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[31 Jan 2005|05:23pm]
Gryffindor - 200
Hufflepuff - 30

I can't believe it. What thefuck went wrong? We did everything right and they still walked all over us.

It's like somebody died in the Hufflepuff Common Room. Seeker's beside himself, but it wasn't his fault really. At the end of the day, they were just a better team. Anyway, it doesn't matter as long as we beat Slytherin next month. If we do, we're in the Final, and we won't cock that one up.

I'm sick of quidditch, but what else is there to talk about? Schoolwork? It's boring and there's lots of it. There. Parents? I get a letter every week. Father is very boring. There. I did try to start the books he got me for Christmas, just out of politeness (I think he'll probably test me on them when I go home) and trying to keep my mind off Saturday's game but Merlin, I couldn't get past the first page of any of them. One is about a kid called, in all seriousness, Philip Pirrip, or Pip. How can you read a book like that? I'm just going to lend them to a Ravenclaw and have them tutor me.
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[26 Jan 2005|04:00pm]
Three more games in the season, and we're tied with Gryffindor for top of the League. The Slytherins could still catch us up but they're not playing well this year, and Ravenclaw haven't even won a game yet so this Saturday's match is sort of a practice for the Final, I suppose. We'd be practising every night this week if only the Gryffindors hadn't booked two of the five nights on the pitch, and the Slytherins booked another night just to wind us up, so instead we're in the Library going over plays and strategies. Our team is good, and if the Seeker can only control his nerves before the match enough to get it over with quite quickly then we've got a really good chance.

Sorry for boring any non-Quidditch fans!
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[04 Jan 2005|03:37pm]
Everybody's back, and it feels really strange to have all these people around after it's been so empty and quiet. Last night it was so claustrophobic in the dormitory and common room that I wanted to escape to the library or something, but my mate got the brand new Cleansweep for Christmas and he wanted to rub my nose in it show it off to me.

Father had Winky Floo my presents in on Christmas Day: a couple of books from him (incredibly boring, one about Muggles and a few by Muggle authors I've never heard of, but at least he made an effort, I suppose), a set of Appleby Arrow Quidditch robes from my Mother (brilliant), money from various relatives I never see (which I then spent in Hogsmeade) and a bag of Bertie Botts' from good old Winky. All in all, a good year.

It's be nice to get back to normal, though.
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[20 Dec 2004|02:18pm]
I am not at home. I am still at Hogwarts, sitting here on my own in the library and writing this to try and keep from actually dying of boredom.

An owl came at the last minute yesterday morning from Father, telling me basically not to bother coming home for Christmas because nobody would be there. Mother has gone to stay with her family for a bit, and Father can't get out of the office because he's so busy. So here I am. Bloody marvellous. It might have been nice to be told earlier, so that I could have known not to pack all my stuff and heave the trunk down to the Hall ready to be loaded onto the train, and then watch everyone else leave. Yes, that might have been nice.

The Common Room is bloody insufferable. I'm going to spend the rest of the holiday hiding here or, if the snow melts enough, on the Quidditch pitch. Maybe they'll let us down to Hogsmeade one day. I'm going to go mad if I have to stay here.
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[17 Dec 2004|03:26pm]
Hogwarts is one endless tangle of tinsel and holly and sparkles and Christmas trees and fairies and the singing armour. There are much more decorations up than there were last year. Maybe the professors think that we all need cheering up becuase...well, it's not been the best year, has it, with the Death Eaters and all? But even with all the trimmings, people haven't signed up to stay over Christmas. I think maybe two people from Hufflepuff have in total. People want to go home to their families. They're still scared. Especially lower down the school, and especially here in Hufflepuff. Our little firsties are soppy things, no matter how much you tell them that probably the very last people the Death Eaters will come after are the Hufflepuffs. That's our advantage, I suppose.

For myself, I'm all packed and ready for the journey home on Sunday. I'm looking forward to being at home, to seeing my Mother, and Winky is going to be on top form, I know! She gets lonely when I'm at school. She misses her 'Master Barty'.
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[20 Nov 2004|12:34pm]
Bertha Jorkins, you stupid empty-headed bitch, I know it was you who fed that garbage to Rita sodding Skeeter. Have fun with your new friend while you can. It won't be long before she knifes you in the back.

I think you all ought to know that my Father loved my Mother when he married her, and that he loves her now. Do not believe everything you hear from the Daily Prophet.

And Skeeter, if my Mother makes herself ill over these stories...
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[07 Nov 2004|08:59pm]
Things really are looking up.

Yesterday was the first Quidditch game of the season, which WE WON!! YES, HUFFLEPUFF WON!! And I scored THREE TIMES!! We beat Ravenclaw 200-40!!

Slytherin and Gryffindor are usually the first match of the season, but they swapped games with us because half the Slytherin team have got a one match ban. Apparantly there was a huge fight over something or other. I don't really know, all I care about is that HUFFLEPUFF WON!!
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[15 Oct 2004|03:49pm]
I don't care how the Muggle political system works.

I don't care about the exact position of every single sodding constellation in the bloody sky.

I don't care what temperature you have to incubate fairy eggs at if you want them to hatch properly.

I don't see why anyone cares about all this and I don't see why they need a million feet of parchment on them every night.

I was looking forward to coming back to Hogwarts so much, and now I think I'll be glad when Christmas rolls around. I am not homesick. I have never been homesick here for a minute, not even the first night when everything was new and strange, and I was the scrawniest boy in the dormitory. I'm a sixth year now. I'm a quidditch player, and Hogwarts is more home than London. I'm not homesick. I'm just fed up and tired. And Mother is ill. I want to go home
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[15 Sep 2004|01:55pm]
It's the first quidditch practice of the year tonight, and where am I? In detention. Yes, that's right, instead of being out on the pitch, I am stuck in this bloody library with Madam Pince, cataloguing and shelving about a million books. One of them bit me! This isn't punishment, it's torture!

And it wasn't even my fault! We were all studying in the library, and this Slytherin boy was mouthing off about stuff. So I punched him. And he hit back, and then all his Slytherin mates set on me, and all the Hufflepuff boys set on the Slytherins and turned into a huge battle. Some old books got knocked off the shelves and trampled, so in wades Madam Pince, slinging hexes and shouting like you wouldn't believe. And now here I am in detention, and so is the Slytherin who started it in the first place. The other boys have all got detention on other nights. Professor Peregrin is going to write to my parents, too, so tomorrow's owl-post should be interesting.

They might have let me off just for one night. Our first match is in just under two months, and we need all the practice we can get. All last year's Seventh year players have left, so we've got to train the firsties, and if I'm not there then they'll pick out a new Chaser without consulting me! If we want even a chance for the Cup this year then we'll have to train as hard as we can, but there isn't much chance of that while I am stuck in this library, hiding behind a stack of mouldy old spell-books and writing in this thing.
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[02 Sep 2004|02:16pm]
It is so good to be back at Hogwarts, even though I'd be a bit happier if it wasn't so close to Hogsmeade at the moment. I know that it's probably the last place on earth that the Death Eaters are now but still, you can't help thinking, can you? Everyone's talking about it. You can't move for people saying how well they knew Selkie Simmons and what a tragedy it is. I didn't know her. Well, I knew her by name and by the clashes between her and that mad girl, Bellatrix, but she was two years ahead of me and a Gryffindor, too. It seems like Hufflepuff is the safest place to be right now. Nobody has a grudge against a Hufflepuff, do they?

The people who aren't talking about the attack are on about the new Divination professor. I haven't got her because I dropped Divination this year because my OWL result wasn't very good. It was a P. I had Professor Delphi, though. She was very good. The grade was my fault, I messed up the exam. Otherwise, my OWLs were quite good - all E's except for the P and one O in Astronomy. Mother was very proud, and Winky was ecstatic: "Oh Master Barty! You is making your family proud!"

I read that Miss Tenniel was in St Mungo's. I hope she gets well soon.
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[19 Aug 2004|04:31pm]
I'm back. Obviously. The holiday went surprisingly well. We spent two weeks in a Muggle guest house at the seaside, although I daren't tell you where for fear that Father will find out. It was almost as if we were actually father and son, rather than complete strangers living in the same house and connected only by Mother. On one occasion, he managed to talk to me like I was an actual human being and not an idiot child.

And as unbelievable as it might seem, he also managed not to race back home when the Prophet announced that Bagnold had the top job, although he just couldn't resist that one owl back to the Ministry. I think he really thought he might get the position, and to be fair to him, he has worked very hard. I mean, he's always at the office, although I have no idea what he does other than offend people. Yes, I'm feeling almost charitable towards him at the moment.

This new Death Eater attack is really disturbing. It's as if they really enjoy the suffering. I mean, even if you have to kill people for your cause, there's no reason to enjoy it, is there? It's not human.
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[03 Aug 2004|02:48pm]
Father has finally snapped. It happened last night, when an owl delivered him a Howler during dinner. He didn't open it straight away, which was stupid of him, but dashed into his study, where it exploded and set fire to his desk. The voice was some old woman's, telling him he was a disgrace to pass that Unforgiveable law. I did try not to laugh, honestly.

Anyway, the upshot of it is that he's had enough and is taking me and Mother away for a fortnight (Winky has to stay behind and keep the house - she's devastated). He won't tell us where we're going, though. He doesn't want anybody from the Ministry to be able to find him. The bad news is that since I'll be with him all the time, there's no way to write in this journal without him finding out, so I've got to leave it here. It's a shame.
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[30 Jul 2004|05:26pm]
It's been a bit mad around our house lately. Father keeps getting owls, letters about his Unforgiveables law. I gather he isn't the most popular person around the Ministry at the moment, which serves him right if you ask me. Mother says we have to support him, as this is such a difficult time for him and such an important part of his career. I say it was his decision, let him deal with the consequences. Not that I actually know much about it, and not that I actually care much about what my father does.

He doesn't approve of these journals - he says you can get all sorts of riff-raff and troublemakers on them - so when Winky went out to do the shopping I asked her to get one for me. She did, and a bag of Every Flavour Beans, which was very daring for her. Usually I have to beg and plead for things, she's so afraid of upsetting 'the Master'.

Well, there's another owl hooting at the window, so I'd better go and let it in. Why these people don't send them to his office is beyond me.
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