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[11 Feb 2008|04:21pm] |
So basically, last week I had no idea who I was and it freaked me out. I just decided it would be safer to stay hidden and avoid everyone possible until I figured out what was going on. I mean, the other girls in my dorm kept looking at me like they couldn't figure out why I wasn't getting out of my bed but they had to deal with it. No way I was just going to wander around loose if I had no clue who or where I was. That's not a smart move for anyone.
I woke up a few days ago and suddenly remembered everything again, so here I am. No longer a hermit. It seems like all kinds of crazy things are happening so if I disappear again, you know why.
And apparently there's a dance coming up? There's nothing like an opportunity to make a public fool out of myself and then leave people disoriented and confused.
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[27 Jan 2008|10:35pm] |
Recently, the common room has been so damp that I've taken to wearing my wellies around. I've even needed an umbrella on occasion, but that's been very rare, thankfully. But seriously, if I catch another water dragon following me outside and peeking behind corners at me, I'm going to have to come up with a creative way to get them off my tail.
Granted, they did make writing my Care of Magical Creatures essay a little more bearable, since I only had to skim part of a book and the rest was first-hand observation. But still... they're just lounging about in the corridors. People could trip over them. They don't like when you trip over them. Especially if you're a Gryffindor and you're really not supposed to be in the dungeons. I've witnessed it.
I've been far too boring lately. I need to get out of the common room.
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[22 Jan 2008|07:36pm] |
Bloody hell; I just don't understand why people keep having this problem with me. Of course I don't remember your name... I know there was firewhiskey and I probably saw your face before there was definite snogging action, but when exactly did you introduce yourself by name? I'm sorry. Wear a nametag next time if it's that important to you, mate. Well, this is what I get for enjoying myself on the weekends.
Last week, I fell asleep twice in Care of Magical Creatures. The first time, Professor Whatshisname slammed his fist on my desk. That only woke me up for about ten minutes, but as soon as he went back to lecturing, I'm pretty sure I was out cold again. The second time, some kind of flying insect that he brought in for a demonstration landed on my head and bit off a lock of my hair. I probably should have been awake to learn whatever that thing was called because people keep asking me about my "clever" haircut and the story is not quite as exciting without a real name for the blasted bug. I really do think my hair looks better this way.
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