one.
Huh, so that's where my journal went to. I didn't want to leave it here, so I went looking for it.
How did it get under the bed by itself, though? And inside a sock, too.
[Ink blots as she taps her quill on the parchment, thinking of what to write.]
I’m Utena Tenjou, a fourth year Gryffindor. I missed a lot while my journal was hiding, didn't I? Can someone tell me what’s been going on?
How did it get under the bed by itself, though? And inside a sock, too.
[Ink blots as she taps her quill on the parchment, thinking of what to write.]
I’m Utena Tenjou, a fourth year Gryffindor. I missed a lot while my journal was hiding, didn't I? Can someone tell me what’s been going on?