Thursday

Charms: okay
Transfiguration: the less said, the better. My name's becoming sort of a byword for a bad performance (as in "pulling a Longbottom"). Which, yeah, is sort of humiliating. (Shut it, Seamus. It's not that funny.)
Herbology: better that Transfiguration! I like Professor Sprout a lot.
Flying: Um, I didn't dump myself off my broom. That's an improvement, right? But I don't think the Puddlemere United quidditch team is going to be scouting me for a Chaser position anytime soon.

I wish I was doing better in Transfiguration, because of all the time Sally-Anne Perks has been spending to try to help me. I'm afraid the Slytherins will say she's a hopeless teacher, but that's not it; I'm just a hopeless student. About Transfiguration, anyway. And she is helping, even though it's hard to believe, looking at my latest pop quiz score. I'd have lost twice as many points if the two of us hadn't spent so much time going over texture changes.

We had a good talk yesterday afternoon, after we put the textbook away. She asked me a little about my sister (sort of wistfully, I thought) and it made me realise, yeah, I really am lucky to be getting mail from someone at home each week.

(Oh, and in case you lot in Slytherin are wondering, you don't have to worry that she's going all soft about me or anything. She knows I'm a just a hopeless Gryffindor, with a brain that's only good for keeping my skull bones apart.

Still. It's quite nice to have the help. Whatever her reasons. So thanks, Sally-Anne.)