I hate it that I'm complaining all of the time ( Read more... )

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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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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Please, just stop fighting, just stop, everyone, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, she's dead, stop, stop.

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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.

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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 ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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 reparoGrades are slipping ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

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.