Friday, 9 March 2001
Stupid Hermione Grainger dobbed me in to Ron. Now he knows about the elf race and wants to come with me. I knew I shouldn't have told a girl! I was getting ready to sneak out and Ron showed up wearing a home knitted balaclava and a carrying a lunchbox full of jelly slugs "for bets". I was so angry with Hermione I wanted to cast a punching spell on her face. I said I was too tired and didn't know if I was even going to go but he didn't take the hint. I'm trying to stall him by writing in my diary and seeing if he gives up, but he is still sat there, counting out his stupid jelly slugs and talking about the system his dad has for betting. I wish he would at least roll his balaclava up.
Posted by Will Daw at 17:16