Remnants
I realized the damage sustained to Ravenclaw Tower today. I hadn't fought here, but I guess a few of us were at the battlements and it did some damage. Nothing monumental or ground-altering but... a lot of the bits and pieces were quite askew. I know I came up here a couple of days after the battle, but I just realized how little I must have been paying attention. Or maybe how much of a daze I was in.
A lot of my belongings were scattered about, maybe even from scavengers. My favorite sweaters are missing. But I guess I can live without them. Best on the back of someone who needs them than my sense of posterity. Ha... but as I'm writing this, I found a few things to keep.
One's of a picture the first time I really met Ernie, a few days after the dueling disaster with Lockhart. Bloody hell, what a wanker he was. Ha... of course we knew of each other, being in the same year. But we didn't talk that first year. He tried to convince me that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin. Which was bollocks of course, but he tried to convince me. Admittedly he got me thinking- or maybe worried is a better word, since I'm not much different than a Muggleborn.
I found that stupid bloody picture of me trying to learn how to ice-skate that same year. Frozen lakes aren't the best choice for learning, that much I remember. Who tried to teach me... think it was Terry. That was a brilliant idea, really.
Ha... found a picture of Nott too. Must be from first year, which I figure would put it BEFORE first year, seeing as he was a wanker pretty much after that. I guess I need to let that go... I'll never see him again. He's probably off dead or living it up in some foreign country. Ha... at least they got that bastard he was with. The one he betrayed me for.
Fuck... fuck fuck, why do I feel bad now then? I've got to put him out of my head. All that is over with.
I hereby solemnly swear that Theodore Nott shall never again enter my thoughts...
A lot of my belongings were scattered about, maybe even from scavengers. My favorite sweaters are missing. But I guess I can live without them. Best on the back of someone who needs them than my sense of posterity. Ha... but as I'm writing this, I found a few things to keep.
One's of a picture the first time I really met Ernie, a few days after the dueling disaster with Lockhart. Bloody hell, what a wanker he was. Ha... of course we knew of each other, being in the same year. But we didn't talk that first year. He tried to convince me that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin. Which was bollocks of course, but he tried to convince me. Admittedly he got me thinking- or maybe worried is a better word, since I'm not much different than a Muggleborn.
I found that stupid bloody picture of me trying to learn how to ice-skate that same year. Frozen lakes aren't the best choice for learning, that much I remember. Who tried to teach me... think it was Terry. That was a brilliant idea, really.
Ha... found a picture of Nott too. Must be from first year, which I figure would put it BEFORE first year, seeing as he was a wanker pretty much after that. I guess I need to let that go... I'll never see him again. He's probably off dead or living it up in some foreign country. Ha... at least they got that bastard he was with. The one he betrayed me for.
Fuck... fuck fuck, why do I feel bad now then? I've got to put him out of my head. All that is over with.
I hereby solemnly swear that Theodore Nott shall never again enter my thoughts...