I can't go to Hogsmeade. I'm sick. I went to the hospital wing and demanded to be made better before the weekend, but she only told me that magic didn't solve everything. I was given something to drink and sent to my dorm. Stupid.

I'd better be brought back something! No candy, please. Just the thought makes me want to

I hate the morning! I hate the light shining in my face, the giggles coming from the common room, and the birds chirping outside. I want to go back to my house and go back to my bed. I want to sleep in!

Other than that the year is off to a good start....