i know it ain't easy giving up your heart.

susan bones.
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( Private to self. )

The mandrakes in Greenhouse number five are miserable. It's too cold for them, and the first years did a rather rotten job of repotting them, so they have been miserable through these first cold snaps. Luckily, with some extra time and effort, I was able to assist in repotting them and make sure they are nice and snug and warm in the greenhouse.

( Private to DA. )

The frost each night and then the unseasonably warm days have the greenhouses confused. Spring plants blossom in the sun but then wilt in the frost at night.

( Private to friends and family. )

I love this time of the season. The air smells crisp and it's not too cold, but it's not too hot. I also enjoy the sound of crunching leaves. Even the squid seems to be enjoying himself. The squid is a he, isn't it?

[ Private to friends and family. ]

I just received an owl from home, father resigned from his position at the Ministry of Magic. He said he and mother are going on a long holiday and that I should stay here for the winter hols. I don't mind it that much, and I just pray that they will be all right. I worry more so for mother, and I know something more is going on with them, I just think they aren't telling me anything at the moment. Father told me to be brave, and that is what I am trying to do. It's hard to be brave when you don't know exactly what is going on outside the gates of Hogwarts. The air around the school is tense, and I have a feeling something big is about to happen. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that. I think I am ready.

I think.

I'm still not sure.

I'm a little scared...

[ /Private to friends and family. ]

( Private to Poppy Caxton. )

( Private to Edgar Bones. )

[ Hexed away from Death Eaters. ]

I have been negligent of you, again, dear journal and I apologize. I misplaced the journal for a time and found it at the bottom of my trunk this morning. I really must apologize if I have been keeping in touch with others via this journal and lost touch for a little bit.

I have been keeping busy, in the greenhouses specifically. The first years seem to really enjoy destroying more plants than saving them, so I've been working to heal a few of the overly tended to plants back to health. I think I have permanently stained hands because of it, but I'm not complaining. It's been decided long ago, that I am not really cut out for having manicures - they never seem to stay perfect.

Also, I have to apologize to my dorm mates, I promise the Puffapod will stop dropping seeds within the next few weeks. Winter is coming and it will go into a sort of hibernation. I will take it home over the Winter hols, so we don't have to worry about it come Spring. I can only imagine what the dorms would look it if I allowed it to seed during Spring in our room.

Finally, I have some sweets, far too much for me to stomach, that I'm willing to part with. Let me know if anyone would like some chocolate frogs.

[ /Hexed away from Death Eaters. ]

( Private to Michael Corner. )

[ Private to friends and family. ]

I cannot thank you enough for all the brilliant birthday wishes and gifts. It's truly been a marvelous celebration. I've had so much fun these past few days, and it's been a great distraction from schoolwork and everything else that has been going on.

Thank you, everyone.

[ /Private to friends and family. ]

( Private to self. )

Hexed away from Death Eaters.

I think I'm going to be sick...

/Hexed away from Death Eathers.

( Private to the Order & Dumbledore's Army. )

( Private to Madam Pomfrey. )

( Private. )

( Private to Edgar Bones. )

( Private to 7th year Hufflepuff girls. )

I love this season. Days grow shorter, and nights get longer. It's not too hot and it's not too cold. It's perfect in all aspects. All the plants that enjoy blossoming in the evening have started to bud, and the weather is perfect for all the plants in the greenhouses. They enjoy the cool breeze under a warm sun.

The leaves in the Forbidden Forest have started to change as well. It's subtle, but I did find a pile of leaves near the lake with that audible crunch when you stepped on them. I can't wait for autumn. The leaves in autumn are so pretty, it's like an explosion of color.

Father sent over a package filled with sweets from the Autumnal Equinox Celebration in Hogsmeade. I'm a bit envious, I would have loved to go. It's a shame there couldn't be some coordination between Hogwarts and the festival, so we could have gone during one of our weekends there. I heard there were loads of fun things to do. I would have liked to see the Weird Sisters, especially.

Ah well, not much can be done about it now, hm?

A Fanged Geranium bit me this morning. I feel a bit stupid for not being more cautious about it. I assume it did not like the fact that I was pruning it's leaves. I don't even know why they keep Fanged Geraniums in the greenhouse, they really have no use in potions... I guess they just enjoy the flowers during the Spring.

Speaking of seasons, I'm looking forward to Winter. I can't wait for snow.

I thought I had lost this thing for good. I tore apart my trunk, my bed, half of the girl's dormitory looking for this journal. Do you know where I found it? Under a pot in Greenhouse 5. It's still good as new, yeah? It has a few water spots, but I think it gives the journal some character. As for it working, I assume because I can still read what everyone is writing, it's all right.

The school year has barely begun and I all ready feel a bit aloof. Does anyone else feel kind of strange being back? It's like so many things have changed, that the only thing that is familiar around here is my bed, and even that feels strange.

Speaking of strange, I received an owl the other day from mum, it had a package attached to it, poor little Dorothea could barely carry the thing under her small wings. I have to write about this because I think it's completely ridiculous. She writes as stated in the letter:

"I don't think I can send any more letters, Susy. After taking Dorothea to Eeylops to find out what was wrong with her for the past couple of months he said that burrowing owls need time to spread their wings. Therefore I am allowing Dorothea a vacation from working this year and therefore sending Talullah in her wake. Please make sure to attach a good sac of food to your owls leg before releasing her after you get this letter, and tell her you'll see her next summer.

Much love and kisses,
Mum

PS: Talullah is your grandmum's owl from when she was at Hogwarts, you'll love her, she's loyal and gets the job done right. Even if she is rather old, and is constantly molting. Have a lovely day, dearie!"

Is it horrid of me to find this funny? Would any one happen to know what owls like to eat? I don't exactly know what to include in this sack for her, and I would prefer not to kill mice. That is what owls eat, yes?

I wonder if she would like some biscuits...

( Private to Ernie. )

( soundtrack. )

You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers ( grow. )

( application for Susan Bones. )