening, and the update is the Yule Ball. A very important happening, of course

I think the new update is coming on May 5th!

I still really like it when people give me feedback, and it makes me want to write more, so if you could all give me some feedback, that would be great



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Old May 5th, 2008, 10:43 pm
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Re: Wanted: Romeo

Bonsoir, tout le monde.
After a lot of calculations this evening, I have decided only to post half of this update because
a) Else ways it will be very long
b) I haven't finished the second half yet and
c) When I wanted to finish the last part, I had to watch Atonement with my sister, and now I don't have time to finish it anymore.

I hope you enjoy it!



“Pssst, Jools, are you awake?”

Yeah, now I am.

Bugger, it’s Flo. Why is she here? Go away, go away.

“Mmmmm,” I said.

“Good, I have something to tell you,” she said.


But I didn’t say that, of course, as I am such a nice friend.

“Mmmmm,” I said. (Okay, I know ‘mmmmm’ isn’t a word that you can, like, say, but I use it so often that it has become a word.)

“Dave just asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him.”

What? Really?

I sat up, as I think this is very interesting.

“Wow, that’s great! But you don’t have dress robes, do you?”

“I do, actually, I have been prepared for this the whole year.”

Wow, that’s smart. If I ever want advice again, I’m going to Flo.

“Can I go back to sleep now?” I asked, and I yawned.

“Yeah, sure, that’s all I wanted to tell you. I didn’t wake Leah, though, she gets very mad if you wake her when she is sleeping,” Flo said.

Yeah, me too, I thought, but just from the inside. I always keep up appearances.

“But…” Flo said. “Can I sleep here? I don’t think Filch will be too happy if he finds me out on the corridors at midnight and I’m not that good in avoiding him.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. I was falling slowly asleep again.

“Good night, Jools, aren’t you excited for tomorrow?”

I didn’t even bother answering that question. Isn’t it obvious?

Friday, December 25th

Christmas Day

10 a.m.

Bugger. I wanted to wake up much earlier to prepare for tonight, but apparently, my alarm clock didn’t go off. Why not? Oh, wait, I don’t have an alarm clock, that’s why.

I grabbed my pillow and hit Flo with it, who had fallen asleep on Sarah’s bed.

“What?” she said, annoyed.

“Wakey, wakey! We need the time to get ready for the Yule Bal,” I said.

“But I don’t want to- Hey, presents!”

I looked up, and yes, even on the foot of my bed was lying a pile of presents. Yay!

Leah, who had woken up because of Flo’s “Presents!!” was very annoyed, of course.

“Blimey, guys, why are you awake?” she asked. “What time is it…?”

She reached over to grab her ALARM CLOCK, and said: “It’s only 10….” And then she fell asleep again. Teehee.

Anyway, let’s see what kind of presents I got this year.

10.30 a.m.

I’ve got about 50 chocolate frogs from my brother. Blimey!! But when she saw it, Flo began to fight for the rights of the chocolate frogs and set them all free.

Now I don’t have any froggies left. Nooooo.

10.45 a.m.

I have unwrapped the rest of my presents. It’s not that fun. Isabelle has sent me… well… nothing. I was happily unpacking her gift, and there was nothing in it. Only a little note that said:

Happy Christmas, my big sis. Kisses from Isa.

She always calls herself Isa. Pronounced in the French way, of course.

Mum sent me an ALARM CLOCK. That came a little too late. You know what she wrote in her card?

Dear Juliet,
Joyeux Noël. You might think that the present is a bit odd, but I thought that you might need to set an alarm for Christmas day, as you probably want to have enough time to prepare for the ball. So if you think about it, it’s a good present after all.
Your father told me to send also his gift to you. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find his gift, and when I asked him where it was, he said: “How should I know?”
Then I decided it was pointless to ask him for help and because I couldn’t find anything that looked like a Christmas present, I’ll just send this handkerchief.
Your grandmother sends her love with the empty bottle of Vino Tinto. First, it wasn’t empty yet, but when I told her that you weren’t old enough to drink alcohol yet, she emptied it and closed the bottle again.
I’m sorry that your father and grandmother are such horrible gift-givers.
Have fun at the ball. Love, Mum.

So now I have an alarm clock, an empty bottle of wine and a handkerchief. Yugh.

Anyway, Claire sent me a very little statue of a fish. I don’t know why. I have put it next to Fishy’s bowl.

Sarah sent me… nothing. Not yet, at least. She always forgets that it’s Christmas and then we always get our presents a little later. It’s tradition.


Leah, Flo and me just had the most delicious Christmas breakfast/brunch. We ate a lot of things that are very very bad for you. Mostly we ate chocolate.

“Flo, aren’t you supposed to find dress robes, as you’re going to the Yule ball this evening?” Leah asked. She has definitely not listened very well last night. Oh, wait, SHE WASN”T EVEN AWAKE LAST NIGHT. Haha. I think I’m almost just at stupid as Leah.

“Don’t worry, I already have dress robes,” Flo said. I can’t believe how patient she always is.

It’s unnatural.

2 p.m.

Yes! Sarah has sent us a gift. Wow, that was quick. This was her “letter”

Dear Leah, Flo and Jools,
I’m sorry for the fact that my present is late (even though it isn’t such a surprise, since my presents are always late). I have sent you all curlers, so that you can look good tonight at the ball.
Leah, I know you’re not going to the ball, but then you can look good for Jesse.


“Wow, curlers, that’s pretty cool,” Flo said. “Else ways my hair won’t have any volume, I’m absolutely certain.”

“I don’t think curls would look on me,” I said thoughtfully. “I like my straight hair better.”

Leah grinned. “You do?” she asked. “I don’t.”

Even though I knew she was joking, I hit her hard on her head with a pillow and said to her: “Tu me fais rigoler,”

I think I can’t live without my friends, they always make me laugh.

4 p.m.

Nooooo!!! I’ve just broken my shoe!! Nooo!!! It’s irreplaceable! You remember that I told you that they totally match? Now that the heel of one is broken, they still match my dress robes, but they don’t match each other. Nooo!!!

What to do now?

4.30 p.m.

After thinking about it and after making long and boring calculations on the shoe-issue, we have come to the point that I can do three things now:

1. I can break the heel of the other shoe. Then they match again.
2. I can borrow somebody else’s shoes.
3. I can go on bare feet.

It will certainly not be the first one; I’m NOT a shoe-killer. And I’m not going on bare feet either, because then I will be as small as a small person.
So that means that I have to borrow shoes.

5 p.m.

Why does nobody in Ravenclaw have red pumps? Is it so hard to go to a shoe-store and buy red pumps?

For some people it is, as it turns out.

5.30 p.m.

After my failed mission through the Ravenclaw tower to find red shoes, I sat down on the bed, sighed, and said: “Okay, that’s it then, I can’t go to the Yule Ball.”

Leah said: “Don’t say that! We’re going to find shoes for you!”

“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Flo said.

I looked up immediately. “Is it a good idea?” I asked.

“But of course, what kind of friend do you think I am?”

“Uhm… a friend with good ideas about how to get me shoes?” I said.

“Yes,” Flo said.

“Well… tell us the plan!” Leah said.

“Don’t be that impatient, I was just going to,” Flo said, smiling. How can she smile in a situation like this? “Do you remember that Sarah showed us at the start of the year her new beautiful red pumps? They are absolutely gorgeous, as you might remember. Anyway, when she was packing for the Christmas holidays, she told me that she would only pack the essentials and she would leave her shoes her. So you can borrow those!”

I love Flo. The only thing is, that I borrow Sarah’s shoes without permission. That means I have to be very, VERY careful with them, because if something happens to them, she will definitely kill me. And I would like to live many years, so I have to prevent that from happening.

7.45 p.m.

Yes, Flo and I are done!

Flo’s dress robes are lavender blue, and it’s absolutely beautiful, it suits her very well. Her hair is curled and it looks very sweet.

I said to her: “Now people are going to believe that you’re a very sweet girl.”

“I am very sweet,” she said, offended. “And I would watch out if I were you, I have just found you shoes.”

She’s right.

Anyway, I also look pretty nice. Sarah’s shoes are awesome; I almost don’t dare to walk on them, as they look very expensive. My dress robes look marvelous on me and I have styled my dark brown hair in a very beautiful way. (Actually, I have to thank Leah for this. I’m not that good with my hair but she has done something amazing with it.)

Leah is spending the evening with Dan and Jesse by the way. They’re the only ones left here in the common room this evening so they are probably going to turn it in a… well, I don’t know, but I don’t think it will be the same when we return.

Time to go!

7.55 p.m.

Flo and I arrived in the common room, and Michael saw me immediately.

“Hey,” he said. “You look beautiful.”

That’s sweet; I like honesty.

“Thanks,” I said, smiling in my sweetest way.

“Well, I’m off, I’m going to fin Dave,” Flo said.

“Okay, have fun. I will see you later this evening,” I said to her.

Michael and I went downstairs and arrived in the Entrance Hall. It was very crowded. Blimey, how many students does Hogwarts have? I saw that Ginny was with Neville Longbottom. I know this won’t sound nice, but teehee, she probably couldn’t get anyone better.

8 p.m.

Great Hall

Wow, everything looks so great! Maybe a bit frosty, but still very great. It’s like a big ice castle or something. Brrr.

Anyway, I’ve met Michael’s friends, and they are a bit on the insane side, but so are mine, so that really doesn’t matter. We’re all sitting at a table together, and I have to admit that it’s loads of fun.

I just saw Dave with Flo. They looked pretty happy together. They are sitting with Dave’s friends, and Flo seems to have fun, so I have done my good deed this Christmas.

Oh, wait, there are the Triwizard champions, so we now all have to get up and clap for them.
Harry is with Parvati Patil, a Gryffindor who has a sister in Ravenclaw. Blimey, she looks very good and pretty. He probably likes her, which mean I have missed my chance.

8.10 p.m.

Hahahahahaha. You can talk to your plates! How very insane and funny.

You can TELL YOUR PLATE what you want to eat and then your plate hears that and gives you the good thing to eat. I would like…. potatoes with entrecote and mushroom-sauce.

2 minutes later

Blimey, you can’t just order what you want. It seems that there are little menus, and you have to choose from that. Blimey.

When I told my plate that I wanted entrecote, it did nothing. It just stood there like a plate is supposed to do.

Michael and his friends were all having fun and were laughing like loons because of my brilliant action. I was too, by the way, as it was very funny.

9.15 p.m.

Dancing time!

Everyone has finished eating and the tables have very suddenly disappeared (that’s not true. We all saw that Dumbledore took out his wand to make the tables zoom back along the walls, but whatever.).

I have had fun with Michael thus far. He has said some funny things and he laughs about the things I say. Which is nice, as hardly anyone laughs when I say something funny.

Anyway, we’re going dancing now. I haven’t danced since… a long time. I think I’ve never danced before. Really, how hard can it be?

9.45 p.m.

Dancing is fun!

I’m having the time of my life, I can tell you that much. Why is it that I’ve never danced before? I think it’s my mother’s fault.

Anyway, I think (as I have no experience whatsoever) that Michael is a very good dancer.

And to my very surprise, it seems that Dave is so too. He’s dancing with Flo and it looks SO cute. Flo is sooo happy, and all because of me!

10.10 p.m.

UNBELIEVABLE. You’ll never believe what has happened. It’s so very unfair.

I just went away for like, two seconds, to get something to drink and when I came back, Michael was talking to Ginny.

I didn’t mind at first, of course, as talking to a person is allowed.

But then Michael saw me and he said to me: “You don’t mind if I… hang out with Ginny for a while, do you?

And I, because I was so bewildered, SHOOK MY HEAD and then they WENT OFF TOGETHER. I think I would be able to cry, or something.

Ginny stole my date. Why? Why? WHY?

It isn’t fair; I deserve some happiness, don’t I?

Anyway, I’m also off now. I’m going back to the common room, hang out with Leah, Dan and Jesse, smoke some cigarettes and get drunk or something, it’s the best I can do.


That was the first half of Christmas night
I think I'm going to post the next part (and the more interesting part, in my opinion) tomorrow.

I would like to know what you thought of this update!



My latest & last Juliet fic:
"C'est l'angoisse du temps qui passe qui nous fait tant parler du temps qu'il fait. Les critiques littéraires sont des cactus qui vivent de leurs piquants parmis les vautours qui vivent de leur plume."
- L'écrivain raté, 'Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain

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