You Make Bridges, I Burn Them Down

Boys are MANKY! I almost forgot how gross living with two brothers is. Jamie just threw his gross sock at me! I pounded him a good one, but mam just yelled at me.

Someone save me! Lavender!!!!!! Help!!! Before I truly go away in the head!

My mother is driving me away in the head! See this is the problem with being a muggle born. You try and try and try to keep all this news away from your parents so they can stop talking all this blarney about moving north and it doesn't do anything. The whole thing is banjaxed if you ask me. Luckily, when ma started freakin' out when I arrived asking the nice Auror who dropped me off all these questions, to reassure her he did some nice protective spells on the house. So, in short, I get to actually spend Christmas AT HOME.

I'm going to go find Jamie. See what kind of shenanigans he's got up his sleeve.

Detention blows.

My socks are wet. I think I have a hole in my shoe somewhere. I don't like my socks being wet. I can charm them dry all day long, but they still get wet.

( Owl to Fred )

Ummm...so has anyone else noticed how weird Muggle Studies has gotten or is it just me?</font>

My name is Megan Hendrick Jones, and I'm an idiot.


[hexed to Ernie]

Still mad at you, but thank you none the less.

[/ hex to Ernie]

To try and take my mind off of myself, I've throwing myself into Arithmancy. Now that we're deep into the Chaldean method it's starting to make it's self clear. Next week we take this method and apply it to the Hebrew alphabet. I hope I can hang on. The trouble is, I love this subject so much, but sometimes it's a little overwhelming.

So, in a way I'm glad that I'm ignoring how idiotic I can be sometimes.

Plus, there are a lot of things I'm sure we'd all rather not talk/think about at the mo' so actually buckling down and doing homework provides a pretty good excuse. I suppose.

( hexed to harry only )

Cloud Nine. That's where I am. Cloud Nine.

I love how one bit of goodamazing news just turns everything around. And it gets better too. Because all good things (and bad too, but apparently I'm not on the "bad" right now) come in threes, I've got everything to look forward too.

It feels good to be back in the living part of life again. For a while there I was kind of out of it. Whoops. But it happens to everyone I guess.

I heard from my family yesterday, and their okay. Michael is trying out for his schools Rugby team, I'm so proud! And James decided to not to further his education anymore, and is going to take over the family business instead. Hurrary for muggle car repair, I suppose. Mum still wants to move near family. Dad doesn't want to leave the business.

So, yay life.

So, lately I've been getting frustrated with Muggle Studies. I know it's what I want to do, I know I want to go into Muggle Relations, but doing the homework is rather aggravating. I know the answers, obviously coming from a Muggle home, but then going back and finding sources to support what I know is annoying. I spent two hours in the library today trying to find a book that would allow me to say that when Muggles use ice to keep swelling down after spraining their ankles or whatnot, does in fact work.

Hannah, I love you and all like the sister I never had, but sitting there telling me that it’s so much easier to brew up a deflating potion, than 20 minutes on, 20 off with the ice, not helping. I love you, but once again, not productive.

( hexed to Lavender )

( Owl to Fred )