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Prefect Patrol

October 22nd, 2007 (08:51 pm)
contemplative

current location: Hogwarts, the halls
current mood: contemplative
current sound: my thoughts

Prefect duties, it’s as boring as it sounds. You roam the halls of Hogwarts looking for people out after curfew, and report them. Follow set procedures handed to you in meetings, all of this goes with your badge. I’ve done this for a year and a half now, and during the time I’ve learned I never want to be a part of Magical Law Enforcement.

It’s not only boring, it’s useless. Rules are set by some majority consent, and then people break those rules. This is just how life is. No exceptions. The biggest problem with all of this, everything, is just what this represents for me.

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A Day of Idiots, Bats, Money and Little Moments

September 10th, 2007 (09:53 pm)
content

current location: Hogwarts, Kitchen
current mood: content
current sound: House Elves Bustling About

Parents kicked me out, my house mates hate me, the one good thing I have going for me anymore sleeps in the opposite part of the castle as me and only have the sporadic class together. I've got to start eating at the Gryffindor table.

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A Night in Birmingham

August 25th, 2007 (10:41 pm)
confused

current location: Guest Room at Nat's
current mood: confused
current sound: my thoughts

“MUM! HAVE YOU SEEN MY PINK TOP?”
 
I only tense up a second. I’ll never get used to the yelling. Especially without repercussion. Especially when it’s Nat doing the yelling at her parents.
 
But her mum just yells back, “IT’S IN THE WASH.”
 
No malice, or cursing, or any future promise of pain or degradation.
 
Just what I always thought normal should be.
 
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Trying to Find Home

August 11th, 2007 (12:19 am)
exhausted

current location: The Guest Room
current mood: exhausted
current sound: A soft lullaby

When I got home last night, I was met at the door. Trunk in hand, my mother was there. She greeted me with six words.

“I will deal with you tomorrow.”

And with that, she went to bed.

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Finding Solace in Ink

August 5th, 2007 (03:34 pm)
sick

current location: 3rd floor bedroom of The Baddock House
current mood: hurt
current sound: My own still ragged breathing

With a shaky hand I grab my quill. I dip it into the ink bottle, but my arm gives a more violent shudder and I tip the bottle over.

With a curse I set it back up and clean up the mess. I redip my nib and let my hand hover over the parchment.

With a sigh that makes my free arm clutch my midsection, I write down the only name connected to the only face that I wish I could see right now.

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