Tidings of comfort and joy.

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It's nearly the end of term,which means my enthusiasm for school work is at a low ebb. And it's particularly so this year, as all anyone is talking about is the Yule Ball.

I know Wanda thinks I'm being bloody stupid for not asking Hermia. And I keep thinking I should. We've been talking a lot more over the past few weeks, and - yeah. Alright. I do like her. She's clever, and kind, and... I like her hair. And her hands, the way they move when she's talking excitedly about stuff she likes.

And she has nice legs, which I hadn't noticed before Hogsmeade, since our robes don't give away much.

So yeah, I like her. And I think she likes me. What's my problem? It's stupid to be intimidated by her family and money and all that. But every time I think about askig her I imagine her telling her parents, and her dad wanting to meet me, and... Ugh.

I go into the hall for dinner.

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