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Thursday, March 20th, 2008
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12:50 pm
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In class again, and aside from the change in faces everything else is the same. My classmates are still a little skittish around me though I think there coming around to the idea of my undeadness. My only grievance with the situation is that I’ve lost my prefect privileges and I’m no longer part of the quidditch team. I could only play on the team next year and even then I have to try out. Blah, I miss the game.
( Hexed to all resurrected and Katie )
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| Monday, March 17th, 2008
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4:29 am
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Well I did it, I sucked up my childish fears and went home… and it wasn’t all that bad… in a clinging, weeping, and awkward silence filled sort of way. It was strange, and your probably getting sick of reading that statement from me but it’s still true. Things had changed, understandably so, my parents looked older of course but they seem worn out and distant from each other.
The only thing in my house that is how I remember it is my bedroom only oddly more so… it was so clean and yet nothing out of place though there were a few additions, my wand for example and some pictures from my youth I don’t remember at all. It was creepy and unsettling, like a shrine dedicated to my life.
Also I now apparently have a dog, its a little terrier named Pickle. Why would anyone name their dog Pickle is beyond me. I would have named it socks, which is just as silly but at least it’s accurate, the damn thing won’t leave my feet alone.
But now that I’m properly reunited with my wand it seems it’s back to Hogwarts in the morning.
( Private to Katie )
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| Thursday, March 13th, 2008
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12:50 am
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It’s strange standing at your own grave and reading your headstone. And yet in this profoundly disturbing and possibly life shattering experience the only thing that I can think is ‘If I dig it up will there be another me inside?’
Oddly enough I’m completely fine with the being dead, though I would have preferred the time travel theory, it’s the living again that’s getting me down. I’ve been trying to go home… it’s not going well. I spent five hours watching my house trying to make myself get to the door and feeling like a pervert peeping from the bushes in the process and more then a few long cold hours wandering around town. Leave it to me to find my way to the cemetery. I need to get home, I feel strangely naked with out my wand.
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| Monday, March 3rd, 2008
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1:25 pm
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I don’t know what is going on, but if this is some sort of elaborate prank know this, I will have revenge and there will be no mercy!
One minuet I was on top of the world, victory practically in my hands, and then I blinked… I’d like to add ‘and then I was here’ but that would be wrong because I haven’t gone anywhere! Everything else is gone! The cup, Harry, the maze, everyone, even my wand has gone and weirder still the quidditch pitch seems to have righted itself!
There I stood, arm out reaching for apparently nothing wondering why the world has gone wrong when I turn around to notice I’m being stared at by a group of strange Ravenclaws in quidditch robes like I’m some sort of exotic monkey. After a short and awkward staring contest one of them approached me and handed me a journal muttering something about needing it more then he did. Looking back on it now I should have said something, like what the hell is going on!? But no I just took the bloody thing and left.
Which brings me to now, huddle in the broom shed writing in the journal. I’m sweaty, sore, possibly bleeding and bloody effing cold! Five minuets ago it was summer, what is going on?
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| Friday, February 15th, 2008
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1:08 pm
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