September 1
[9:26 am – Train Ride to Kings Cross]

I like Samson Carswell.

I can pinpoint the moment I realized it, too.

July 25, shortly before everyone left my home, Tait came over to meet my friends. I was excited, hoping he’d get on well with them. Of course, my joys were premature and misplaced (it took forever to think up those words). Samson was the first, and only, to meet Tait. This affair was rather dramatic and involved a haughty Samson, a mocking Tait, a fight with words, a storming off Tait, and a furious Samson lecturing me and leaving. Ten minutes of my sobbing before Samson ventured back with an awkward apology. He sat down beside me.

And I took his hand.

That’s when I realized Merlin’s pants, I like Samson Carswell!

Because, even though we’d fought again and he said awful, mean things, they ceased to matter when he apologized. After I took his hand, when he slipped his fingers between mine, I just knew that everything would be okay. Then, I leant against him and rest my head on his shoulder and he didn’t even move or shrug me off. He didn’t seem to care and I felt warm and right and just perfect. Like that’s where I belonged.

I have no idea what to do.

He probably doesn’t even like me.

It felt like he likes me. There was just this… charge, this energy and everything felt peaceful and comfortable and certainly he felt it? That it was just… right? Because… it just… you could feel it, there’s no way to describe the perfection and rightness I felt. Ag! Oh, Merlin.

What if I imagined it? Maybe there was no charge? Samson was behaving funny when I ran into him in Diagon Alley. He ran off with these two boys (one had a fake mustache. Er…) and merely waved at me when he saw me.

Maybe the moment was actually awkward for him and now he’s going to ignore me best he can.

Ag.

Ag, ag, ag!

I like Samson Carswell.

[Around 2 pm. Maybe close to 3.]

I think I imagined it. In fact, I really believe I must’ve, now, because here I am on the train and Samson has said less than ten words to me. Ag!

When I got on the train, I didn’t know where the others were so I just sat down in a compartment in the front with the skunklettes. Shortly after, Gavin showed up and he came and sat with me. We chatted for a bit and I debated in my mind whether I should talk to Gavin about Samson, but then Callie came in, which was awfully awkward. There’s really been no recovery from last year’s debacle, I don’t believe.

With Callie in there, I couldn’t very well talk about Samson so I made polite conversation with her until Samson showed up. And not long after, Sabrina.

Had they been together? Is that why he wasn’t around – cos he was with Sabrina?

Ich. Go away, tummy pangs.

I am not jealous. There’s no way I’m jealous. They were friends first.

Anyway, Samson barely even acknowledged me – he didn’t even say anything about my hair or clothes. Even Gavin noticed! It was right depressing, too, because Fredreich told me that I look older, like I could pass for fifteen with my hair all piled up in this pretty, loose bun Mummy did. And my new dress was a gift Mummy got! Apparently, this fashion designer for the design label Voila! who is waaay hot couture designed the dress as a gift to Mummy for me.

I figured of all people, he would’ve said something.

But instead, he’s been at the compartment across the hall from me, throwing things and flirting at these girls. Urgh. What’s wrong that stupid jerk? Hmph! No more thinking about him, Issy.

Not a hard task.

Let’s think about the conversation with Callie in which she told you that everyone was happy to see you’d returned.

Everyone but for Sams— NO NO NO! Stop thinking of him! Think pleasant. How sweet of Callie to have said something. Especially as catty and treacherous as she is. Pleasant thoughts, Issy, that was hardly pleasant.

Sigh. Why won’t he at le— Stop there Missy.

Why is it so hard to not think about him?

…and why is the train slowing…?

[4:50something. On.. carriages?]

This is an outrage! An injustice! Karma has caught up to me for all the mean things I did to Matti and for bossing Fredreich around my entire pre-Hogwarts life! Nobody deserves such an injust treatment!

Why segregation?

What’s so wrong with how Hogwarts has been all along?

Never have I attended an all-girls school! And I’ve never wanted to, for that matter!

What in the name of Merlin’s saggy pants is going on right now? All girls? And where are the boys off to? For that matter, where are we off to? Hogwarts? Another school? I want to know who’s behind this, too! Maybe Daddy can dig up some info, I’ll have to borrow an owl off someone and post him. Urgh!

Now I’ll never get to talk to Gavin about Samson or even directly talk to Samson. And I won’t ever get to find out if he’s been avoiding me or just been being really weird. I won’t get to see Aiden or Mister Ryan or Zero or Gavin or Samson or any of my male friends. Ag.

I wish I knew what was going on.

Now I’m currently in a carriage with Sabrina, Juni (I finally found her! Hurrah!), this new little firstie and two girls who I don’t know.

And no. I am certainly not happy. Not. One. Bit.

HMPH!

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Yaaaaay! Issy is back for her second year at Hogwarts, quill and journal ready. With the absence of boys due to the school segregation, I fancy she'll have quite a bit of time on her hands. ;]

It appears Journal fics suddenly became REALLY popular o.o Wow!

Sooo, I hope you guys come back to continue reading and commentingand enjoying the world as told by Issy. :]

P.S: Comments are greatly appreciated. ;] Heehee