||[Feb. 8th, 2005|11:52 pm]
Hermione Jane Granger
It's been ages since I posted that owl, and I do hope Viktor's all right. He might just be busy. After all, it's perfectly reasonable to be busy when you're coaching the unluckiest Quidditch team in decades, really.|
Ron's asked me to the Valentine Ball, which brings up several complications. How on earth am I supposed to find the time to peruse those ridiculous dress robe catalogues and order a dress on time? It's hard to find anything I'd like - some are so dumpy, and others are...well, nothing I'd want to show off to the school, thanks.
And honestly, I can't believe there isn't a book listing spells against overhearing someone, or writing down specific things. You'd think, if Hogwarts stocked books detailing complete rubbish, like charms to curl someone's nostril hair, that there would be a few books about that sort of thing, wouldn't you? ...No, Madam Pince can't have been serious.
Well, at any rate, I'm quite glad the meeting worked out the way it did, even if Zacharias Smith turned up uninvited. I wonder how he found out, exactly? Still, I think we can trust him. We've got to - he's allied himself with us now, whether he meant to or not.
We're going to call ourselves the DA, for Dumbledore's Army. Ginny suggested it. It's quite clever, isn't it? We are a sort of army now. I think Harry was a bit shocked at the number of people who came, but it's reassuring to know we have so many people on our side. I've got our roster, and I'm positive the hex works. They're small victories, but with luck, this will work, and we will teach ourselves defencive magic.