Wow. It's been a good month since I've even checked up on this thing. I can't say my life was in shambles over it, but it is kind of nice to have another medium to figure out what in the hell is going on in this bloody castle.

I know you lot missed me, but homework and prefect duties must come first. Or so my mother says. She's been known to be wrong a time or two. Just don't tell her that, though. She doesn't take news like that too wonderfully.

Merlin! One of the first year girls is crying and Hermione is nowhere to be found. I hate when I have to deal with this stuff. I'm just no good at it. Here's to hoping I don't make her more upset...

Now that the wedding's over, I kind of miss all of the constant stuff that was going on. It's so quiet and boring now that I have nothing to do. Eh. I'm quite happy that we're going back to Hogwarts soon, though. It'll be a nice change in routine.

Nice until probably the second day. And then I'll be complaining about how I can't wait until the winter break. But if I'm not complaining about something, then not all is right in the world, is it?

Have to go try to find everything that I should be taking to Hogwarts in the mess that is my room...

I'm so utterly pleased that this wedding is over. I mean, the reception and ceremony was nice. And it was nice to see everyone before school started, but it's nice that it's all over. It seemed that the entire summer was spent preparing for this one day. And now that it's all over, was ALL of that preperation really worth it? I'm not quite sure it was, but at least it's done with. Now all I have to worry about is school. Can't wait. *end sarcasm*

I don't know why, but I was bloody pissed to see Mr. Krum at the wedding yesterday. Ok. I do know why, but still. I know he's Fleur's friend and all. And I know he and Hermione still write. But it's so much different seeing him in person. Seeing him talk to Hermione. Seeing her laugh at whatever he was saying to her. Seeing him put those bloody hands of his on her shoulder, her back, her arm. Really. And the horrible thing is, she wasn't stopping him. I even saw them dance together. By that point, I was glad I had a few butterbeers in me.

Ok. I'm going to stop. It's putting me in a sore mood. And I'd rather not be in a sore mood and have a slight hangover.

You don't even know how overjoyed I am that the wedding is almost here. Which means...it's almost over. And we can get back to the regular, boring lives we lead. It'll also be nice that we're heading back to Hogwarts soon. It feels like we haven't been there in ages.

Mum's been crazy with last minute wedding things, so I better go make myself useful. I'd really rather she not direct her stress at me, so I should go offer help before she starts yelling.

Wow. I can't believe Mum has one of these things.

I don't really have anything to say besides the constant "I'm bored". And no one really seems to be around much. Hermione and Ginny are off doing their own little thing. And Harry has been pretty reclusive. Bill and Charlie left sometime last night. And I have no idea where they are. Mum's worried, I think. But I think they're probably at one of their flats. Eh.

Malfoy escaped (not the word I wanted to use, but it's what came to mind) from Neville's. And wants his wand back. Uh, ok.

Oi. I'm off to be bored somewhere else.

Like Ginny, I am beyond ready for school to start. This summer could not drag on any longer. I could use a change in things. Even if that means essays and homework. Now, trust me, when I get back to school I will not be feeling this way, but, as of now, I am.

Is it bad that the only news we get about a member of our family is from the Daily Prophet? And all we know is that he's alive to comment. Oh, Parsley, how we don't miss you.

Oi. Ginny was talking about chocolate and, now, it's all I can think about. Must get some.

I'll talk to you lot later.

Oi. I hate being sick. Especially during the summer. Because looking outside and seeing beautiful weather does not make me feel any better about being stuck in my bed. And everyone is off doing something, so it makes it even more intolerable. How'd I even get sick in the first place? Seriously, where did this come from?

Bloody hell. I'm getting sick of the liquified meals, too. Mum's soup, while good, is just not cutting it anymore. I need something solid and not healthy for me.

Bugger. I just read Tonks' latest entry and she's sick, too. I wonder if I got it from her. But, why me? Out of the million numerous people here, why was I the one that had to catch whatever it is that I caught?

Mum's yelling at me to get off of this thing and to rest. I don't know how much more rest I can handle before I go insane.

How did I drink so much last night? And how is my head still attached? Because it feels as though it shouldn't be. I kind of wish it wasn't.

And I definitely don't want to hear what Hermione has to say.

I'm going to thank Bill and Fleur for planning an evening wedding. Because I won't be functioning until much later today.

Oi. I need to go take a shower. Bloody hell do I need a shower.

Quick update before the night of absolute craziness ensues. Oi. Bill and Charlie really are bloody awesome. And being of-age is so much better than having to hear about it from everyone when they get back. Far bloody better.

Hermione, love, you're fantastic. Just thought you should know.

And, Ginny, no more family photo albums. Don't think I don't know that you're showing people. Really, enough with the pictures.

I need to get out of this house again. The last Diagon Alley trip was a bit short, so is anyone up for a redo tomorrow? Because I need to get out of this bloody house. Before I burn it down.