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Thursday, September 4th, 1997
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12:15 am - I wish I was a brave as Gryffindor should be.
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Trevor was lost all day. I was so scared for him. He's the only one who truly doesn't care how little I can do magic.
I failed in Transfiguration fully today, when we had to turn a mockingbird into a candleholder. Mine just went on mocking me endlessly, reciting the spell, when Proff. McGonagall had just told us that in any case, the bird is not allowed to recite the spell we used. I ended up turning into a human-sized candleholder myself.
The whole school's still overly shocked over Blaise Zabini, mind you, so am I. But somehow, I feel better for her. At least she's dead, and not strangely mutilated for the rest of her life. I know I should feel sorry for her, but I cannot. I didn't ever know her. She was a Slytherin, and now everyone's remembering her as kind and generous person. I only remember how she mocked me in the corridor, when I had succeeded to damage beoynd repair my 8th (was it 8th?) cauldron.
Such nice person indeed, she was.
Memories are golden, people say. That really frighten's me. There are too many things I don't want to remember, and things that I wish I could remember.
Right now, I'd really really like to remember what I have forgotten. I did thank Parvati for finding Trevor, didn't I?
current mood: trying to remember
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| Saturday, August 2nd, 1997
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12:30 pm - I'm not afraid.
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Grandma's considering taking me off from Hogwarts.
Funny thing is, I don't want to go. I'm not afraid of dying. There are worse options. I wish granny didn't have to take me see them every holiday. Maybe that makes me such a failure.
I hate Potions.
current mood: brave
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