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[tabitha_nott]

Slytherin girls aren't supposed to cry. I'm a Nott; I'm above all of that. Or so my relations tell me.

I don't know anymore.

Everything is falling apart.

Alright. Please let this privacy thing work, or I am...very screwed.


I hate my life.

But I'm not supposed to cry. I mean, just because my life is a nightmare...no reason to cry, right?

I found this thing on my desk; I don't understand it. I guess I'm supposed to take part. So I've been reading...

I think almost the only normal thing around here is Goyle.

Let's see. The head of my house is Merlin-knows-where, I haven't heard word one from my father- no owls, nothing- has he forgotten I exist?- and I have no idea what I'll do this summer, where I'll go.

I need somebody to talk to, and all I have is this Muggle contraption I don't understand. Don't understand, and don't trust. Talking is one thing, but writing it all down, where it can be read- bad idea.

But here I am, anyway.

I think I may throw up. Seriously.

Professor Snape...the Death Eaters. My father. Fuck. Fuck...

I don't know what I'm we're going to do if he doesn't come back. I We need him.