HELLO EVERYBODY!!

It's been so long! Since my last obsession with plants, my journal was eaten twice. Alas!

Then I moved on to obsessing (Edgar calls my 'likes' obsessions because when I like something, it's all over the place, y'know??) over cats and this one cat I had was really, really mean and whenever I didn't give it fish pie, it would go to my journal and poop on it. Seriously? I could of easily cleaned it squeaky clean, but I didn't want a journal that was pooped on...

SO! This is my new journal.

Right now, I'm obsessed with Demiguises. I want one so badly!! I told Edgar to go out to look for one and he said, "Yeah, sure!" And went out...30 minutes later, I look out the window and he's asleep on the hammock that we've just put up two days ago. Oh, Edgar!

starting anew.

Frank is gone, and Edgar is gone, and the house is so very quiet. What shall I do? I could charm my umbrella plant to sing again, that was fun. But then the other plants get annoyed and I don't want a rebellion on my hands.

Lovegood (Xeno, he says I've to call him Xeno.) is coming over later and I'm making stew. I got a new cat, did I tell you? Well, he's not mine, really, he's his own, he just adopted me, rather than the other way around. I'm convinced he's magical though, because things kept disappearing from the fridge. Cat things, like milk and ham. But that might have been Frank. Was that you Frank?

Anyway, I've decided to call him Garruloph.  Until he tells me his real name, anyway. He can keep me company now that the boys have gone back to school.

[Protected from the Boneses]

I'm so very tired.

I think it's been over a month since last I wrote --- seems forever ago! I've just been busy; been going all over the place and trying to cheer up the Boneses. Thankfully, I also had Lovegood, Mrs. Longbottom and Frank come over and make it a more warmer enviroment.

I feel really, really sad seeing Edgar down. Ever since our first year, I have not seen Edgar cry or stop talking, all completely. Er, I mean, I didn't really see him cry but, I would assume he did, right? Ooh, he's so gloomy! Oooh, he’s been moody, too. I don’t like seeing him like that; it’s a bit scary because he’s Edgar and if it wasn’t for Amelia and I holding him back, he’d be out there…not sleeping on my lap.

It took me such a long time to get him to lie down and come out of my bedroom. Poor Amelia, too. I asked Lovegood to take her out and they’re out right now; it’s a good thing…she needs some more fresh air.

Edgar kind of blasted my entire room and it’s okay, I’m not mad. So, I took him out of the room and talked to him and gave him a really, long and big hug. Then I made food for us and he laid his head on my lap and went to sleep.

Lalalala! I went to visit my mom today and it was fun. I kind of laid there -- by the grave, that is -- and told her a story. I left pretty late, but it was a nice day. I scattered flowers around the grave and then ran back home. I wasn’t being chased or anything, but it feels nice running around in your bare feet and skirts and scattering flowers around. Though, there weren’t many flowers left. Oh well!

My cat is still petrified and I’m no longer feeding my plants in case they try to eat my cat or me. I think they’re getting the idea -- they’re kind of dying. Is this a protest? I should probably put them outside, but I’m afraid it’s a plan to secretly get me to think they’re dead and then wham! they eat me and Agatha will no longer be. Bugger.

I’m going to go buy some carrots now.

By the way, Edgar you left your briefcase in my house. I’ll owl it to you later and it was sososososososososososo nice to see you!! Take care, love. You two, Frank. I’ve sent you another pumpkin pie with Edgar. It should be half eaten by now…if luck is on your side.

Hm...seems like a lot of you have been asking to see Bones's loverboy? Well, look no further! Agatha still has the pictures she took.






Rest assure, I was chased around the school, by naked Bones and pants-to-his-ankles Boy. That is...till I reached the girls' dorm and I swear, I've never been so happy to be an actual girl.




Lovegood! I've baked some pumpkin pie, do you want to stop by for dinner later? Or a midnight snack or something? Don't mind the cups I've put outside the building. It's a from of protection.

I'm alone! Alone! Alone! Alone!
Edgar is gone! Frank is gone!
Oh my.


I came back to the house and the potion I had set to, um, rest turned sour and now the whole house stinks. Bugger.

So, the guy I was seeing gave me the boot. I think he was jealous of Edgar (of all people!) and the fact that we live together. I suppose, he had a reason to be suspicious.

Truth be told, I never quiet liked him. He was a bit too talkative. Edgar is enough to deal with. Oh! And he was not very clean and smelled like ketchup. Yeah, I know.

Rest assure, Edgar was there when I was given the boot and, well, the guy was kind of sorry when he did. I tried to stop Edgar, I really did! But, er, yeah...didn't work. He ended up giving him warts and other nasty things and then he ended up chasing him down the street, throwing hexes...I, er...yeah...I love you, Edgar!

So...what about them apple shortcakes?

Hallo! How is everybody doing? I am doing okay-dokey, for the time being. I really like sleeping in and hate it when I wake up and Edgar's staring right. at. me. But, he does it to freak me out -- which I am used to now and uh, I kind of miss Hogwarts and Frank and Edgar has really gotten way wackier than he was before.

He tried to teach me Quidditch the other day and Merlin! I am such a disgrace to the sport. Really. I tried to, you know, switch for the quaffle and ended up hitting Edgar square in the face and something kinda cracked, so we had to go and fix it.

So, I was sitting here in my room, had just woken up, and Edgar had comes in with breakfast. I smiled at him and said, "So...we're not on that train..."

Then, Edgar smiled crazily and was all, "Yup."

And I was all, "We're not on that train."

And then we kinda had this massive make-out session, except not, we just squeed and then I was like, "No, no, Frank's on that train."

And he was all, "Frank's on that train?"

And I was all, "Frank's on that train."

And he was all, "Frank? Who's---ooh!"

And then he ate my toast.

Frank, my dear, we miss you! Be nice and go out with girls, I know you were waiting for me, but...life is hard, you know? Remember not to go to sleep on an empty stomach and Edgar says to always look in your shoes...whatever that means.

Frank and Edgar cut my hair. I thought they were going to do a good job, I really did. Afterwards, I tried to fix it and now it looks like a cow chewed it up and spat it out again.


Help.