My Jedi Journal
Catch up on previous installments of My Jedi Journal! Year One: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6; Year Two: 1, 2, 3, 4.
I just got back from Crete; well, back from home after having been in Crete for a couple of months, and I want to go back! I had such a blast there.... In fact, I don't think I've written in you since my last entry, when I was deciding what to do for the summer?
WELL! I decided to stay with Alana for the summer. That was my intention anyway. That's what I wrote to Dad because I really didn't want to be looking for olgivnies anyway, or studying them or whatever. So I got on the Hogwarts Express and went home, just wondering what I'd DO there for ages during the summer. I mean, Alana's cool and all that but really....
So, I get to London and there's Alana and her cool motorbike and she took care of all my packages somehow so Scalawag and I could ride home on her bike. We got there and she said, "Let's have something to eat." Then, while we were eating, she sprang a great big piece of news on me.
She's been accepted to play with the Holyhead Harpies! I was so surprised I splashed my cup of coffee all over myself. Fortunately I'd put a lot of cream in it so it wasn't really hot, but still. Good thing Alana can do magic because I have this silly restriction about not being allowed to do magic outside the school until I'm 17....
But the exciting, and kind of weird, thing about this is that the Holyhead Harpies were going to a training camp.... Yes, you guessed it! In Crete! I was like, "How in the WORLD did you manage to do THAT?" Alana just grinned. She was grinning a lot that night.
The training camp had already started so we left the next day. I took Scalawag, of course, and a suitcase of clothes but Alana told me to just pack what I needed to have because she intended to make sure that I had appropriate clothes for the location (she uses big words sometimes). The clothes that one has for England just aren't right for Crete. (She was right! Our "hot" days are almost their "cool" days!)
Anyway, I totally loved Crete. Somehow (yes, the coincidences are starting to stretch a lot?) the training camp for the Harpies was like only five miles away from where Dad was studying his olgivnies. I could use my broomstick to go watch their practices during the day and also live with Dad and make sure he ate breakfast and then dinner because he has a tendency to forget to eat when he's really into something.
Oh, and olgivnies are little crab-like creatures but they kind of look like a cross between a lobster and a crab and they exude a fluid (that sounds SO GROSS) that is used in magical healing potions but evidently they will only live "here" and so Dad is trying to figure out a way to raise them in an artificial (ie. wizard-made) environment because it'd be really useful to have this fluid local and available in England. It doesn't travel well, he says.
So — I watched a LOT of Quidditch practice all summer long. I learned a lot of what to do and what NOT to do, too. It's cool because I'll take it back to Hogwarts and tell our team captain.
I guess that's enough for this entry. I'm getting sleepy... so I'll continue tomorrow!
Continued before tomorrow. I just had some coffee because I remembered I had homework so I did it and am still wide awake.... So anyway, the Quidditch camp ended and Alana and I went back to England and I stayed at her home for a couple of weeks and then at my home for a week and then back to the Hogwarts Express with my school trunk and Scalawag and my broom! But, I'm starting to wonder about Dad and Alana. He came back awfully quick after the Quidditch camp ended. He and Alana didn't really see a lot of each other while at Crete, but every once in a while she'd pop in and every once in a while, he'd go watch a practice. Ah... who knows? I for sure don't know and I'm finally getting really sleepy so good night Diary, this time for real.