『thirty-seven 』
[Private to Self | Cursed Private]
Ron. Luna. Sirius. Remus. Snape.
Hermione. Lily. Neville. Dumbledore.
...The City can't make up it's mind to keep us here or not, huh? Someone leaves, another one arrives, the ones that left returns.
And here we are pretending that every thing's all right, fooling around like normal teenagers as a war's going on at home. Quidditch. Gnomes. Bloody whatever-the-topic-is-today. I know, I know- time stops, but that doesn't change the fact that it's happening. It isn't like a homework assignment you can shove aside, it's a bloody war.
How many times have you gone over this, Harry? Again and again and again.
Does it bother you so much because you're stuck here. Or does it bother you because you sometimes think about how nice it'd be to stay?
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I've got to keep a better tab on updating this journal. The whole idea of writing text onto a computer for a isn't exactly common back home. We don't even have computers, no less electricity in Hogwarts.
...I have really nothing else to say exce- Oh! Can't believe I nearly forgot this-
Here, a late birthday present for you, Regulus. There's boxes of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavored Beans and Chocolate Frogs to go with that too.
And yes, before you ask- I can bloody cook. No, it doesn't taste like dirt. No, I didn't magic it because that's impossible. And no, I haven't turned into a woman.
Though it did take me a few tries to get it right. It's been awhile since I've had to play cook for the Dursleys