November 23rd

Mood - Cold and miserable... Bah!

(Note to self:
Hufflepuff's are prone to bouts of incessant whining.)


Hmph. Hufflepuffs. All they ever seem to do is whine. I just don't get them! Maybe I seem to bring out the worst in them or something. Mind you, I HAVE been feeling groggy myself lately. Perhaps its one of those contagious periods of gloom.

I won't go into what the silly Hufflepuff wanted to talk to me about, as it would, quite frankly, bore you to sodding tears. I was happy when they finally up and left so I could eat my lemon cheesecake... They had been in my office for two and a half yawn-inducing hours!

Then, who should poke their head round the door but that obnoxious little bugger Draco Malfoy. He thought it would be funny to just prance his way around my office and pick up everything in sight offering his opinion. Naturally, I asked what on earth he wanted, but he didn't respond. He had obviously just stopped by to stir thing up. He had heard that I was quite angry with him about his behavior towards the other students and, I think, this must have been his way of 'getting one over on me' or something daft.

I must have sat there with the biggest frown on my face. Then, to my horror, what should he find underneath a book on the table? Gilderoy's handkerchief! Of course, he just looked at me waving it around. I just growled at him and told him to give it back, but the little bugger ran off waving it triumphantly above his head laughing in an evil manner.

I just sat back in my seat. I was far to tired and cranky to care at that point and to top it all off the weather had decided to make a very fast turn around and it was icy cold and raining!

Well, that was it. I'd had enough. I just shut up my office and stormed out into the great hall. Little did I know things were about to get even MORE cringeworthy.

Two Slytherin students were doing impressions of me and Gilderoy while Draco waved the handkerchief around!

I thanked the gods about a thousand times when Snape arrived and shouted at them all. Only thing was, he got hold of the handkerchief. He stood there looking at it a while, then looked up and nodded a hello at me before turning on his heels and walking off. I expected a bit more of a reaction, but it seemed he didn't know where they had got the item from. I was safe for a little while at least.

After eating something I went back to my office and saw two Gryffindor lads, then in the evening after tea Gilderoy came to check up on me. He peered round the door and grinned an overly enthusiastic smile coupled with a cheeky little giggle. Lord knows what was up with him. Maybe he'd been at the firewhiskey again or something...

Sat and talked a little while, then he decided to head to bed. Had an early class the following morning and we both needed our sleep.

That's when it hit me. Me... Alone in my room... I was simply petrified. (Not literally thankfully.)

That's why my writing looks a bit off. My hands are shaking.

Well, I better get some rest if I can... Night!

November 15th to November 22nd

Mood - Light and fluffy

(Note to self:
Try to get that Evita song out your head ASAP!)

Scaryness abounds still. I must have bags under my eyes the size of Gilderoy's clothing collection... No sleep at all. Well, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, since I was able to drop off for 3 hours last night, but other than that... Not single wink in the past week. Its not doing me any good. My digestion is all screwy and I have such a head ache.

Gildypoo has been great though, despite nerves. He always tries to make me feel better. He's such a darling. Last night he dotted candles all around his room and brought food in for a romantic supper for a change. We so rarely get that chance anymore. He wore those beautiful lavender robes of his which just, well... wow. Always leaves me stunned. I don't know what he had done, but he just looked so amazing. His eyes gave off this wonderful sparkle just as if, if he blinked, stars would fall from them. Sounds corny I know, but it is the only way I can describe it.

Stayed in his room all night anyway. Regardless of how spooky the castle had been lately, it was magical. I actually felt safe.

After eating we sat on the bed and just talked for ages. Some things I don't think I'll mention, because certain things were far too romantic and you would need a bucket or two and others... well... Not suitable for certain peoples ears, if you know what I mean.

Christmas is the set date. It will all be arranged for then. Its going to be on the quiet as we first spoke about, only family there and a few close friends... Nothing more. He is more excited than me I think. He keeps calling me Rachel Lockhart by mistake in classes and the students just look bewildered.

I'm getting better at classes now. I was able to actually teach the class the other day while Gilderoy nipped out to Diagon alley for book signings or something. He came back all flustered, his hair messed up and a couple of tears in his robes. I asked him what on earth had happened and he told me the crowd had got pretty wild. Some woman had even ripped a tuft of hair from his head which he was simply mortified over and insisted on wearing a hat to cover it, even though there was hardly a bare patch in sight.

The past few days have been ok, in a way. Weather has been nicer than I thought it was going to be. The sun is actually out right now... Wish I was outside instead of being sat here in this office waiting for some students to see me. Just got about half an hour left till I can have free time.

Gilderoy says he wants to call into my office quickly this evening before bed time. I have decided, you see, to sleep alone to try and get over my fear of whatever is lurking around. He doesn't think its a good idea, but I think that we can't always be together, not here at least. There is always the chance of being separated. He decided to express his concerns in the most melodramatic way over dinner. The students wondered what was going on, not to mention the other staff. I about sank into my seat.

But, my gosh what a wonderful job of concealing this relationship we are doing. We have class, we separate and then meet for lunch later on. Sit in our assigned seats, talk about normal things with the occasional glance or gesture when we are sure no one is looking. Part ways again till evening, when either he visits me, or I visit him. Usually if someone spots us, we make sure we have a cover story about the class. No lies, just a good cover up.

I keep having this song stuck in my head. I remember back at home in our lovely muggle house we used to watch films as a family. One in particular springs to mind called Evita starring some Muggle singer. I couldn't get into it myself, but one of the songs won't leave my head and every time it appears inside it reminds me of Gilderoy. One line in particular "I'd be surprisingly good for you". Deary me... I must be going soft. Every love song makes me giddy.

Anyway. I had better get going. Just about to see a Hufflepuff.

November 6th to November 14th

Mood - My head hurts.

(Note to self:
Under Bed Checkery is a must.)


Things have been incredibly odd lately. Not only was my diary pilfered again, but things have been happening in the castle. Really dangerous things.

Apparently, while I was in 'petal form', Filch's cat 'Mrs Norris' was petrified. Gilderoy was telling me that there was a message on the wall written in blood. Something about some secret chamber or other. Well, it has the teachers spooked and the students can tell. I think the teachers are trying to hush it up for now, but the students aren't dumb.

I think Gilderoy is slightly worried too. He hasn't let on or said, but I can tell. After all, I make it my job to know how people feel.

In fact, he is insisting we press on about the whole wedding thing. I'm pretty freaked out by how insistent he is being, but I guess in a good way. Thing is, I am in way over my head and I daren't say anything, because I don't want it to stop. But, at the same time I'm just so scared. I have never, ever been so impulsive before in my life. I don't do things like that.

Well, anyway. He has been talking about it more and more. I think he is definitely spooked by the odd goings on and I'm wondering if he knows something I don't. He has his heart set on Christmas I think.

I still can't believe all this is happening. I feel so lucky I was even considered to work here in the first place. And the whole thing with Gilderoy? Hoo boy...

Anyway, back on the topic of the horrible events. Gilderoy did happen to mention that at the start of the school term, Harry Potter was serving detention in his office and heard some strange voice or other. Eegh. I'm quite scared now. I hate the unknown. Not only that but, the other day something terrible happened. That poor lad with the camera, Colin Creevy I believe his name was, was petrified too!

Poor, poor lad. I dread to think what else is going to happen next! I can't sleep at night thinking about it. Every noise makes me jump, its dreadful.

Gilderoy insists I am safe when I'm with him, but knowing his past history with spells, I'm not so confident. At least he makes me laugh. (Even if its unintentionally.) Laughing helps me forget things.

I'm wondering if all these things may be connected to the diary thief/spell caster and if I should report it to Dumbledore. I think I should... I just need to figure out a gameplan.

Not only do I need to figure out a gameplan, but I also need to talk to Snape about that blasted student of his, clean up my office (Its been Beaned upon) and get this diary in check. Not to mention remove the nasty looking licorice stains from its cover. Ugh! I hate licorice!

Well... All in good time.

Speaking of time, I think it is time for me to snuggle down for yet another sleepless night.

There will certainly be some under-the-bed surveillance tonight...