one.

[alwaysthestairs]

Huh, so that's where my journal went to. I didn't want to leave it here, so I went looking for it.

How did it get under the bed by itself, though? And inside a sock, too.

[Ink blots as she taps her quill on the parchment, thinking of what to write.]I’m Utena Tenjou, a fourth year Gryffindor. I missed a lot while my journal was hiding, didn't I?

Comments

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[magyar_nation]

I used to fight the new Transfiguration teacher when I was six.

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[alwaysthestairs]

[...what does one even say to that.]

Wow. Really?

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[magyar_nation]

Yeah. He used to bully me.

...he apparated into my room yesterday and we got into a fight.

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[alwaysthestairs]

That's just wrong! No one should be able to do that and get away with it.

Are you okay?

[sticktokicks]

I'm of age now!

How did you even get your journal inside a sock?

[alwaysthestairs]

Oh, awesome! What's it like?

I don't know. I think I was cleaning my room and put it in there so it'd be safe.

[sticktokicks]

It's great! Dueling practice whenever I want.

How'd it fit?

[alwaysthestairs]

That sounds like a good life! I can't wait to be seventeen, now.

I have no idea. It was a sock for soccer though, so maybe that's why?

[lolwizardgames]

Hey Utena! Look, look, I got a journal too!

And I know how to use filters now!

[alwaysthestairs]

So we don't have to keep telling you what all's going on, then? [Teasing, teasing.]

That's good. I still have problems with them.

[lolwizardgames]

Oi, oi, I wasn't that bad, was I?

They're not that hard! ...I can't show you right now, though, but it's pretty easy. You'll get it in no time.

[alwaysthestairs]

No, you weren't. I can't really say anything, since I lost it for the whole summer.

I hope so. Filters sound useful, though I don't really need them right now.