I sometimes wonder why I’m in love with someone who doesn’t like me and who loves the one thing I despise (meaning quidditch).


I think I might have been dropped on my head as a baby. 

"So why do you have a thing for my older brother?" Al asks, changing the subject back, "I mean sure, he's good looking, and girls practially throw themselves at him..."

Ah yes, just a little more salt into the wound? Great, thanks.

This kid should have been in slytherin. I'm serious.

Look at that grin! That's totally I-want-to-kill-you-in-your-sleep material.

Why isn't she a blonde ditz? Why can't I make fun of her? This is exceedingly irritating.

Ah, Fluxweed.

My very own form of escapism.

“Look, Stella,” Fred laughs, “The day James starts helping me with homework is the day I stop being awesome, and we all know, that’s not happening any time soon.”

Note to self: Rose is evil. She is not trustworthy. The next time that she tries to trick you into going downstairs by telling you there are free muffins, don't fall for it.

"Oh," Is all that comes out of my mouth.


Thanks brain, very helpful. I'm sure Encycolpedia Britannica is applauding your eloquence.

It's working out brilliantly. Really. I've realised that not confronting problems works out really well for people.

I know, I understand. It's only natural to be jealous of my genius.

"She really likes you!"


"That's funny," he mutters, looking unaffected by this information, "The last time I asked her to be my girlfriend she screamed at me in front of the entire common room."
 

"I'm tired."
"Lazy, Stella. The word you're looking for is lazy." 

This isn't one of my Aunt Trudy's romance novels. You know, the one with the guys with washboard abs and perfect hair were holding up women in long ball gowns that fell off their shoulders, who swooned as though the guy's sexiness was just too much for their feeble feminine legs to handle.