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My back still hurts from sleeping on the hard floor, I find myself waking up in the middle of the night from images of the headless guy, and now there's freakishly bizarre writing on the walls. What's next? One-by-one students will slowly fall to their deaths? God, I don't even want to think of the possibilities.
I'm tired. I've been trying to go back to sleep since half past 1. I thought writing would help, but no, it's only making me think about everything that has been happening. For once in my life, I'm actually scared.
On top of all of this, I have that potions assignment to think about.
I'm tired. I've been trying to go back to sleep since half past 1. I thought writing would help, but no, it's only making me think about everything that has been happening. For once in my life, I'm actually scared.
On top of all of this, I have that potions assignment to think about.