8th Declaration.
[The words, when they come, are ragged, lacking concentration.]
Dear... sweet... merciful... Merlin...
[That's it for a long while, aside from a few randomly appearing specks of damp, these being little droplets of sweat falling from his bangs while he leans over his journal. Then comes a veritable flood of words.]
What the hell was that? What the hell was that?! It's like... my life and Hell are one and the same since I went to Hogwarts! A few weeks there and I get caught out in my PJs, locked in a stupid game, sent to a Chinese brothel, rained on by confetti when I'm trying to eat, and now... now...
Ugh!
Of all the... horrid disgusting terrible foul unmentionable loathsome things! If that is what's going to take over my mind, then I am not sleeping anymore. There must be some potion for staying awake forever, right?
What is it about that idiot school that is so intent on making my life, and even my dreams now absolutely unpalatable? I was quite happy - quite - with things the way they were, thank you very much! I do not need this aggravation. I have better things to worry about than what may or may not happen in the fut-
Oh, I hope I'm not precognitive. That would just... That's too... No. Just no.
No. It was just a dream.
[[OOC: Strikes are hackable with each becoming more ragged and violent as he searches for a word strong enough to convey his thorough disgust.]]
Dear... sweet... merciful... Merlin...
[That's it for a long while, aside from a few randomly appearing specks of damp, these being little droplets of sweat falling from his bangs while he leans over his journal. Then comes a veritable flood of words.]
What the hell was that? What the hell was that?! It's like... my life and Hell are one and the same since I went to Hogwarts! A few weeks there and I get caught out in my PJs, locked in a stupid game, sent to a Chinese brothel, rained on by confetti when I'm trying to eat, and now... now...
Ugh!
Of all the... horrid disgusting terrible foul unmentionable loathsome things! If that is what's going to take over my mind, then I am not sleeping anymore. There must be some potion for staying awake forever, right?
What is it about that idiot school that is so intent on making my life, and even my dreams now absolutely unpalatable? I was quite happy - quite - with things the way they were, thank you very much! I do not need this aggravation. I have better things to worry about than what may or may not happen in the fut-
Oh, I hope I'm not precognitive. That would just... That's too... No. Just no.
No. It was just a dream.
[[OOC: Strikes are hackable with each becoming more ragged and violent as he searches for a word strong enough to convey his thorough disgust.]]