Ahh, the weekend. Wow, I have been so caught up in my work lately. I really ought to take a break, but it's probably miserable outside, knowing the weather lately, so I dug up this old thing. And, hey, is it just me, or has there been a noticeable rise in tension at Hogwarts? ...well, I mean, it's actually probably just that I'd forgotten what it ( Read more... )

It feels good to get back into the routine. I thought my brain was going to go numb back home, even with all the books. I can't believe it's seventh year. I can apparate, I can legally move out of home, I only have this year left before I'm out in the wide world on my own. I really have to decide what I'm going to do after school.

[Private[]I am ( Read more... )

Believe it or not, I found this journal while packing for Hogwarts! How's that for a laugh! Anyway, I won't write again until I'm there, because it's going in my suitcase. Organisation is important ( Read more... )

Well, I've been practicing and I think I'm ready. I'm going for my apparating test on Monday. Not entirely sure what the procedure actually is, but it shouldn't be difficult.

In other news, Freud was a sick, sick bastard.

Hm, it has been a while since I last wrote, hasn't it? I guess there's really not much to be said. Dad and I have an unsteady truce which doesn't require much conversation but gets things dne, he's stayed off the drink, I've been lazing around reading and drinking tea and if it wasn't for ballet I'd be getting really, really fat and the neighbors ( Read more... )

[Private] I wandered around Diagon Alley a bit after everyone had left... there was various talk of people going over to other people's houses, but I said my dad wanted me home in an hour and I'd just hang out in Diagon Alley and look at robes and things. Everyone accepted my cupboard door story, but parents would have been... difficult ( Read more... )

Why is he so... withdrawn? He's getting back to normal, i swear, but... it's like I'm not here. What, do I remind him of her? Does he blame me for losing her? He can't be that upset about our little... argument... I mean... well, I guess the turth is he can. Some people just don't like hearing the truth. It's... sad, I guess.

He'll snap out of it

Damn, went too far. And I know it was just a coping mechanism, too, so it was probably a bit cruel to do that, but by god some people just don't get it. This is all my fathers fault. He didn't have to marry a Muggle and father a mudblood, but having done so the least he could do was revise his opinions. And maybe he did, when he first married her. ( Read more... )

Hm, I think dad's recovering. My earlier angst may have been unwarranted. I guess it was just, once he got into the drink... I was worried, he's never gone on a bender before. And he was nothing more than angry when mother first left... I guess it must have hit him suddenly ( Read more... )

Hm, who knew spaghetti could be so aggressive? And the day before laundry day, too - I was wearing my one clean outfit. So I'm sitting here wrapped in my dad's one clean towel (I didn't even know he HAD paisely) waiting for the spin-cycle (note to those alienated from the muggle world - the washing machine is an extremely useful but slightly evil ( Read more... )