Sometimes I just wish that, because of what I am being trained in, I could save everybody I want to, just like I know how to save hearts from dying and bones from snapping and skin from burning off. But I have to keep telling myself I can't, that there's nothing I can do just yet. It's very hard ( Read more... )

I feel rather lost.

And woozy.

But mostly lost.

If anyone could direct me to something remotely, er, sane, I'll hold your hand or something. Or perhaps not. I'll make eye contact with you. How about that.

Things have just been rather blurry, I suppose (and if one of you makes a crack about my drinking habits I will let a toad loose in your panties, ( Read more... )

These days, letters will get you nowhere. My hand is numb, my brain has frozen over. I've run out of words, and my mother still won't talk to me and my father's still on the loose and my sister's three months pregnant and telling me everything's okay and it's not right at all. We talked for two minutes through the fire and she said, 'Don't worry, ( Read more... )

They won't let me out of the fucking school. Over and over again I have tried to explain that I am eighteen, and quite capable of taking care of myself in a fragile area, but no. No-one will let me out. No-one will let anyone out. And I suppose it's best for the young'uns, but I need to get out because I need to vist my mother because my father--

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I am back.

In Hogwarts.

It's bloody disquieting, to say in the least. One day I'm tossing bottles of wine at Daphne in the flat and hiding from everybody at the Zabini wedding; the next I'm on a train in a 'special compartment' reserved for Advanced Learning Students (but we might as well have the plague). They've given me a room in the dungeons as ( Read more... )

Dear Ms. Parkinson,

Welcome back to Hogwarts for another year of learning! Extended instruction, or Advanced Learning, is provided solely for your own benefit as you seek to venture out into the vast world of careers. According to our records, you have chosen to apply for the pre-medical training course, which will be held during the regular school ( Read more... )

Dear Pansy,

Cheers. All right? I haven't been around lately so I wouldn't know. And that, incidentally, is the subject of why I am writing you. I mean--that I haven't been around lately, that is. I think you know what's coming--you're a smart girl, Pans, you really are--and I'd like to say first off that if you feel like putting my picture up on the ( Read more... )

To the people reading this ( Read more... )

I want--no, I need--to get out of this bloody house.

I am not going to list my complaints, because that would take an extreme amount of time that I surely don't have. Neither do I want to sound whiny or bitchy. I am just going to take a deep breath through my nose, let it out through my mouth, pack the first things I touch, break down some wards, ( Read more... )

Isn't this great? Everyone hates me. Never in my life have I ever felt so unwanted. It makes me want to sing with glee from the tops of mountains!

Oh, I love sarcasm. Who needs coffee?

I don't know why our school has to spread information like the speed of light--what, are we going to win some sort of medal?--but fuck you all, who're giving me ( Read more... )