| 1 November 1977 |
[
01.02.2012 @ 1:52am] |
[Warded to Self]
I should be asleep. Five hours until my Herbology practical, and I can't turn my brain off long enough to get any rest. I need to force myself to stop reading his journal. That's the only potential fix.
On top of it all, this worry about Robbie and Mr. Dawson isn't helping any. I feel so disconnected from Lu and Ter, which I know is entirely on me as well. If nothing else at least my owl to Will seemed to help. He's amazing at keeping face though, so there's truly no telling.
Someone stop the world and let me off.
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Lucas]
I'm truly sorry about leaving the masquerade a little bit premature. Thanks for understanding. And not asking any questions.
[/End Ward]
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| 23 October 1977 |
[
23.01.2012 @ 11:40pm] |
[Warded to Self]
It has been two days now. I thought things were meant to get better with time. Why do I still feel like this?
I'm such a horrible person. I shouldn't have forced him to talk to me. I know better than that. Now I don't have the foggiest why I felt like I could fix anything to begin with. What help am I? What help have I ever been? The best weapon in my arsenal is to provide a decent distraction from life. That's all I can do, and I failed him this time. I failed miserably.
This wasn't how things were meant to be, and for once I'm left with more questions than answers. I wish I could take it all back. I wish an apology could bring things back to the way they were before, before I knew. My knowing has done nothing for him. I've only upset him more. All I have left to show for it is a lot more time to myself.
This is exactly why I can never tell him how I feel. It would only add to his chaos. He doesn't need that. He doesn't need me.
Once again, top notch job, Tabitha Smith. And you wonder why you don't have more friends.
[/End Ward]
Anyone missing a ginger cat?
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| 22 October 1977 |
[
21.01.2012 @ 11:39pm] |
[Warded to Self]
The illegitimate child nonsense I can take. That bit with Aidan?
Please excuse me while I fling myself off the Astronomy Tower.
[/End Ward]
I hate Sundays.
|
| 21 October 1977 |
[
21.01.2012 @ 12:12pm] |
Can't wait for the Gryffindor-Slytherin match today. Best of luck to both teams playing. I'm sure you'll give us quite a show.
No hard feelings toward Gryffindor, but I'll be decked out in green for this one.
[Warded to Aidan]
Thank you for the paper. That was... something.
I just w
Be seeing you.
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Self]
Hogport. It's a rather peculiar piece of work. I wonder how it came to be. I rather doubt former Minister Nobby Leech had his hand in this, but whoever did must be in the know to some degree. Some of those events reported completely surprised me.
How is it the Prophet failed to mention the arson at that Wiltshire adoption centre? The more important question is why they chose to opt out of sharing this news with the general public.
Then there's Michael Thacker. How is it we've heard nothing on him? It's a bit unnerving to think you're walking around the same common room as someone who was recently reported missing. He's not all that much older than me. Why wouldn't the Prophet report something like that? While inexcusable, it's one thing entirely to leave out purely muggle-based news. Our media is so slanted anyway. However, completely failing to mention the concerns of a family whose muggleborn son went missing? Everyone knows the first 24-48 hours are the most crucial in a missing person's case. They pretty much guaranteed he won't be returned safely to his family by failing to clue us in on this.
I'm not so naive as to assume the Ministry doesn't participate in shady work, but the fact Ruddock's son-in-law is now the Head Auror takes the cake.
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Terry]
I haven't gotten a chance to speak to you since receiving the news, but have you seen that rather interesting newspaper circulating around Hogwarts yet? The creators made a special point to mention you.
[/End Ward]
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| 17 October 1977 |
[
17.01.2012 @ 9:20pm] |
I'm sorry to have missed the storytelling session in the library last evening. I heard there was a pretty good turnout. Did the Fat Friar tell the story about how he nearly got removed from his religious order for playing poker with the saint prayer cards? He is something else!
Thank you again to everyone who came to visit me in the hospital wing last weekend. It was comforting to see so many friendly faces. To those of you who wrote me, you kept me pleasantly occupied while the others were at Hogsmeade. Cheers again. I hope everyone had a brilliant time shopping for the ball and just getting out of the castle in general.
Hufflepuff, cheers for the game. Still can't quite remember everything, but from the sounds of it, you lot kept us on our toes. Some of us more than others. No hard feelings for the whole 'knocking Tabs out cold' thing. It could have happened to anyone really, and I'm sure our Beaters would have done the same. Well, I am happy to announce the headache is somewhat manageable at this point. I would love the bruising to go down a bit, but I can't really complain apart from that.
[Warded to Self]
How do I even begin to apologise to the school nurse for all the horrid things I said? I don't know what I was even thinking when I threw that ice pack at her. Clearly I wasn't. I swear I'm not like this. I hope she knows that.
My fingers are crossed hoping the chocolates and lofty 'thank you' note is a good start...
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Ravenclaw Quidditch Team]
Sorry to say I won't be allowed to fly for practise tomorrow. Madam Pomfrey refuses to clear me to get back on a broom until all the swelling and bruising has subsided. Don't worry. I'll still turn up to watch from the stands and help with all the gear.
Don't let the loss keep you down. The Eagles aren't finished yet. At least we made better work out of the match than the Lions did theirs. We're just behind the Badgers. Chins up, you.
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Terry & Lucy]
How was Hogsmeade?
[/End Wards]
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| 12 October 1977 |
[
12.01.2012 @ 11:05pm] |
Friggatriskaidekaphobia.
Have any clue what that is? It's the fear of Friday the 13th. To those of you who haven't looked into the superstitions surrounding the date before, listen up. Lend your ears! ... Or your eyes. Whichever.
The practise of numerology upholds 12 to be a number of completion. There are twelve months in a year and twelve hours on a muggle clock. I could get into the details more, but long story incredibly short, many believe 13 to be unnatural and unlucky because it upsets the balance that is 12. Curious, huh?
So where did the Friday superstition derive from? Way back when, muggles considered Fridays to be rotten luck as well. Any relationship that began on Friday, any journey one pursued on Friday, it was believed to be cursed from the moment of conception. There are many hypotheses regarding why, but Christians used to uphold it was associated with the fact Jesus was crucified on a Friday, at least according to church tradition. Other muggles believe it dates back to the Black Friday stock market crash in the 1800s. No matter how you slice it, Fridays have a stigma.
It's quite unfortunate really. I look forward to my Fridays. There is only one foreseeable downfall to this Friday the 13th: a mandatory Prefect Workshop that night. It wouldn't be near so bad if not for the fact I have a Quidditch match the next day.
Here's hoping this Friday the 13th doesn't come back to bite me. I've never been one for superstitions, and I'd hate to start now.
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| 3 October 1977 |
[
03.01.2012 @ 11:08pm] |
[Warded to Self]
Why am I not even remotely surprised? The Ministry would sooner off a person for having an original thought than promote such behaviour. What a fantastic way to start off the morning.
I'm not going to apologise. Not this time.
[/End Ward]
[Warded to Terry]
I suppose you're rubbing off on me.
[/End Ward]
I definitely wasn't prepared for all this rain. Now I have to rewrite my History of Magic paper. From the looks of it I might have to miss out on Charms Club this evening... What a depressing afternoon.
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| 2 October 1977 |
[
02.01.2012 @ 2:15pm] |
I realise a lot of people are concerned about the release of Luca Guidice, but I offer to you it only makes sense he was pardoned. It is foolish to detain a man for so long with little evidence to support it. He should have been returned to his family five days ago, but what do I know?
[WARDED TO HOGWARTS STUDENTS]
Any of you who have chosen to participate in the truth or dare game, I would like to propose you keep your more risque comments under ward. The faculty can access these journals just as easily as the next fella otherwise. Of course you aren't required to pay me any mind, but if you choose to stay the path just be prepared to face the consequences.
On another note, I suggest any of you with plants in Greenhouse 2 pay a visit to them in the near future if you haven't done so since last night. Someone was so insufferable bold as to release knarls on the herbs. We were not able to apprehend them in time to spare all the projects. For those of you with injured plants, not all hope is lost. I have it on good authority Professor Sprout is willing to work out a solution for those whose plants were targeted.
[/END WARD]
( Warded to Self )
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