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Despite the frantic pace of this month it seems unwilling to end. Perhaps it's all this vigilance of the constant kind. How could it be possible to enjoy the passing of time, when one has to be aware of every second?

Why won't this June end? I want it to be summer already. I quite like it here, but I would love to be able to go home, and open the ( Read more... )

Kirley. Can you meet me somewhere?

Once upon a time I had morals. I had a sense of decency and maturity. Now I have a collection of marbles, a blowgun and a paper hat.

The end.

There's certainly a law against detention being nice, but you'll hear no objections from me. For a few days I helped Madam Pomfrey reorganise her books after what happened last week, and that was quite nice ( Read more... )

I saw nothing. There are no diagrams, and I did not hear Frank and James discussing them, or Sirius giving Peter that speech. Nor do my ears blush, no matter what you might hear. I will deny everything.

Got an owl from dad today; he wrote he'd gotten me something called 'roller skates' for summer. I'm not sure what to think of that.

Oh, good grief. I think need some time alone.

It's always the same after holidays, isn't it? One thinks that regular school can't start yet, no, not yet, I've not had time to get used to the idea of it again, give me one more day. But school waits for no one, I suppose, so homework it is ( Read more... )

While your enthusiasm is both endearing and touching, should I once again attempt to collapse in my bed only to find dozens and dozens of shiny-papered catalogues advertising curtains, flatware, and furnishings, you would do well to be informed that you shall be utilizing these things alone.

Regards, R. J. Lupin.

Is it nearly Easter already?

Goodness.

Then that means the summer is not far off, and another year will be over.

A whole year, indeed.