i lie for only you....

I found this thing under Argo's pillow. Considering what I have read in the last few pages, I can see not much has changed. Between bickering friends, heartbreak, and make ups life must be going swimmingly.

The news, on the other hand, has been so horribly depressing lately. It's no surprise, I suppose. Things have been far too light and cheerful, for things to not take a downhill turn. Is it sad that one point in our lives this sort of news was nothing new? Disappearances were a commonplace in our society and Death Eaters showing their faces was considered normal? Now we're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off. Excuse me while my cynicism sets back in...

On top of that, the weather has been bloody dreadful.

I would like a vacation to some place tropical and warm. Some place that the prophet doesn't deliver to and where those sort of headlines don't matter.

( Private to Nikolas. )

Nikolas, I think Perdita needs to be placed on a diet. She's getting a bit... large. I don't claim to know anything about beasts, but I'm almost positive dogs aren't supposed to be large like that. It's almost like she swallowed rocks, her stomach is all... round, and she has a horrid disposition right now.

( Private to Delaney. )

If someone does not take this cat, I will feed it to whatever carnivorous creature the Vaisey animal farm is breeding at the moment. The wretched beast decided that my bed is it's mating grounds and sprayed all the sheets. 300-thread count Egyptian cotton. I don't think this wretched beast is a pet of mine. A cat that I raised would know better than to ruin such expensive sheets. That sodding beast also decided my violin is it's scratching post. I will hex that horrid thing until it is inside out if I don't get rid of it.

I don't understand it, they are so cute as kittens. All mewing and playful and innocent. Then once they turn three suddenly all those things I found adorable completely disappear and I'm left with a horrid beast that does not listen.

Whose idea was it to get a bloody cat?

Nikolas! Take it back, I don't want it anymore.

( Private to Nikolas. )

( Private to self. )


( Private to Astoria. )


( Private to Dean Thomas. )

Nukubati Island was amazing. There is really only one way to enjoy an exotic vacation and that's by renting an island. A bit opulent, perhaps, but being able to wake up seaside without shouts and laughter echoing off the beaches is absolutely glorious. No tourists in sight, nor annoying pervasive hotel staff.

I am back home with a brilliant tan and five new pairs of shoes.

( Private to self. )

( Private to Nikolas. )

Whatever is going around, I hope it's not bloody contagious. Next thing you know people will be professing their love for mountain goats and flying carpets. Merlin, people are taking a page out of the Nott journal, aren't they?

( Private to Nikolas. )

All right, I admit it, I've been home for over a week, but somehow this journal got lost in my suitcase - I don't travel light, thus it's only expected. I found it buried under a pair of shoes, that for the life of me I have no bloody idea why I bought them. Regardless, as I can see, it would have been better to keep this journal good and buried, obviously no one has really anything fascinating to say.

( Private to Astoria. )

( Private to Anabel Runcorn. )

By the by, Harold Dingle, I expect your the cause of the mud on the carpet by our bedroom window. I also assume you plan on having that carpet cleaned, that's a silk rug from 16th Century Persia. It's not made to clean off your muddy feet.

Use a door or don't come in.

( Private to Nikolas. )

Congratulations, my darling sister. I know this has been something you have wanted for a lifetime. Wedding plans are in order, yes?

( Private to Draco. )

( Private to Blaise. )

It's all getting a bit out of hand, yes?

( Private to Blaise. )

( Private to Astoria. )

Bloody hell, enough all ready! Yes, we seemed to be confined to our living quarters. Yes, there are strangers in your common rooms. No, none of us seem to know why. I open this journal and all I see if the same bloody thing over and over again. You would think this would be a good time to catch up on your homework. Do some much needed studying, instead the whole lot of you are whinging about being locked into your House.

Is it really that bad? To be quite frank, all this extra supervision is a bit comforting. It's nice to know that our Ministry is trying to look out for us. If I were you lot I would take advantage of this situation. It's not every day that we don't have to go to classes and we have free time with our housemates.

( Private to Astoria. )

Hexed against Death Eaters, Dark Lord followers and snitches.

While I have to appreciate the precautions that the Ministry is taking to ensure our safety, I sometimes question their judgment. Honestly, most of the Ministry itself seems to be run by a pack of wild animals, perhaps they should look into their own actions before seeking out a solution to solving problems within the Wizarding World.

I question their competence in bringing the Wizarding World to a better place, and with that bloody toad of a woman controlling the reigns? Sodding hell, who put her in charge? Purebloods would better off left alone, honestly, why does the Ministry put so much care and thought into a bunch of bloody Muggles and tainted blood?

Pointless if you ask me.

/Hexed against Death Eaters, Dark Lord followers and snitches.

By the by, muggleborns, we want our bloody magic back.

Bloody gits.

( Private to Nikolas. )

I do believe the main intent and purpose of a library is for reading books and studying, NOT for snogging. The last thing I want to witness inside a library is two people sucking face. Honestly, do people have no respect for themselves and those around them?

First professors air out their filthy, slag filled laundry on the journals, and now students are snogging in the library. Honestly, this gives me more and more reason to resent the whole lot of you.

( Private to Pansy, Blaise and Astoria. )

( Private to Astoria. )

( Private to Blaise. )

( Definitely Hexed Away from Pansy and her little spies. )

( Private to Astoria )

( Private to Draco. )

( Private to self. )

( Private to Blaise Zabini. )

Congratulations to Slytherin for a well played game. Can't say I stayed for the entire bit, 5 hours is such a dreafully long time. Heard the outcome in the common room, however.

( Private to Nikolas Vaisey. )

( Poorly hexed to self. )

( Private to self. )


( Private to Blaise and Audrina )

What a fascinating turn of events.

( Private to self. )

( Private to Nikolas. )

( Private to Blaise. )

Eighteen. I don't feel different, I don't suppose I should. Not much difference from being seventeen. I'm still in that bloody school, I'm still surrounded by sodding gits, and I'm still being forced to do things, and think things that I don't entirely believe in.

For what it's worth, the gifts were bloody brilliant.

I think I will name him Marius. A noble name for a noble owl.

Professor Flitwick was beside himself in Charms class today, I guess half the bloody class was sticking their noses in their journals instead of paying attention in class. Something about the Weird Sisters being in here? I wouldn't be surprised if they start banning in the school due to the fact that they are posing such a distraction. Majority of the school is giddy, giggling, and carrying on about them picking up journals. Honestly, is it that big of a deal? Next thing we know the Falmouth Falcons are going to have journals. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if they do all ready. ( Private to Astoria )