Young Love Is Ruthless, So Learn To Fly.

Ugh. Is there some way to reconfigure my genetics so I can, you know, have an immune system to speak of? Or can I just die already and stop this half-assed nonsense my body has going on...

[Private to Thomas]
Hey, Thomas?
[/Private]

So, ah... hm.

I kind of forgot to celebrate Chinese New Year, but that's really more of a family tradition for me than anything else. And seeing as how I was at school during it, it excuses me from another year of strange relatives and even stranger meals that I'm not entirely sure I can fully identify the contents of.

[Private to Thomas]
So... you busy Thursday night?

I've been horribly ill the past while, and I'm just now getting better. It seems as though once every year I manage to catch some variant of the plague which completely disables me from anywhere from one week to almost two weeks.

Hopefully this will be the only plague of its kind this year, because let me tell you, I don't enjoy being partially dead. Would anyone who has any classes with me mind catching me up a bit? Or, on second thought, anybody want to come bring me some hot tea and keep me company since I'm no longer contagious and disgusting?

((written with a very thick stroke))

WAKE UP

((written normally))

I'm going on a run. Too much on my mind and too much to say. Come with if you want, I don't care.

Sometimes I wonder if there's a way to contact yourself in the next life. It's a big idea to wrap your head around, but I really want to know if there's some way to--I don't know how to explain it really. Maybe you write a note and stick it in a bottle, throw it out to sea, and somehow after you die and come back, it is drawn to you and you alone and you are the only one capable of understanding what's written and then suddenly you remember writing it in a previous life and then the world and everything in it makes sense?

Tell me if I'm getting too ahead of myself here. I'm like a train that can't be stopped!

Of course, with magic, you can leave momentos and other such things of yourself around for others... but that's not really what I'm wondering about! Maybe I should actually focus on some slightly more significant things... but that's not what weekends were made for! Weekends were made for staying up too late and listening to music too loud and spending too much time wasting time with the people you care about. Right? Right!

I have managed to pick out Lavendar's Christmas present... But shhh, you can't know until Christmas, Lav! I hope you'll like it. It really made me think of you!

It's late, but I want some company. I might head down to the Common Room later...meet me there if you dare!

I have no idea what to get anybody for Christmas.

What do you people want?!

Just so everybody knows, I can't be trusted in kitchens unless you want to end up with baked goods that may or may not become slightly alive. I tried to make a cake once and I swear I saw pieces of it climbing up the walls. It was kind of frightening, actually. So for everybody's safety, I recommend not asking me to go within 20 feet of a kitchen in order to procure your gift.

[Hexed extremely private to any student who is anti-Voldemort.]

Thursday. 11:30pm. Fourth floor corridor, third class on the left Seventh floor, across from the trolls in tutus tapestry. I want to talk with you at length about an important topic. Take as many precautions as you can in coming; it is of extreme importance that this remain clandestine.

[/Hexed private.]


When I was really little, my father's friend told me that the day changes over when I went to sleep. I was having a really good day, one day, so I decided to not go to sleep so that I could live it out forever. The next morning I was very upset with my father's friend, until I figured out that this friend hadn't been serious. Sometimes, I'm still the little girl who likes to think that good days can last forever.

What is something that you remember from your childhood?

‎“History is much like an endless waltz. The three beats of war, peace, and revolution continue on ‎forever.”

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Today I jumped in a pile of leaves. It would have been more fun if someone had jumped with me, but that's okay; I like me-time. I think that winter will bring about many good things. What does everyone else think?

[Hexed against anybody who would disagree]

If you ask me, this Hogwarts Decree deal is a bunch of nonsense.

Something has to be done. I'm not going to just sit back and watch my friends become enslaved, and my school lose its freedom.

Anybody in?

[/Hexed]

I'm afraid that I haven't yet succeeded in finding any suitable way to keep what little body heat I manage to produce attached to my body. The fireplace works just fine...when I'm in front of it. But when I'm in class or walking from A to B, I can't quite bring the fireplace with me theoretically I could carry around a small glass jar of fire to keep me warm, but I'm too lazy to look up how to do it. I've been thinking that maybe I should actually buy a thicker cloak, but I'm a bit broke at the mo and I want to hang on to my money as best I can. Maybe I could just start carrying my blanket with me everywhere. Or I could find a cat and force it to cuddle me at all times. Kitties always seem to be warm. Maybe I can find that one fourth-year who seems to be good at knitting and bribe her into knitting me a cat.

In my third year, as I'm sure everybody remembers quite well, we all had the unique experience of having one Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart bestowed upon us as our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.  I have no idea what happened to him, or where he is now, but I remember distinctly hearing something in the halls about him and an unfortunate event including pixies.  There is no real reason why I'm suddenly remembering this, or how it's relevant to anything whatsoever, especially because I seriously doubt that anyone actually learned anything other than his favourite color that year, but random thoughts can be entertaining, if nothing else.

Anyway, for some reason it's extraordinarily freezing tonight.  I think I must be part canine, because my nose is at least half a degree colder than the rest of my face.  Am I the only one this is happening to?  Maybe it has to do with the fact that a leaf weighs more than I do, but I'm always cold these days, and you can only bundle up with so many layers before you start to feel like a hippo.  Mind, I like hippos, but I don't want to become one! 

( In my dreams I saw the herione of a fairy tale. )

( She's the smoke, she's dancin' fancy pirouettes, swan diving off of the deep end of my tragic cigarette. She's steam laughing on the window panes. )