Trite to say how I've thought of writing this ( Read more... )

( Owl to Demise )

I know there are certain people out there that would like to think I've got a lot to say on this matter, and maybe I do. Fact is, my girlfriend has more interest in destroying someone's life, than building one with me. She's got her mind focused, and set, on destroying the life of Star Ruet for destroying the life of our child ... Frankly, I see ( Read more... )

This is no place. This is no longer a place of safety nor peace. This is no longer a place of respect and dignity, growth or learning. It is just as those above us wish it to be, and nothing more. Perhaps once there would have been a time when trust could be placed in those that take care of us, but that is no more. Perhaps this was once a ( Read more... )

The well is the least of my concerns at the moment, yet the only thing I feel like writing about. I feel as if I need to write about something because my soul is just aching to share and vent. Writing will ease the aches of this wearied spirit. Honestly, there should be a sarcasm button on these muggle computers.Nothing. The well didn't do a thing ( Read more... )

One more year of potential social embarrassments. One more year of silly work I've done before. One more year to spend within the company of my beloved Slytherins. One more year of drama queens and vengeful schemes. Oooh, look at the poet who didn't even know it. Just by that I can already tell this 8th year of schooling is bent on improving me ( Read more... )

It really was a soft-shoe sort of event, although many tapped their way through the night with a fervor of flashy attention. Arriving late, thankfully, we missed the first few numbers, and then watched the crowd dwindle away until the last few remaining performers gave their final performances of the school year, and bowed out, none to gracefully ( Read more... )

That was ... odd. New experience for me, didn't much care for it at all. In fact, what the fuck? They're late, they arrive, they're bordering impossible. Highly aware I'm not the only one feeling off-center ( Read more... )

I don't understand your actions half so well as I would like to, but what am I to do? Consistent only in being fickle. Should have your pattern down by now, but I imagine I'm finding it too fun and spontaneous to pay too much attention to figuring it all out. I just may let you have at it for as long as if you wish, continue with the back and ( Read more... )

The common propensity (if such a thing) of the students is to act tough. Not be tough, not be strong, but only to act it, regularly, and in any given situation. This, I figure, is something that comes with age, as not many of the younger students live by it. I suppose growing up in a school (living) and spending the better part of ones life ( Read more... )