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[22 Nov 2008|11:16pm] |
I think this Yule Ball stuff is nonsense. You're all anticipating it to be something amazing and I doubt it will meet up with those expectations. As for staying over Christmas holiday? Not that bad of an idea. Seems we're all a lot safer here.
I propose a winter-long snowball war. Who is with me? Can't get in trouble for that, can we?
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I've stopped having nightmares and I can't express what a relief that is. It really must have just been some post-traumatic type of thing. I feel like I can breathe again. And I've been getting plenty of rest. I can't help but be a little optimistic now. Though, I do feel like I'm walking on eggshells because Remonster seems to be after me, every step I make out of line! It's bloody ridiculous!
Anyway.. I don't see anyone asking me to the ball, so there's really no point in going. I'm not going to go and sit and watch all of this fluffy romantic shite. I'd get made fun of so bad, anyway. James is really good at making me feel insecure...the git. Gotta love him though. There's no one else like him. No one else seems to be able to tolerate me like he can. I really don't know what's wrong with me. Would they like me better if I played up the fact that I'm smarter than they are? The snotty know-it-all's is the crowd I would be in, but I'd rather dumb myself down and spend time with James and Keegs and the bunch. Mum would be furious if she knew I was doing that. Ah, there's no bliss like bringing out the witch in my mum.
I've been compiling a bit of notes on the Daily Prophet information. Not much too it yet, but I'm hoping to get some clues together by the end of the month or so. I think I'm going to talk to Professor Gallagher about some extra lessons. Something tells me I should. I'd like to be of a bit more use than I was in Hogsmeade.
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[14 Nov 2008|04:17pm] |
The Tower
The card of war. Something is coming that will shake you to the core, apparently you are blind to something...or someone....near you. Your view points will be rocked and from the destruction, the rebuilding of what was lost.
Judgment
Once you've rebuilt what will be lost, you will be forced to look at the past to fully rebuild/understand your life again. I foresee a rough path, one of guilt and sorrow........but with this card, you'll eventually.....forgive yourself.
Reall now? If I wasn't already paranoid about things, well I bloody well am now. Maybe I should lock myself up in my room til this passes?
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[14 Nov 2008|03:38pm] |
Okay, I really can't do this anymore. More feathers. Still limping. Hair loss?
Who is poisoning me? Keegan? Hugo?
I swear to the sun god that if I EVER have to miss a quidditch match again, I will retaliate. It will be bad. I promise that.
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Okay. Last night, I woke up on the floor, in my robes.. the door was open.
Am I sleepwalking? This is not okay. I don't take to lack of self-control very well.
I guess as long as I don't get hurt.. or something.. and this stops soon, it'll be alright.
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I feel nauseious.
I wish McGonagall were here..
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[12 Nov 2008|10:49pm] |
[Towards the end of the hexed portion, there are random spots of ink. The writing is darker in some places and by the end of the non-private section, the writing is extremely scratchy, also with random ink spots.]
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Okay. Well, they haven't stopped yet. To be honest, it might not have bothered me SO much, if I hadn't woken up with feathers in my mouth. I'm sorry but.. what in the bloody hell are FEATHERS doing.. in my mouth? I nearly choked! There's absolutely nothing in my room that has feathers. Though.. In my dream.. there were feathers.
No. No. I can't do this. I hate dreaming. Well, now I do. I didn't used to. Merlin, I wish this little phase I'm going through would just be finished already. I've had a limp all day long because my right leg is so sore from the bloody nightmare.
I think I might talk to James about it. There's no way I'm writing mum. She'd freak out. She's always been a bit spaztic. Let's try sleeping once more. Maybe tonight they'll stop.
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Someone has stolen all of my spare quills. I'm going to decapatate whoever did it. I just broke mine and I'm trying to write with the bloody top portion. It's not like I can go to Hogsmeade and get more. So.. whoever you are.. give them back. I'll make sure you regret it if you don't!
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[11 Nov 2008|11:02pm] |
I don't have nightmares. This just isn't like me.
I bloody HATE detention. And I hate cleaning. And howlers from my mum. And these uniforms. And Remoth. Oops. Spilt my ink.
I've decided I don't very much like what's going on around here. Not that there's anything I can do about that.. just felt like voicing.. or writing.. my opinion.
Gotta get to bed.
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I haven't had dreams in a really long time. And while that was something I hated.. I'll go back to that right now with no hesitation. Bloody hell. Who wouldn't if every night they woke up from nightmares of being tortured. It's just.. it's not just a nightmare. I've got the aches like mad lately. You'd think I'd have bruises, the way it feels like I'm really being touched. There's not a mark on me. Odd thing, though? I woke up with a nosebleed a few days ago after being socked in the face, in my dream. I can't concentrate much on anything because I can't stop thinkin about these stupid visions. I don't want to sleep. It's painful. But, I don't know if I should talk to Professor Gallagher about it or.. the nurse.. or anyone. I haven't even told James.
I wonder what Albus would say. He's always been really good about helping me figure my dreams out.
I don't think I can ask him.
While it's been a week now that I've been having these same nightmares, I'm just going to wait.. and hope they stop soon. I'm getting a bit paranoid that something bad might be happening to me.. or to someone else here.
Oh, and another funny thing? I keep waking up in different clothes than what I was wearing when I went to bed.. Got no idea.
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[20 Oct 2008|10:12pm] |
He'd been watching her there for a good five minutes before he came up with what he was going to do. This was payback for all the pranks that Rose had played on him. Hugo was determine to really get her. Rose sat at the kitchen table, a piece of parchment in front of her and a quill still resting in her limp fingers. She'd been ordered to write a letter to Lillian, her maternal grandmother. It took about two minutes before Rose's head hit the table and she dozed off. Not an ounce of ink to be found on the parchment, or even on the quill.
All of a sudden, an enormous crash could be heard, followed swiftly by a painful thud. Rose's body crumpled to the floor, her head cracking against the unforgiving cement. Blinking her eyes open, she groaned and looked around to see her younger brother giggling behind the chair he'd just torn from underneath her. "Mum!" Rose screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Hugo's eyes to go wide in terror just before he took off running. "Mum!" He screamed, tackling two stairs at a time. Unfortunately, Rose was faster. She tackled her brother to the floor at the top of the stairs, her arm moving around his neck as she pinned him down on his stomach. "Oh no you don't! You bloody little...!" She sat on his back and held his head to the ground, a smirk of revenge spreading across her lips. "You think you're sly." The younger boy pleaded from underneath, but it was only when their mother appeared that Rose got off of Hugo. It only one look from Hermione and Rose took off back down the stairs, and Hugo to his room.
Rose was sure to include in her letter just how much her brother gets away with under their mother's watch.
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