I am clearly incapable of getting anything right, at least as far as my personal life goes.
It was not intentional. It was not meant to hurt. And I have no desire to speak any further on the subject, to either of you.
I think now, it is time for me to focus on the future. The future seems to hold far more for me than the present. All of my energy ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, Luna, Padma. I didn't mean to startle you. That spell is a bit old and sadly under used, though I suppose considering its destructive power I can understand why.
For the same reason I think I'd rather not teach it to you. It's dangerous, you understand, and I spent a great deal of time with the older books in the library learning it. I ( Read more... )

I nearly joined Miss Granger's silent reading club, but upon reflection I now realise that it was probably a good idea I stayed away. Nothing against certain portraits, mind.
I have, additionally, decided to stop bothering with my hair. It molds itself most alarmingly every morning, but I can't be bothered to make attempts to tame it anymore.

That was truly exhilarating.
However, now I can't seem to get the taste of spearmint out of my mouth, no matter how many Chocolate Frogs I eat.

I want it back.
Now.

Amazing what a single person can do, with enough of a following, isn't it? I'm not a fan of Quidditch but this was almost... inspiring. Congratulations to all the teams. You have what you wanted.
I wonder if it's possible to both lead and follow at once?

O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm,
Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
I am not a fan of brooms, or flying, but... I think I may miss her anyway.
I have returned home to prepare for the school year. I am tired, and uncertain, and... sad. Yes. ( Read more... )

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine,And he knew that ( Read more... )

Of late I have been finding most of my wisdom in poetry. William Blake, despite being Muggle, was a talented man. Most expressive; this piece, especially, seems relevant.
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we;
And mutual fear brings peace, Till the selfish loves increase; ( Read more... )

I cannot say that I have any express plans for the summer. I will be returning home, I think, where I will spend most of my time writing, contemplating the singularity of my existence, and possibly feeling sorry for myself when I'm in the mood for a bit of a change.
My sister Sarah turned eleven yesterday. I intend to wait until I'm home to give ( Read more... )