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I know it has been way too long since I've written in this thing although I've found that using a scarf to bind up the book keeps it from biting, just like I bind my Cards in a lovely scarf to keep them from being infected with anyone else's energy. It's just that every time I do open it up it seems like there is just more badness and sadness and anything I have to say about any of it is never the right thing.
My parents have been whispering a lot lately and they always hush up when I come in the room and look at me funny and act too cheerful all of a sudden. It's unnerving, frankly, and it makes me not want to be at home very much. Luckily all my mates are keeping me busy. Camping was, well, alright- I much prefer civilisation and loos and all that, and I must confess that as soon as I got home I took the longest bubble bath ever, but it was still a decent time for all that, I suppose. I used to consider myself quite the animal lover (especially when Professor Grubbly-Plank filled in!) but I think I have decided the animals ought to stay in their habitat and me in mine, thank you very much. Although Ron, you really did look rather fetching with that bear cub upon your head, perhaps you ought to get a hat made to replicate the effect! (I'm just teasing you, you know).
But now I am bored again. I really want to have Seamus come visit again, but my parents get all sort of frowny lately when I mention his name, and his dad keeps going on about how his dad was a Muggle, and did I know that? Last time Seamus was here we didn't do anything terrible so I can't imagine why my parents disapprove. Well, we did make biscuits together and it really was quite sensual, but it was hardly shagging or anything.
I can't believe I just said that. This book makes me say horrible things, I've decided.
And term starts soon and I've still got no idea what to do about Divination.
My parents have been whispering a lot lately and they always hush up when I come in the room and look at me funny and act too cheerful all of a sudden. It's unnerving, frankly, and it makes me not want to be at home very much. Luckily all my mates are keeping me busy. Camping was, well, alright- I much prefer civilisation and loos and all that, and I must confess that as soon as I got home I took the longest bubble bath ever, but it was still a decent time for all that, I suppose. I used to consider myself quite the animal lover (especially when Professor Grubbly-Plank filled in!) but I think I have decided the animals ought to stay in their habitat and me in mine, thank you very much. Although Ron, you really did look rather fetching with that bear cub upon your head, perhaps you ought to get a hat made to replicate the effect! (I'm just teasing you, you know).
But now I am bored again. I really want to have Seamus come visit again, but my parents get all sort of frowny lately when I mention his name, and his dad keeps going on about how his dad was a Muggle, and did I know that? Last time Seamus was here we didn't do anything terrible so I can't imagine why my parents disapprove. Well, we did make biscuits together and it really was quite sensual, but it was hardly shagging or anything.
I can't believe I just said that. This book makes me say horrible things, I've decided.
And term starts soon and I've still got no idea what to do about Divination.