18th December, 1888
Dear Diary,
It is nearly the winter holidays now, but I have not given up on my wooing of Professor Skeeter, just so you know! Only I don't think I made any real progress last year; he does not seem to know who I am any better, nor have I managed to make much conversation with him on a non-Herbology front.
I had just about plucked up the nerve, this time, to be a little more forward with my next move - I had gotten a card to put with the flowers this time, and crept down to the greenhouse to leave them there while Professor Skeeter was still at dinner, and I had just arranged them nicely - I spent ages, I tell you, colour-coding the bouquet and all! - and left them for him, only just as I was leaving the greenhouse, I saw his DAMNED CAT slink in and start chewing up the card! CAN YOU BELIEVE?
I think I may have dashed over and kicked Peppermint in my fury. Sorry, Peppermint.
I may have to leave Project Marry Professor Skeeter until after Christmas for now, I don't have any pocket money left to spend on flowers at the moment.
Love, Jemima
