(16) Willows Thorn: Christmas Spirit

I can't believe I almost did that!!! I mean, it's wrong, right?
Why? I'll tell you why.
1: I've known him, what, less than four months? So that's way too soon, right?
2: He's one of my BEST FRIENDS. It's too weird!
3: He probably doesn't feel the same way about me.
4: My dad was his Godfather, and presumably vice versa, so wouldn't that make us God-Brother and God-Sister?
Okay, so maybe now I'm just trying to make excuses, but still...
STOP IT!!!
...
Sorry.
Wait, you weren't worried! You knew I was going to come back! Am I really that obsessed with this diary?
Wait, don't answer that....Oh dear God, I'm talking to a book. No offense, by the way.
heh, Rose is going crazy...
LOGO!
WOOHOO! CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!! YAY!!!
Ahem. Yes, as you could probably guess, IT IS DECEMBER! Yay! Only 24 days until Present Day!
Heh, seeing that written down, I've just realised what that looks like. 24 days until today.
Wait....Christmas, right?
My first Christmas at Hogwarts!
My first Christmas without my mum.
Come to think of it, this is the longest I've ever been away from her...I s'pose all the excitement of coming here pushed everything out of my mind...
They're worried now. The guys, I mean. They're used to me being all hyper and noisy, and since last night's revelation I've been quiet as the grave. I keep thinking about all the things we did in the past, and all of the insane things we did. And most of all, the Christmas where Dad came home. It had been a bad year, and we all had only one small present each, but it was one of the best, because we were all there together.
A family.
Uh, oh. Someone's coming up. Hermione?
Yep.
I've been on my bed all day, so they must be worried. And since Herm's the only one that can come up here, they must have sent her. I'm quite glad really. I don't know why I didn't go down earlier.
"Everyone's worried about you, you know. Well, except for me." I raised my eyebrows at her, and was about to make some cutting remark about not worrying about her either, when she continued. "Well, I know why you're up here. You're worried and upset because it's your first Christmas without your mum, and the longest you've ever been away from your family."
"What....how?..." I started laughing. I'm sure she must be reading my diary. "Right. I'm hungry." I got up off my bed and pelted down the stairs, trying to get to the Great Hall before dinner was tidied away. Unfortunately, I crashed into Harry and Ron. Hermione then arrived at a much slower and calmer pace.
"Man, Hermione! You really should write a book about how girls' minds work!" Ron exclaimed. Herm and I rolled our eyes and headed towards the portrait hole. I suppose he's right though. She was only up there for a few minutes, and I come pelting down, a smile slapped across my face from ear to ear.
I'm glad I have friends like these. I feel as though I can overcome anything.
Everybody: Awwww! *cue the twinkly music* lol. ^_^
I wonder what other LOGOs I can make?
I'm really glad that the guys are so organised. It would have been REALLY annoying if they had waited until the last minute to tell me this, and left me totally unprepared! Note the sarcasm, by the way.
Oops, I've done it again.
Okay, rewind...
Yeah, well, it was about midnight last night, when we were still finishing leftover homework, Hermione helping out, considering she finished days ago. Harry had just finished off some transfiguration work, then turned to me and said,
"So, you finished packing yet?"
I was just finishing off my potions, so I finished the sentence before answering.
"Hang on.....add twelve wings of scarab beetles, and stir until thick. Yeah, what?"
"Have you finished packing?"
"For what?" I asked, totally confused. Hermione looked up from my work and joined Harry as he glared at Ron, who looked up, looking almost as bewildered as I felt.
"What?" he asked.
"You were supposed to tell Rose about the trip!" Hermione hissed.
"But why didn't you...oh yeah, you were doing homework and Harry was in detention with Sprout..."
"Yes, and we left YOU to tell Rose about the Christmas trip, so that she could pack everything in time!"
"SOOOO..." I interjected loudly to drown out the brewing argument. "When do we leave?"
"Tomorrow." Hermione told me placidly.
"WHAT?!?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?!" I jumped up, parchment flying everywhere, a thick potions textbook narrowly missing Crookshanks.
I flew up the stairs, probably waking up half the House as my boots stamped up the stone steps of the girls dorms.
I used my left hand to throw all my nearby stuff into my trunk, and at the same time used my wand to accio things haphazardly into place on top of them.
Hermione eventually arrived, moving at her usual, dignified pace, and tried to help by neatening whatever was in my trunk. I just ignored her and kept throwing more in, hindering her as books hit her hands sharply.
"Look, do you want me to help or not?!" she asked me angrily. I paused momentarily to glare at her before throwing my pyjamas and a teddy dog at her. "It's not my fault Ron didn't tell you!" she added, dodging the pyjamas only to be hit squarely in the face by the dog.
"Where are we going to anyway?" I asked conversationally, as though nothing had happened. To be honest, I felt a bit stupid now.
"The Burrow."
"Oh yay! The Burrow!!...Where or What is the Burrow?"
"Ottery St Catchpole. It's also known as Ron's House."
"Oh." I looked under my pillow to check if I'd left anything under there, but also to hide the obvious look of disappointment that had appeared on my face.
Great. Not that I don't want to spend Christmas with the guys, quite the opposite in fact. It's just that I'm not sure I'll be able to cope with not having my family around, but then watching Ron sitting arround with his..."
"Don't think like that." I looked up in confusion. "I know what you're thinking. Put it this way, I won't be with my family either, and what about Harry?" I hate it when she does that. She mananges to say just the thing to make you feel better, yet at the same time make you feel guilty for being selfish.
"Okay...aha!" I cried, pushing my arm down the side of the mattress and pulling out a bracelet. "I'd wondered where that got to..."
lol, Rose can't really complain about they guys being disorganised, can she?
Maybe she should put big LOGOs on all her stuff... ^_^
So here we are. On the train, setting off back to London. Harry and Ron have wandered off to check the status of the food trolley, and I'm here with Hermione, who's managed to somehow wheedle out my deep, dark secret.
She's now talking about how cute it is, something I'd expect to come more from Lavender Brown than her. Now I'm going to have to tell her my excuses.
Once I'd finished, barely believing them myself, Hermione set about smashing them up even more.
"Okay, one: the time thing. Some people get MARRIED after knowing each other for four months. Compared to that, a kiss is nothing!
"two: what's better than being best friends first? Most couples start off like that. It means you know you both get along together really well. Take me and-" she stopped abruptly, blushing.
"What's number three, Hermione?" I asked innocently, fighting all urges to ask who she was talking about, settling for a wicked grin instead.
"Three?" She repeated breathlessly, a relieved smile crepping across her face. "He won't feel the same way about you. Hmm. Well, if you both go by that basis, you'll never find out. Take a chance!
"Four. I'll cut to the chase. THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A GOD-BROTHER. Idiot.-"
"Hey!"
"Whatever. You're just clutching at straws now." She grinned at me in that annoying way she usually does when she's got one over on me. "You like him! You like him!" she sang, pointing at me while dancing in her seat.
"Shut up! What if they hear?!" I shouted, much louder than she had been singing.
"What if who hears?" a voice asked. Harry and Ron were back, arms laden with sweets and cakes. I blushed fiercely (well, my face felt as though it was on fire, anyway.) and mumbled 'nothing' in way I hoped was a secretive way. Harry looked at Ron, who shrugged and sat down next to Hermione, handing her some Chocolate Frogs.
I take it you're not even going to tell me like this? Harry asked me via mind-speak, sitting down next to me.
I'd rather not... I replied.
Is it something to do with visiting Ron's family for the holidays?
Mmm...
Thought so. Well, we've got each other, haven't we?
I turned and looked at him in surprise, then smiled.
Yeah, I suppose we do...
Then, Harry leant forwards and gave me a hug before dropping all of his purchases into my lap, a glittering cascade of sweets, shining in the winter sun.
"You look like you need these more than me." he said.
"I can't have all of this!"
"Yes, you can. I've seen you eat."
"...Oi! What are you implying?" I asked, playfully slapping him on the shoulder.
"Nothing, its just nice to see you acting like your 'normal', violent self again."
I smiled, shaking my head as I flopped back to lie down on the seat. I mean, I would have liked to fall the other way and lean on Harry, but...
NO. Stop that.
"If I didn't like you guys so much," Hermione gave her know-all grin, which I replied to with a warning look. "I would find you all really annoying. Honestly, all you seem to do is care about me!" I laughed, almost hysterically. The three of them exchanged glances.
"And to tell you the truth, I couldn't be happier..."
Okay! So that's the end of chapter 16! See you soon!
.....................LOGO. Meh _ I'm tired

here's your LOGO! ^_^

Awww! Well, it gets better in the next one!