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[04 May 2009|09:44pm] |
PRIVATE.
I'm still having a difficult time accepting that I'll never see Anthony and Michael again. I'm used to waking up to them and having them see me as a wreck in the morning; eating breakfast; going to class; studying in the commons, and doing it all over again the next day. It was an easy routine. I won't pretend I was close to Anthony, and I don't even know if he liked me, but I know I will miss him, at least in some capacity. My unrequited crush on Michael died with him. I feel it even more without a shoulder to cry on aside from my father's, who is a janitor. Selfishly, I wish I had Padma.
I don't think I want to go back if they let us. What's to keep the next You-Know-Who from trying to kill school children? I prefer a television set to the wireless and roller skates to broomsticks.
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[03 May 2009|08:19pm] |
TERRY.
You
I have a sandwich. It's a big one.
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[02 May 2009|11:52am] |
PRIVATE.
Idiots.
Why didn't they just come home?
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[01 May 2009|06:34pm] |
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Harry Potter is supposedly saving the world, and I'm watching game shows with my father.
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[30 Apr 2009|08:30pm] |
PRIVATE.
I want to go home. I really don't need to be a witch, now do I? I'm losing sight of the advantages. My mother was doing rather well as a Muggle until she died, and really, I love that she didn't die at the hand of a wizard. It's like I get to spit on them. Life would be so much easier if my childish father hadn't sent me here.
Morag's betrayal came out of no where, and I'm wondering what I did to deserve it. But it's all right. I don't really need her, either, unless desperation kicks in one day. And it will not. Friends come and go, and I am completely fine with shoving her out the door with Padma.
I wish all of this were true.
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[24 Apr 2009|03:00am] |
MORAG.Michael, Terry and Seamus are alive. It's safe to assume the rest of them are as well, although I admittedly care much less about their well-being.
I was prepared to mourn again. Then again, I'm like a boy scout -- I feel like I'm always prepared.
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[24 Apr 2009|01:43am] |
WARDED TO MICHAEL AND TERRY.
Fuck the both of you.
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[24 Apr 2009|12:03am] |
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Fuck me.
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[17 Apr 2009|01:23pm] |
PRIVATE.It's Friday and I miss Padma. And Mandy. You know, how they/we used to be.
I hope Michael hasn't been killed.
Morag and I have a lot of fun.
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[13 Apr 2009|12:10am] |
MORAG.
Tortured Muggles on Easter. What more could I ask for on Resurrection Sunday? Padma doesn't want to see me hurt. It's not that I'm surprised, but why is she telling me this now? I was content with us not speaking and pretending the other doesn't exist. It was like a game.
How are you, my love? Today, I discovered that Stephen Cornfoot is handsomer than I previously realised; I believe he almost surpasses our beloved Michael Corner.
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[12 Apr 2009|03:33am] |
RAVENCLAWS.
I would like a peaceful Sunday.
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[08 Apr 2009|09:54pm] |
I don't know about you, but I love Muggles -- especially when they're locked in cages and put on display. At home, I am typically surrounded by a great number of them. All of different shapes and sizes. It's mindblowing, really. And it's too bad there weren't any to greet me during the holiday; I would have trapped some fresh myself. Everyone knows the best way to trap a Muggle is with free items of any variety.
I think the Carrows would have liked that. They would've liked me.
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[07 Apr 2009|07:32pm] |
WARDED TO MICHAEL.
I've nothing to give you.
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[05 Apr 2009|01:07am] |
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I almost forgot we have to go back.
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[03 Apr 2009|01:03am] |
How does one bribe one's father into spending their Friday evening elsewhere?
I already tried money.
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[31 Mar 2009|11:06pm] |
WARDED TO SU, MORAG, MICHAEL, TERRY AND STEPHEN.
I have alcohol and popcorn; I am extending an invitation for Friday night. Spread the word, if you like. Majorca is only a few drinks away.
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[30 Mar 2009|08:38pm] |
Home sweet home!
Thus far I've spent most of my time here hovering in front of the stove, cooking whatever food I can find. Today, I'm roasting pork. Tomorrow? We'll see! Once I step through the flaming gates of Hell for the very last time, my body shall have more than enough fat to feed off of. That will show them.
Living in a Muggle neighbourhood has both its advantages and disadvantages. One advantage is being away from it all; not having to hear about it. For once, I'm fine with blissful ignorance. I don't need anything more than that. I tried explaining my misadventures to my dad, but he's far too drunk and asleep to care right now. I don't blame him. And really, what could he do? He's but a half-blood.
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[06 Mar 2009|04:35am] |
I had a pet turtle when I was eight, and he loved me almost as much as he loved lettuce. I was a fat kid -- he met his end one evening when I accidentally sat on him.
It still hurts.
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[26 Feb 2009|10:47pm] |
MORAG AND SU.
Padma and I are officially no longer friends!
I shouldn't feel like crying.
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