Sep 04, 2005 10:55
Mysteries are defined to me as the most obnoxious thing ever. Something that is hard to figure out and aren’t probably going to be found out in a book or just by asking a teacher for help. Mysteries are something that eat at you when you try to sleep, or stop you form homework when your awake.
Unfortunately, in the world that I happen to live in, mysteries loom over us like a shadow or clouds on a rainy day. There are inescapable. I have run into many things that are unexplainable, things that are life changing that things like why doesn’t Ronald understand his homework yet? But there are some things that stay with you. What is the Department of Mysteries? Why Harry? Why me? I can’t explain what the Department of Mysteries is for...that ones still gets me everyday because I think about walking through those dark corridors, the flickering blue candles, and the objects with no names and eery glows. They remain locked behind closed doors in the deepest darkest spots on the Ministry, and I have no idea what they are for. It kills me now not being able to solve these mysteries, it really does.
H. Granger
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