Well, Hello there readers! Of course a special welcome to our new readers! I'm sorry I haven't gotten around to posting! I was going to do a new chapter in honor of Pottermore, but....well....I got a bit distracted. Now that that's all settled, I might as well begin. Enjoy.

Dear Diary,
I've decided to name you. Writing in a diary makes me sound like a prat. I think i'll call you Rupert. Yes, that sounds lovely. Or maybe Tom. Both are quite nice. Perhaps you're a Matthew, or a Daniel. Well, I think that I shall just go with Rupert. It fits you well. Anyway Rupert, I suppose it's time to share about the Yule Ball. It was quite lovely until that dunderhead Weaslebee ruined it. He just had to upset my little angel. I don't understand what his issue is. Krum is so much better than him, and even if Krum were out of the picture she would never choose him. He's a ginger, everybody knows gingers have no souls. I got to dance with her though, it was quite lovely. It's as though she knew exactly where I wanted to go even before I did. She fits perfectly in my arms. Her dress was amazing as well. As if Merlin himself came alive and made it for her. Pansy, on the other hand, looked like her usual cow self. She actually tried to kiss me! Why must I be so attractive? Why must she like me?! I just want to spend eternity with Hermione, no one else. I can't even imagine being with anyone else. When the song ended I thought I might as well have been stabbed in the heart, I knew she had to get back, but she is my one and only. I don't know if I can carry on much longer. I think I need to send an owl to father. Wish me luck.
-The Man With To Many Problems