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I was awoken at three o'clock this morning by a stammering Hufflepuff seventh year who stood in the doorway of my dormitory and whispered my name as though this were a fantastic method of waking me up. Naturally, I assumed it was taking advantage of the disabled passwords and trying to barter its way into my bed. As it turns out, she first spent fifteen minutes knocking on the door to Slytherin, wondering why she was getting no one's attention by doing so. Well, let's see. The door is solid rock. We don't have a fancy little portrait like some. She looked ready to wet her knickers and she smelt of antiseptic, and when I made her wait while I got my dressing gown, she nearly passed out. I suppose she thought I was going to strip to put my dressing gown on or something equally sordid. In any case, she'd been sent from the hospital wing to fetch me and I expect she's rather lucky that Nott sleeps in the first years' dormitory as he's prone to sleepwalking. Once I woke up in the middle of the night and found him with a chess board in the common room, waiting expectantly with his first move made. Even in sleep he didn't allow his imaginary partner the option of being white and thereby moving first. I suppose she's also lucky that Crabbe and Goyle sleep like the dead, lest either one of them mistook her for a very squishy teddy bear.

Since Potter was requesting my earthly presence, I ditched the Hufflepuff and made my way to the infirmary, whereupon I was greeted by Black, who I suspect sniffed me when I walked past. Potter, not surprisingly, is quite bloody and bruised and generally softspoken, aside from proclaiming that he was hungry and promptly protesting when I tried to walk away with his water to inform someone that he was, in fact, demanding food. I have no idea if he ever got food, so someone should likely see to that if he has not. Eventually I started to nod off in my chair, and since Potter was fading in and out of consciousness to make such important statements as 'Ow' and 'Pillow,' I returned to bed. For someone who has returned to the living after a six day absence, Potter is not very well.

My Parents of course came to Hogwarts yesterday when the parents were finally allowed to visit. Father informed me that he was quite proud of the way I'd kept a cool head and managed to find a place to lay low while the chaos ensued and Mother delivered a book which Millicent has already stolen. Since we're to leave on the Hogwarts Express on the 30th anyway, the only students that seem to be going home now are those who were closely affiliated to the dead. Rumour has it that the Theobald Hufflepuff is being moved to St Mungo's for better treatment, so I suppose he won't be on the train.

I find it rather amazing that Potter requested my presence in the hospital wing, given that I, the sinister prodigy, single-handedly orchestrated and performed this caper. How very big of him.

missgranger @ 2003-06-27 12:59 pm UTC

Harry is having potions; he's not quite ready to eat anything else yet. I suppose it was good of you to stay with him until he fell asleep. He likes to have someone there if he wakes up for a moment.

I don't see why you had to scare Belinda. She'd been in the hospital wing all day and she was tired. She was only going out of her way to get you, so you could have been a bit more polite. Now she wants to stay in the library.

potterstinks @ 2003-06-27 01:12 pm UTC

Well, pin a rose on her nose, Granger! Pardon me for not being delicate with Hufflepuffs at three o'clock in the morning. You act as though I'm the one who asked her to go out of her way. It's not my fault she was tired.

Perhaps someone ought to inform Potter that he's not allowed to have food, then, since he quite plainly said he wanted some. I don't see why he can't have any, as he didn't fracture his stomach.