La petit fleur d'or

To the anonymous person who left the teddy bear on my bed

Thank you. Happy Valentine's Day.

[Private to Dominic]

I won't beg, but I will ask. I need someone to lead the opening dance with me, and since I can't ask who I think I really want to I know you're probably going with Alex, or maybe you're not, but anyway I was hoping you might not mind helping out a friend. I just need a partner for the opening dance.. afterwards I don't mind going stag.

It would also be a good opportunity to make certain parties jealous.

Headmaster Grawlson said they'll be putting in some sort of cooling system soon. Guess I'll have to give up sleeping on the pitch naked. That's a damn shame.

Oh, and there's to be a Valentine's Ball. Since we're not allowed off castle grounds and Valentine's weekend is generally spent in Hogsmeade; Grawlson has agreed to allow us the great hall for the evening. All prefects and Head Boy/Girl will be expected to chaperon the event. Open to all years. Dress robes required.

( [Private to Dom] )

( [Private to all Prefects] )

Does anyone have a cure for sheer boredom? Now that our wands have gone completely wonky I can't practice for NEWTs and I spent yesterday afternoon flying for hours just to get out of the tower. The air was wonderful and not to mention the pleasant company I had. But today I find myself completely at a loss, and not to mention I haven't had a good snog in ages. Who would have thought it would be so hard for a gal to find a decent snogging partner, especially with there being little else to do.

Well, I think it's obvious that none of us is alone here. We've all lost any concept of our identities. So, obviously there's no sense in whinging about your situation becasue we're all in the same one. And I think it's obvious what the common denominator is..

I've learned my name at least.. Victoire. That seems so foreign, but that's what people call me, I guess. I've also learned from these pages that I have sisters.. Two younger ones. Agréable pour vous rencontrer de la petites soeur.

I also apparently play Quidditch, and I'm pants at potions. So, far that's all I know.

In the meantime I'm trying to learn more about myself and why I can curse in another language.

Those damnable gnomes...

Honestly I was on my way to DADA yesterday and I tripped. Tripped. On a damned tree root growing up from the floor. What the bloody hell is that about? And then after falling and landing flat on my arse I found myself face to face with a gnome. Lovely creatures, really. Sank it's sharp little claws right into my nose. Wanker.

So, I proceeded to do exactly as my Grandmaman would have me do and collected the thing about the legs and swung it over my head a few times before releasing it and letting the bugger sail. Unfortunately, unlike at Grandmamans where they end up outside of the garden, it hit the wall with a resounding thud.

And then the blasted creatures came out, en masse, and chased me down the hall.

I tried to use my wand to repel them but every spell I sent at them just went the other way. Like some sort of invisible force was around the little buggers.

It was like Hogwart's was protecting them!

This all, of course, made me late to class and now I have a detention next week. So I'll have to miss Quidditch practice..

P.S. Does anyone else have a resounding headache?
Or regret anything they said or did..

Isn't there a window or a vent in the whole of this bloody tower? How the feck are we supposed to sleep while writhing in bed and sweating from this blasted heat.

I think I'm going to go sleep on the pitch. Bloody well naked if it means I can catch atleast a draft. Atleast then I won't have to move before practice starts.

As Dominic pointed out earlier we are again at our leisure to lie. Brilliant really -- I managed to remain pleasantly private and absent during the whole mess. All of my skeletons remain in the proverbial closet, as it were.

Unfortunately I didn't get to send anyone out to the pitch for detention with Hagrid.

Anyhow... My wand has gone completely wonky, can't even manage a bloody levitation charm, can't manage any charm really. Yesterday I attempted a vanishing spell during class time that went off with a resounding bang and resulted in a lot of smoke and a great black mark on Flitwick's wall. Filch is probably still scrubbing it off. Hopefully this will wear off soon as well, honestly, if I start dropping in even one more class my hair may fall out from stress.. Can you imagine how I might look bald?

( Private to Cutter )

And yesterday Dominique and I got into such a heated argument that the drapes caught fire. The veela in us, or just accidental magic? Shouldn't that stop by the time you enter school?


Anyhow, if anyone is up for a good fly later... Thought it might do me some good to get outside this maddening castle. Afterwards, I plan a long soak in the prefects bathroom, so plan accordingly.

Has the whole of Hogwarts gone mad?

I suppose I should make it a habit to keep up with this thing a bit more. Truly it's lucky I hadn't yet opened my mail.. Hexes flying everywhere. Who knows what I would have come out looking like.. Hopefully not like poor Dom. He looked terribly miserable at practice, And hideous and that's saying it nicely. His face was so red and swollen, and it was kind of oozy too. Not sure what that was about. Honestly if he wasn't such a nasty bugger about it I might have laughed... As it was I merely stood there like bloody idiot for the first 5 minutes staring at him. Atleast I perked up before he heaved the quaffle at me.

Speaking of Quidditch if this bloody rain doesn't quit.. Well I'm sure I won't actually do anything... However, Dominic had us out there so long that my hair was soaked through and frozen into little red popsicle sticks. It was brilliant really. Though I may have to see Madam Pomfrey about a pepperup potion..

Still have yet to brew a successful Shrinking Solution this week.. Not to mention the Felix Felicis due Wednesday.. I'm set to fail Potions AND Herbology if something doesn't change.. Then I'll be searching for a new career, and as professional Quidditch doesn't appear to be in my future... I'll be cleaning the loos at the Ministry for sure.

Anyhow...

If I see anymore illegal hexes floating around you'll be serving detention for a week. Not to mention the points I'll be subtracting, and that means from Gryffindors too. Don't think I believe your innocence for a second.

( Picture yourself in a boat on a river, With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, A girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, Towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, And she's gone. )