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[October 15] |
 WHAT YOU CALL HAPPINESS IS NOTHING BUT A TUMULT IN THE MIND, A TEMPEST OF PASSION, FRIGHTFUL TO BEHOLD EVEN FOR THE SPECTATOR ON THE SHORE.( Read more... ) |
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[March 16] |
WARDED TO FINN:
Smoke with me.
WARDED TO LUCAS:
Feeling better?
WARDED TO DAMIAN:
You're weird. I don't think the Professors considered the psychological ramifications of this project. When it comes time to give the children away, which of you will wind up running out of the great hall, crying with empty baby sweaters in your hands?
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[March 08] |
WAR W WARD WARDED TO CHRIS:
Hi.
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[February 25] |
WARDED TO CHRIS:
Game tomorrow.
My parents are going to be here. I'm nervous. I miss you.
All right.
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[February 07] |
( WARDED TO SELF. )WARDED TO DAMIAN:
Finn told me once that you were able to get people out of their commons after curfew. Is that true?
WARDED TO JACINDA NOTT:
Have something to say? If only time-turners were available to students needing more sleep.
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[January 18] |
WARDED TO FINN:
I sent my letter to St. Mungo's this morning. Pending my NEWT results... blah blah blah.
WARDED TO LUCAS:
I'll try not to be a bitch to her anymore.
WARDED TO CHRIS:
Want to spend Thursday night with me?
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[January 10] |
WARDED TO LUCAS:
Feel all right?
WARDED TO FINN:
Girlfriend. They're showing To Kill A Mockingbird on Thursday. Finally some taste.
Fucking Friday.
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[December 21] |
WARDED TO CHRIS:
Hi.
END OF WARD I missed my house. I missed my stupid small town where everyone in the surrounding three villages knows everyone else. I missed my grandparents -- even though my grandpa gave my grandma a camera for her birthday and she has subsequently begun stalking family members through the house and taking photographs of them when they're not looking.
I did not miss girls giving me their number to pass onto someone else. Or Evan Miller leaving a stuffed owl holding a heart on my fucking bed.
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[December 11] |
Five chocolate bouquets for one person.
A little excessive.
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[December 05] |
WARDED TO RHYS:
Llewellyn.
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