July 25nd, 1997: Post-Sixth YearI think I'm starting to get really tired of this flat in Ireland. I mean, I love my father, I like the summer and not having anywhere to be or anything to do, but I'm starting to feel trapped. I'm starting to feel like I'm more needed elsewhere ( Read more... )

July 22nd, 1997: Post-Sixth YearI want to tell myself that I should have known better. After all, I never would have given Terry Boot a second glance if the rumours and stories in the Slytherin dorms hadn't piqued my curiosity ( Read more... )

July 22nd, 1997: Post-Sixth YearFucking Knockturn Alley. I could blame it all on this street. As if the cobblestones breathed corruption, wafting up to my window, coming in the through the cracks and mingling with the pot smoke and dust on the floorboards ( Read more... )

or:
HOW TO COME OUT TO YOUR FATHER
OVER SCRAMBLED EGGS WITH TOAST
WITHOUT REALLY TRYING

July 20th, 1997: Post-Sixth Year

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July 7th, 1997: Post-Sixth Year

So here's the deal: Terry Boot, difficult as he can often be, sent a copy of the owl I sent him to Fred, with a note reading:

Dear Fred ( Read more... )

July 6th, 1997: Post-Sixth Year

( I hate visiting Terry. )

July 5th, 1997: Post-Sixth Year

( I got yet another irksome owl from Seamus a few days ago. )