I finally got to visit the Winter Labyrinth in Hogsmeade, and it was I it was fun at first, but then I

I had the worst time

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A quiet day at home today. I didn’t sleep well, though I fear I was very tired last night. The labyrinth event was perfectly fine. If I was silly enough to get lost and stuck in a trap, that was my own fault, and I ought to be more careful next time. I supposed I overreacted to the kiss, too. I have always liked kisses before.

It was my own doing, anyway. I blinded him with the wandlight and then looked as if I were waiting for his assistance, and I’m sure he meant it as he said, as a nice surprise. Probably he would have done nothing else after that without my permission, but I was a fool and couldn’t think of anything to do but run to be rid of his company. He must have thought me very stupid and hysterical. (When I found my friends they all laughed and said I looked half-wild and manic and I only said I got lost and didn’t like to say why else, because if I had told them about the kiss of course they would imagine I had encouraged him, because I – )

Well, you know. I’ll be more sensible in future.

But I hope I never have to meet him again.

I hate mazes.

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