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[April 29 2009 / 11:38pm] |
[Warded to Hufflepuffs]
Hi. Mona and I are having another picnic this summer. Do you all want to come? We can all bring different food, then we'll have a lot to choose from.
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[April 22 2009 / 10:21pm] |
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Is eating people healthy? Is a certain part healthier than the others?
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[April 11 2009 / 07:58pm] |
[Private to self]
It's all so confusing. I can't tell if it's getting better or if it's getting worse. Sometimes it seems like it's getting better, but I think that's just because Easter was so nice and my brain wants to focus on that. Or something. I don't know. It's nice that my brain wants to try and comfort me, though. If things get worse, it won't be able to comfort me anymore, though. Actually. If things get worse, I don't know what would even happen. I mean, I'm sure it would be pretty bad. I haven't managed to correctly do one thing that the Carrows asked in Dark Arts. Not that they're the best teachers ever. I dunno, they're actually rubbish. Worse than McGonagall, and I know for a fact that she doesn't like me much, especially after I almost turned myself into a bowl of pudding in second year. At least I would have been able to eat myself. Or could have, if I were chocolate and not vanilla.
Yeah. So I don't know what I will do if things get worse. Fleeing seems easy. Fighting seems difficult. Or maybe fleeing is actually difficult and fighting is easy. Or maybe they're just the same. I don't know. But I do want pudding now.
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[April 07 2009 / 02:39pm] |
[Private to Grayson Rosier]
Erm, one question. Was that intentional? Or, you know, an accident?
That might be two questions. Sorry.
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[March 27 2009 / 01:50am] |
[Private to Mona Quirke]
Hi. I was wondering, do you want to come over this holiday? I know where there is a lake. I think it's a lake. It could be a pond. Or is that the same thing? Unless it's just a really big puddle, but it's been there for quite some time and it hasn't dried up yet. Perhaps we could look for ducks? I sort of know how to make a sandwich, so we could see what kind they like best.
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[March 22 2009 / 03:55pm] |
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I was hoping that the Forbidden Forest would glow in the dark.
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[March 19 2009 / 03:13pm] |
[Private to Mona Quirke]
Hi, Mona. Are you alright? I know it's only been a few days, but I was hoping that you were starting to feel better. And if not, maybe you can come back up to my dormitory and we can make up stories for our ducks. I think I had a strange dream about ducks last night, but they were polka-dotted and looked a bit like rats. They wanted sweets but I didn't have any to give them. Do rats really like sweets? Or do ducks?
At least I'm not dreaming about Dark A
I dunno. Anyway. I was just wondering.
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[February 25 2009 / 02:05am] |
[Private to Zacharias Smith]
Hi, Zacharias. I was just wondering if you're alright? You seem a little...I dunno, different. It's hard to tell if you're really sad or really annoyed, but if you're annoyed I hope it's not with me. And if you're sad...do you need a hug? Or something like that, I don't really have much to offer. It's hard to really offer anything when the Carrows don't give us much to go off. My nose finally stopped hurting, by the way. It's just numb. I don't really know what the means, but I suppose it's better to have it feel numb than to hurt.
Anyway. I just thought I'd ask.
Do you want some of the socks Agnes and I are making?
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[February 20 2009 / 04:16am] |
[Private to Portia]
I'm really sorry about your Jarvey.
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[February 13 2009 / 12:26am] |
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What does it mean to be someone's valentine, exactly?
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[February 07 2009 / 02:21am] |
I am trying to figure out if it's easier to sit around and wait for someone to appear or if it's easier to just preoccupy yourself somewhere else without knowing what is going on. Not that I generally know what's going on. Like with Crab I do like the fire in the common room, though. And Portia is good company.
I dunno what to say about the spiders. I mean. They are spiders, right? Just spiders. But they are still spiders. Alive. Spiders. Eight legs. Er, six legs?
Sometimes my nose gets really numb. Is it possible for a nose to simply...fall off? Like, literally? And leave a big hole on my face?
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