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[25 Oct 2005|07:35pm]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

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He laughed.

It isn't that bad, is it?

[03 Sep 2005|09:30am]
[ mood | sick ]

Well, I made it to Hogwarts.

Now I doubt if I'll be staying much longer, after what happened.

This is completely ridiculous. A great school is becoming a mockery.

I need to write a letter to my parents, now.

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[31 Aug 2005|10:00pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

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Mum's been asking about Dean a lot lately. I don't understand. She keeps calling him Thomas, and I don't think she realizes that it's his last name.

The new term starts soon. I wonder if I'll be going back.

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[01 Aug 2005|10:42am]
[ mood | contemplative ]

While going back to school next year still seems out of the question, I've managed to talk my parents into letting me come to the service today. They're being as mental as ever about it, though, reading Headmaster Dumbledore's letter over and over again. Asking me all of these questions.

I am a bit nervous about it, though. The service itself, that is. Part of me wants not to go because I just don't really want to think about Professor Sprout or Anthony.

At least I'll be able to walk around, now that my bones have regrown. I suppose that's the feeble 'bright side' I've come up with.

I hope to see everybody there...

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[26 Jul 2005|11:29pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

I've returned home now, on my parents' behalf. If things were up to me, I'd still be at the school. I don't think they understand that getting over all of this would be much easier around people who went through the same thing. Somehow, they think that an ordinary wizarding home is safer than Hogwarts. Especially after what happened.

They don't even want me to return next year. Something about going back to Durmstrang.

I can't really walk around very well. The past few days I've just been sitting on my bed, staring at the same cornfield. Madam Pomfrey said that my bones weren't even supposed to regrow at all, but the curse somehow either halfway missed, or they didn't finish the incantation. But it seems ballet is out of the question this year. I guess I should be thankful I'll eventually be able to walk.

I miss Professor Sprout.

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[09 Jul 2005|01:41pm]
I can't feel my legs.
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[27 Jun 2005|03:57pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I think I did all right on my Herbology exam. I think Professor Sprout mentioned extra credit for the garden, earlier in the year, but I'm not sure. I hope so.

Good luck to everyone!

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[07 Jun 2005|08:50am]
[ mood | energetic ]

I really am excited for this seance, now! A break from studying would be fantastic. I've got ink stains on all of my clothes, but a quick charm will get rid of that. I'm feeling very optimistic today.

Is anyone bringing anything to the seance?

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[24 May 2005|09:29am]
[ mood | oddly calm ]

I've received my photographs from this year's dance class, and one other. I wish I could've taken the spring classes, but there was too much schoolwork. Perhaps next year.

Please pardon the stage makeup.Collapse )

I think that's actually a bad example of Demetrius Lafayette's School of Dance.... Our costumes weren't as prim as they usually are, as we went for a more modern theme this year. I suppose we look a bit unprofessional, as quite a few people turned their noses at our performance. Just putting in the disclaimer.

Is anyone particularly skilled in Astronomy? And are you willing to help? I'm having a bit of trouble. Actually, failing miserably would be more suitable.

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[24 May 2005|08:39am]
[ mood | distressed ]

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I really should not be thinking of things like this, especially before exams. I should just give it back and quit blubbering and trembling every time we speak and worry about things that really matter. I should just stop being a nervous twit.

I feel sick.

[27 Apr 2005|04:14pm]
[ mood | distressed ]

I hate it that I'm complaining all of the time.


I've been nothing but a student for so long; I can't think of the last time I had a conversation with anyone aside from homework questions.

On a lighter note, I believe that Suit of Armor has stopped.... Well. Maybe it doesn't recognize me because of my hair. It did often write a lot about "spiralling locks." Perhaps it doesn't like the way I look now. Fine with me.

I wish I could concentrate on my work. I wish I could stop myself from speaking to him. He's just being an oblivious distraction. That's it, a distraction.

[17 Apr 2005|06:48pm]
[ mood | terrified! ]

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I don't believe this.

I've found out who those love letters were from. I finally looked up that spell that Hermione told me, and now I'm sort of wishing I hadn't.

The letters have stopped coming, though. I think. I hope. Please, Merlin.

It was that bloody suit of armour. I knew it was following me! How did he get in to the Ravenclaw tower? How'd he get the password? Maybe he snuck in after someone came in. Oh, Merlin. I didn't even know that the suits of armor could walk, let alone think and write.... This is all very strange.

Part of me wants to ask a professor if they know anything about whose suit it was. [Does this mean it's a ghost?] I'm sure the only person who will is Dumbledore. But he's probably very busy... that and I'm making excuses.

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[28 Mar 2005|02:47pm]
[ mood | hopeful ]

So while the common room was empty today I took out my Pointe shoes and did a bit of practising. A second year walked in and stood there for Merlin knows how long before I finally realized. It was rather embarrassing.

Well. The plant in the greenhouse that ate my robes? (Thank you ever so much for letting me borrow some, Lisa. My mum's finally sent mine) I was helping Professor Sprout feed her cannibalistic flower-eating plants, and that horrendous thing was sitting in the corner. And I accidentally knocked over a flower pot. I left my wand in the dormitories, so I lean over to clean it up. When I bent over, the flower bit my hair.

Thank Merlin it didn't rip it out, because its horrid little teeth were too sharp and it just cut. But I had a few inches left at the top of my head. So I just thought that I'd have to cut it all off. So my hair is...shorter, to say the least. I suppose I don't mind. It's a change, after all.

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[27 Mar 2005|06:20pm]
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Please, just stop fighting, just stop, everyone, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, she's dead, stop, stop.

[25 Mar 2005|01:03pm]
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I'm still very shaken up. I didn't know Daphne. She was in Slytherin, so of course I was ignorant and went with the belief that they're all horrid. That doesn't mean she deserved to die.

I feel like I'm being melodramatic. I didn't even know her. But I still feel so terrible.

[18 Mar 2005|04:29pm]
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And now for a pity-fest.

I was rather surprised by Dean's comment about Muggle Studies, and I'm ashamed of myself for it. I suppose I was going under the assumption that all he cares about is girls and... well, girls. Though he can project that image sometimes. I didn't know that he was so--passionate isn't a good word--ardent about things other than the typical teenage scene. Maybe it's because his parents are Muggles. Either way, I feel guilty for thinking that.

There needs to be a change, soon. I'm so tired of... people in general. They don't tease me, really. Sometimes, but it's not a hobby--though whoever is leaving those false love notes and flowers is going to be severly dealt with. I keep telling myself it's because I'm so boring and won't do anything "fun." I spend all my time up in the bloody common room or in the library trying to keep up with school work. At least I tell myself that's all it is. It could be the fact that I cannot handle myself in social situations whatsoever, and turn things awkward for anyone near.

Something drastic needs to happen.


[18 Mar 2005|04:16pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I found more flowers on my bed, as well as some sort of long, red feather. This poem was lying there too.

Come back to me, who wait and watch for you:
Or come not yet, for it is ver then.
And long it is before you come again,
so far between my pleasures are and few.
While, when you come not, what I do I do
thinking, "Now when she comes," my sweetest "when:"
For one woman is my world of all the women
this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
because the pang of parting comes so soon'
my hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
between the heavenly days on which we meet:
ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
when life was sweet because you called them sweet?

Whoever is doing this, it is not funny any more. You have had your laugh, so please stop.
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[14 Mar 2005|07:57pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

I don't know Lucius Malfoy personally, but what I've heard of him isn't fantastic.

I seem to have forgotten how to do simple ballet.

Mitsie is still mad at me.

Small bouquets of flowers keep appearing on my bed.

I keep breaking strings on my violin and it's becoming immune to reparo.

Grades are slipping.

I'm still frightened about that episode with the suit of armor.

Pettigrew's somehow managed to escape.

I was almost devoured by a gigantic flower while helping Professor Sprout. It ate my robes.

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[01 Mar 2005|06:13pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Mitsie carried some sort of dead lake creature under my bed the night before. I don't even know what it was. It looks like a cross breed of something. Part of me wants to ask Hagrid, but I've already disposed of it. Mitsie was certainly pleased with herself. I apologize to the sixth year Ravenclaw girls for the smell. I took away her little ball of cat nip. She is being punished.

Quidditch match coming up; huzzah for Ravenclaw.

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[17 Feb 2005|05:33pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Happy belated Valentine's Day.

And to whomever wrote that horrid valentine: I'm sure that nearly everybody has forgotten about that incident. It happened in our first year. It is no longer funny.

I would do anything for these. Odette's Pointe shoes from Swan Lake.

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