itsmy_chocolate

Dear journal,

I'm going home for the weekend tomorrow evening, after classes but before dinner. I am looking forward to it, because actually going home is infinitely preferable to simply saying I am and then hiding in the infirmary for a few days, behind a curtain and stuff.

Madame Pomfrey is going to floo home with me and help Mum set things up, then she's going to come by again in the morning.  Dad's out of town for a week, or else he'd help patch me up, but since he can't, Madame Pomfrey has been really nice and volunteered to help.  

Mum says that if I'm feeling up to it on Saturday, we can go out and buy some things for the new baby.  That should be fun.

Since Dad's not going to be home, I think it will be a very relaxing weekend.  Mum will have to work half a day on Friday, but I'll just sleep most of the day anyway so it shouldn't be a problem.  Then she said we can get a curry if I'm feeling well enough for that night, and maybe rent a movie.  She also said she got a few new books to read to me, if I want her to.

I think it will be a nice weekend.

I'm a little worried about my potions exam coming up.  I've been studying very hard, but I keep forgetting details.  I need to do well, because otherwise Headmaster Dumbledore might start to doubt his decision to let me attend.  I struggled with the last exam, too, and felt very poorly about it.

Professor McGonagall said my last Transfiguration essay was well constructed and without a single grammatical mistake.  I was very pleased.

I think I had ought to go work on Charms now, so I have less to worry about over the weekend.

Good bye, journal.

Chuck! "Fetus" has a Latin root.

And it's fetuses, not fetoo! See!!

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Dear journal,

I received a package from Mum and Dad today. It was meant for last week, but the note Mum included apologized for the lateness, and I know they're getting ready for the new baby so it's okay. Chocolate and books are fine any time of the month, not just that one time. Mum seems very excited about the new baby. She's only nine weeks along, so she said, but they've started thinking about names. I want the baby to be called Ronald, Stephen or Lucinda. They said they'd think about it.

The chocolate Mum sent this time was especially good, perhaps to make up for the package being around a week late.

I was in the infirmary for four days though, so I didn't really notice the lateness.

Dad also included a list of books he'd like me to start looking at. I got one of them from the library today. It is very thick.

I miss them terribly. I am excited to see Mum because she will look a lot different. She says by the time I see her next she will be definitely showing.

Dad says his research is going along nicely. He also said that he got a few new clients, which is good. Because Mum was worried about affording the new baby, since Dad's practice has gone downhill. I think they're trying to replace

Today Peter wasn't feeling well, so I was able to have his pudding at dinner. Although Sirius took most of it.

I practiced transfiguration today and turned a quill into a rather passable lily. I am going to give it to Lily Evans.

I am going to go finish my rough draft of my DADA essay now.

Goodbye, journal.