I hate Christmas. I really do right now. The bloody mistletoe around the castle and Jack and I not talking since...since that kiss that he started. I want to pull out my hair.

What am I going to do?

Note: This was before she left for home for the holidays.

{Hexed Private}
I suppose it's interesting that I managed to make a boy nearly trip over himself to get away from me. But I think I find it more disturbing than that. I'm not sure what this means for any love life I'm ever hoping to have, though I'm sure Dad would be pleased. I actually flustered Malfoy.

I suppose I'll have to make an appearance at the Halloween ball his parents are throwing. But the problem will be what to wear. Not anything really childish of course. Mum made Hugo and I go through that when we were younger.

Personally, I'd much rather stay at the castle and read, but it's time for me to take a break from my studies. I've been working very hard this year, even though NEWTs aren't until next year. I must keep my marks up, of course. Why be a prefect if you can't be a good example?
{/Hexed Private}

I should do more than just stay in the library and do my prefect rounds. But I've gotten to the point where I believe it's better for me if I stay on Mum and Dad's good side.

Classes are going well and at least everyone can say I'm not as much of a know-it-all as Mum.

I keep to myself. After all, it's what I do best, I suppose.

I got my letter from Hogwarts today and Mum is driving me insane with going to Diagon for my books. I think she's more excited about reading them than I am.

If Dad isn't bothering me about something, it's Mum telling me I need to take one of her books with me. At least Hugo isn't bothering me. But he's the world's best little brother.