Feel for once what it's like to rebel now.
I've got Morgandy back. Ernie returned her to me. It's good to know she is safe and sound again. I don't know what I'd do without her really. She's the only emotional attachment I have to a living thing truthfully.
I invited him in. YES IN. In to the common room to SIT ON OUR COUCH. But NOT the one that Pansy and Montague rocked on. Oh the fucking scandal. If you have a HUGE problem with this please see my left middle finger because I really don't give a Hipocampus's ass.
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It was nice to talk to him. I really liked it. REALLY liked it. I once again didn't feel the need to censor myself or worry that he had a bloody knife and was ready to plunge it in to my back.
We talked about everything, girls, dancing, dreams, bloodlines. It was strange to be able to converse with somebody so fucking freely. And I didn't feel like too much of an arse telling him things I normally wouldn't utter a word about. This has gotten interesting.
He wants to get together more often to see if we *think alike* I find that very intriguing WHY he wants to get to know me. Who would have thought a chance meeting at a dance would turn in to...this. I have no idea what *this* IS. Budding Friendship? Friends already? I bloody well as hell don't have any idea. Maybe this is just a laugh to him. See how vulnerable I am. No. He's not plotting against you Millie. He's not like that. Then why do I feel on edge around him....but not a bad on edge? Ah fuck it. I have better things to do then hang around writing in this thing about shit that makes no sense. I have books to read.
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I invited him in. YES IN. In to the common room to SIT ON OUR COUCH. But NOT the one that Pansy and Montague rocked on. Oh the fucking scandal. If you have a HUGE problem with this please see my left middle finger because I really don't give a Hipocampus's ass.
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It was nice to talk to him. I really liked it. REALLY liked it. I once again didn't feel the need to censor myself or worry that he had a bloody knife and was ready to plunge it in to my back.
We talked about everything, girls, dancing, dreams, bloodlines. It was strange to be able to converse with somebody so fucking freely. And I didn't feel like too much of an arse telling him things I normally wouldn't utter a word about. This has gotten interesting.
He wants to get together more often to see if we *think alike* I find that very intriguing WHY he wants to get to know me. Who would have thought a chance meeting at a dance would turn in to...this. I have no idea what *this* IS. Budding Friendship? Friends already? I bloody well as hell don't have any idea. Maybe this is just a laugh to him. See how vulnerable I am. No. He's not plotting against you Millie. He's not like that. Then why do I feel on edge around him....but not a bad on edge? Ah fuck it. I have better things to do then hang around writing in this thing about shit that makes no sense. I have books to read.
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