Penelope Clearwater

I can't believe we're actually here, seeing (and hearing!) Krups Laughing!!!

It's the interval right now and the queue for refreshments is too insane to bother, but Percy's trying, anyway. I just thought I'd write this down before I'm too knackered to do it later.

Though I don't know as I'll ever get to sleep tonight!

It's been such a wonderful night. I feel almost guilty that all I could really contribute was a belated birthday dinner before the show. The seats are incredible - any closer and we'd be able to play chords on Willa Morningstar's guitar ourselves!

I know I don't usually make use of so many exclamation points, but really. The place is packed and it was utterly impossible to get in and yet...here we are!

Percy, I know you won't see this until later, or even possibly tomorrow, but I'm dead proud of you for this summer. And for Mr Malfoy's good recommendation. And especially for these utterly incredible tickets! I'm probably the luckiest girl in London and it's down to you.

Sorry that sounds so soppy. But it's true.

Oh, they've flashed the lights. Time to put this away.

I met with the Headmistress this afternoon because, of course, I missed OWLs.

I guess we'll be scheduling them the first week of summer. At least I was prepared for them before that mudblood and I got petrified, but what a headache! I was really looking forward to a summer holiday with nothing to do - well, except clean, as I expect my father will have a list of chores as long as my arm.

Weasley, I still have that book you lent me to revise. Do you mind terribly if I owl post it back to you when the examinations are over? Of course, if you need it back right away, that's all right too.

Weasley, can't you do something about your brother? He's bothering everyone with his incessant replies to everyone.

If it's a hex, someone take it off of him, already.

Some of us are trying to REVISE.

I thought the point of the summer holidays was to actually have a bloody holiday!

My father has me endlessly dusting the sitting room curios and polishing drawer handles all day long. I don't think either would gather enough dust and tarnish since the last time I cleaned them three days ago.

If I can talk my father's owl into it, I think I might slip away with a friend for a bit, just to get a break. The floo powder jar is full, so a quick trip would hardly be noticed, I think.

I am so sick of having my face stuck in books the past month. I can't believe that I let my father's little tirade about my marks over the holidays get to me.

I'm about ready to burn the lot of them, and my homework too. Anyone care to join me?

That's two wagers, one for each Quidditch match, that he has lost and failed to pay off.

Fellow students, I'd not place a bet with Prefect Weasley if you ever expect to receive your winnings. You're more likely to receive an O from Professor Carrow Vector than you would receive your payout from the Prefect.

Anyone care for a wager on tomorrow's quidditch match?

Percy, I suspect that you're the gambling type. What do you say?

Tuna Noodle casserole?

That had to be the worst dinner Hogwarts has ever served.

Please tell me that we won't be forced to eat that EVER again.

Who in their bloody right mind allowed a first year to become Seeker, let alone play Quidditch?

Please tell me it was the same bloke that fell off his broom and cracked his arm.  That will seal the Cup for Ravenclaw this year, that's for sure. 

We could use all the help we could get.