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Jul. 31st, 2007

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Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to... me...

Jul. 25th, 2007

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Left this behind. Now that I've opened it, I can't think of anything to say.

Private to Hermione/Ron/Ginny

Hermione, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can come live with you, after all. Let me know if you need money - I've got more than I know what to do with, and I did say I would help. I think it's best for all concerned if I stay where I am, at least for now. Also, I don't appreciate you telling Ginny things that I'm supposed to 'know' about already when you haven't said a word to me.

Jun. 28th, 2007

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I know you lot are probably wondering where I've gone (again), but the truth is, I've been studying (all right, Hermione?). It really doesn't help that I missed the last week or so of classes and don't really remember any of the month or so before that, but I think I'll be okay.

Moody's taking me to Australia on Saturday, for the two weeks of exams. Wish me luck?

Jun. 12th, 2007

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Well, here I am, for one night, anyway. Own bed, clean clothes. Food. If you don't eat properly for over a month, the leaving feast isn't really the best way to get started again, but I don't care. It's worth the stomach pain.

Enjoying that, Malfoy?

Taking NEWTs in July. In Germany, or somewhere. Professor McGonagall seemed pretty adamant about the whole thing, so I suppose I'd better, even if I'm technically a non-graduate ex-Hogwarts student and don't really have to listen.

Mar. 12th, 2007

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Private

Had totally weird encounter with Malfoy this week. Weird in the highly disturbing sense. As usual, though, I guess he's just blowing off steam by trying to get me riled up and suspicious. Too bad I don't have the time or energy for that stuff anymore.

It's like I've aged bloody eighty years. I can't breathe or see properly half the time and when I can I feel like I'm half-asleep. I hurt everywhere. I think I passed out at dinner, but no one noticed because I was all over the place anyway.

I will not moan like an old woman. Nonononono.

/Private

Big game coming up means lots of practice. The team is on the field a good deal of the time, and we're doing well. Ron came up with some really interesting new plays which have not been written down for security reasons and we're preparing for what is for three of us the last Hogwarts game ever.

NEWTs are HOMICIDAL.

Mar. 1st, 2007

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How long till the holidays? Somone?

{Private}

I've seriously fucked up now. I don't know how to fix anything.

{/Private}

Feb. 4th, 2007

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I should have known seventh year wouldn't be a simple case of doing NEWTs and getting the hell out.

In a vain attempt to soothe the rumour mill, I did not snog Malfoy (yuck) and I feel sorry for whoever did. My advice to said mystery boy is to run away and don't come back, or to simply give up because among other things, he's engaged, and I know what he does to people he supposedly likes that way. Don't go there.

To people who sneak around me in the library: don't think I can't see you. If you walk past me in plain sight I will not, contrary to apparently popular belief, jump out of my seat and curse you with unspeakable torments. And if I do, well, I can probably afford to be sued. So show yourselves, or I'll come after you to curse you with unspeakable torments. Or I would if I knew any.

To my friends... well, I'm sorry I'm not around much. To be honest I think it's best if I stay away from you for the most part, for reasons I'm sure you're aware of. I'm not fretting over you-know-what, because I went through every possible book on the subject and submitted my research to Dumbledore, who's going to do whatever he sees fit to get rid of the you-know-what, but not by himself because I was very firm on the subject. Nice to know he might actually have listened to me, for once. We have good leads on two other you-know-whats, also.

Jan. 22nd, 2007

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{Private}

Oh God. I didn't mean for this to happen. I just didn't want them to worry, none of them, but it was all just too much suddenly, just everything, and now it's a great ugly blur. I shouted at her, I remember shouting, but not what, or why, and then... blank. I guess I passed out. I didn't try and hit her, did I? Oh God, tell me I didn't touch her. I'm too afraid to ask her. she keeps looking at me like I might spontaneously combust.

I don't know how to deal with this. This time I guess I really am a headcase - if I told Pomfrey or Remus or Dumbledore (and I want to, god I want to) they'd cart me off to St. Mungo's.

I miss Sirius. And Neville, Merlin, I miss Neville. I never thought about it while he was here, but he was like this constant. That was always there. And now he's not, and it's been four months and it still hurts.

I don't know why I'm writing all this. I'm weak and pathetic and I've never felt this much of a waste of space. I guess it comes from hiding behind my curtains all evening. I even did all my homework to distract me. Didn't work.

{/Private}

Anyone know where I can get a timeturner?

Never mind.

Jan. 18th, 2007

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{Private}

If this is a stomach bug, it is the king of all stomach bugs. That's the second time I've thrown up today. Maybe I should go to the hospital wing. Mmmnnhh.

{/Private}

Ron, if I don't come to class today, I've gone to see Madam Pomfrey. Nothing's wrong, just feeling a bit queasy.

Jan. 17th, 2007

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Because 3 simultaneous threads are not enough

WHO: Harry and Ginny
WHERE: The library
WHAT: Studying. Really!
WHY: Well, some of us DO have exams coming up, you know.


Harry was quite literally an eighth of the way through his Transfiguration notes, and was staring folornly at the considerable pile still spread out before him. "This sucks," he muttered, poking at the parchment with his wand and considering a nice quick Evanesco charm.

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