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October 26th, 1997
I had an awesome night last night. It was remarkable just letting go and having...fun. I'm making a note to do that more often ( Read more... ) -
October 25th, 1997
The library is a more interesting than most people tend to think. For example, I was sitting there helping Amy Abbott with her first year Charms when all of an I hear this loud explosion. My had went immediately to my bag, where I’ve been keeping a few things to…uh…test out…but realize I haven’t left any surprises lately, and why in the world ( Read more... ) -
October 21, 1997--Evening
I will never forget the look on the faces of that third year who caught wind of that Sneaking Stink Bomb today ( Read more... ) -
October 21st, 1997
I wish I never did it.
Professor Sprout found out.
She gave me a week’s detention.
And we have to work on “anger management”.
She’s making me keep a regular paper journal to “sort out my feelings.”
But at least I got a good night sleep last night.
Thanks for listening Luna.
I hate being a third wheel.
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October 15th
I caught them....kissing. Why did I have to catch them doing that? I'm not disgusted, just...well, a little surprised. And now I feel kind of, left out. Not with them, just in general. Oh well. I guess I'll go knit for a while. Or read. Or wander around. Whatever. -
October 13th. 10 am
I wish today was tomorrow. Then I wouldn't have time to think. Than again I've got an hour before Charms starts, then lunch, then Muggle Studies, the homework. I'm been trying to keep my mind going, and not taking too much time to think about...well, what happened the other day. And the truth is, I'm scared out of my mind. I feel so bad for ( Read more... ) -
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Oh. My. God. I got tickets. I got the tickets. I can't believe how calm I am about all of this. The Floo Fighters. In concert. In Dublin. Over Christmas break. And I'm going. Because I got tickets. I spent a good chunk of the money I made over the summer, and I sent it in early. And I got them. I'm so happy. I've got two. Yay ( Read more... ) -
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You know, outside of Tracy Davis' hair turing pink, nothing has been happening. It's kind of odd. Something is always going on here, it's almost unnerving. But I'm sure it'll pass. I've been buried under Muggle Studies homework lately. It's easy enough, especially coming from an all Muggle family. But six feet on "two modern convinces" like ( Read more... )