[Private to Andrew Stebbins]
I've managed to fall hard for my best mate. Perfect timing, too. I hate James Bradley.
[End Privacy]

I'm sick of Defense Against the Dark Arts already. How in the world did Snape manage to make the classroom look like it belongs in the dungeon? He's got skill, that's for sure. I never thought I could be so apathetic about one of my favourite classes, but I stand corrected.

How have the first few weeks treated you lot? Sky, you keeping up with your homework?

[Private]
I haven't talked to her in days now. I never realised before how easy it was to avoid her altogether. For once, I'm quite alright with her being in a separate house from me. I just wish we didn't share some of the same classes. I hate seeing her with him. Why does it bother me so much? Probably because I had no warning... He's just so different than, well, me. 'Head Boy James Bradley.' The prat. If my best mate Skylar didn't love him, I'd hand his ass to him. I don't care who he thinks he is.

I've never felt this angry before. It's uncontrollable. I don't even wish to see her. It's rather self-defeating because she always was the one that calmed me down when I was irrational. Now what? I've been spending a bit more time with some Hufflepuff mates and just trying to focus on practising for Quidditch tryouts. They should be any day now, really. Even the guys bother me about her, though. Everyone's noticed she hasn't been around, me more than anyone.

I don't want to make nice. There's no bloody way I'm going to tolerate him.
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[Private to Friends/Family]
Pretty strange summer holiday, wouldn't you say? Mum's been relocated to St. Mungo's for the time being, Ministry's orders. It turns out the Healers needed a bit of help pacifying the muggle Junior Minister Herbert Chorley. Dad's been having a hell of a time working with the Ministry to clear the muggles' minds of the recent disasters. If the papers are true, my final year at Hogwarts is going to be... well... interesting.

I'm not typically the one to shadow the Ministry's opinions, but do me a favour & look after yourselves (at least 'til we get back to school). I don't want to read about any of you in the papers, unless of course you decide to do something brilliant enough to earn your name in print.
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[Private to Skylar Fawcett]
I don't know how secure these journals are, but I figured it was safer than sending an owl. Don't you think it's high time we pick out our petnames for one another? Ministry's orders, after all. I'll refrain from anything distasteful as long as you promise to make mine something epic.
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