With Regards to Today
Well, it's been a rather eventful day. Having one's chest split open makes it an evening that'll probably be hard to forget, what with the itching and the scratching and the idle thought that maybe I'd caught magical lice. But nothing to fear - I'm parasite free!
And if you crack a flea-joke, I swear I'll eat your arms for breakfast.
I can't even verbalize what I'm thinking now - it's just like...like I'm thinking but not thinking, thinking but not with words and just coming to conclusions that I don't really understand but know are there anyways. I figured maybe writing it out would help me figure out what the hell I'm thinking about - if not, I can always burn the entry.
I'm not dumb. Shit's been happening out there, a war's coming on, and it's looking bad, if Longbottom's right. I guess I always thought it'd never bother Hogwarts - correction: I didn't want to think it'd ever bother Hogwarts. And now someone's upped and brought it in. That is, in the biggest understatement possible, bigger than saying the Chudley Cannons don't really have a chance of winning the World Cup, NOT. ON.
Hogwarts is MY HOME. It is MY sanctuary, MY domain, MY BLOODY TURF. NO ONE FUCKING GOES AND MESSES WITH IT OR I WILL SERIOUSLY FUCKING MESS WITH THEM.
Maybe later, I won't have the upper hand. Maybe later, I'll have to be more fucking careful or watch out more, but while I'm in Hogwarts, I am not gonna let anyone fuck with me, with my house, with my friends or with my school.
I think Snape must've been behind it. But - well, Longbottom, I guess, must've had some sort of reason for suspecting the Rabbit. But I mean, this is RABBIT we are talking about. RABBIT.
Well, if it's not him.....I don't know. Sort of glad, I guess, in a strange, really fucking twisted way - it's like, no matter what, he's still the kid who couldn't walk through the halls of Black with his eyes open until he was TEN because he was scared of the HOUSE ELF HEADS. That's who he was, what, 7-8 years ago.
If it is...I guess that just further proves I'm with the right crowd now. If he did it...he's bound to rub it in, he'll be so fucking happy he got me he'd probably piss himself.
I don't know what to think anymore, really. Longbottom was so insistent about keeping an eye on Lestrange, but in my head, he's still this...harmless barking kid whose shirts are always pressed and who cleans under his fingernails when he's bored - well, maybe he doesn't, I wouldn't know, but STILL. Maybe Longbottom's paranoid. Maybe I'm blinded.
And if you crack a flea-joke, I swear I'll eat your arms for breakfast.
I can't even verbalize what I'm thinking now - it's just like...like I'm thinking but not thinking, thinking but not with words and just coming to conclusions that I don't really understand but know are there anyways. I figured maybe writing it out would help me figure out what the hell I'm thinking about - if not, I can always burn the entry.
I'm not dumb. Shit's been happening out there, a war's coming on, and it's looking bad, if Longbottom's right. I guess I always thought it'd never bother Hogwarts - correction: I didn't want to think it'd ever bother Hogwarts. And now someone's upped and brought it in. That is, in the biggest understatement possible, bigger than saying the Chudley Cannons don't really have a chance of winning the World Cup, NOT. ON.
Hogwarts is MY HOME. It is MY sanctuary, MY domain, MY BLOODY TURF. NO ONE FUCKING GOES AND MESSES WITH IT OR I WILL SERIOUSLY FUCKING MESS WITH THEM.
Maybe later, I won't have the upper hand. Maybe later, I'll have to be more fucking careful or watch out more, but while I'm in Hogwarts, I am not gonna let anyone fuck with me, with my house, with my friends or with my school.
I think Snape must've been behind it. But - well, Longbottom, I guess, must've had some sort of reason for suspecting the Rabbit. But I mean, this is RABBIT we are talking about. RABBIT.
Well, if it's not him.....I don't know. Sort of glad, I guess, in a strange, really fucking twisted way - it's like, no matter what, he's still the kid who couldn't walk through the halls of Black with his eyes open until he was TEN because he was scared of the HOUSE ELF HEADS. That's who he was, what, 7-8 years ago.
If it is...I guess that just further proves I'm with the right crowd now. If he did it...he's bound to rub it in, he'll be so fucking happy he got me he'd probably piss himself.
I don't know what to think anymore, really. Longbottom was so insistent about keeping an eye on Lestrange, but in my head, he's still this...harmless barking kid whose shirts are always pressed and who cleans under his fingernails when he's bored - well, maybe he doesn't, I wouldn't know, but STILL. Maybe Longbottom's paranoid. Maybe I'm blinded.