Post by Albus Potter on Oct 26, 2010 17:07:09 GMT -5
While I know that mum got Lily her own journal this year, I haven’t touched mine since I received it in my own Fourth Year.
I can almost say for sure James never cracked his open, ever. It’s kind of hilarious to think of my older brother writing in a journal – of course, if I think about it from a different point of view, that would apply to me as well.
This is more like a warning for myself, I guess. A scribbled down note of reminder in a lovely, forest-green leather-bound book. This is so not working.
But it has been the first day of Sixth Year, and things have started off with an immediate worry. I guess I’ll just record a few thoughts down and leave the important big thing at the bottom; this stuff I write here is just a recount, I guess.
Dad sent me a package early this morning – no one knows about it, expect I think the Headmistress. What am I saying? I need to get back to September 1st.
Anyways, the train ride. Not only was it dull and generally quite boring for the most part, but Scorpius was separated from Aspen and I when he was late to his Prefect’s meeting. Idiot. But this is where I thank Merlin that I rejected the badge at the beginning of last year – premonition much? And Aspen began to worry us with her mood and somewhat nervous actions – she spent too much time looking out the window, even when we were playing Exploding Snap.
NOTE: NEVER PLAY EXPLODING SNAP EVER AGAIN. IF YOU DO, ONLY DO SO IN WIDE OPEN SPACES.
I’m going to have to tell Dad to get me a new robe. The sleeve is absolutely ruined. Stupid magical fires and explosions, rendering reparo useless.
Anyways, back to the train ride.
After Scor came back, his brother dropped in, too. I acted like how I usually did, teasing. Orion has a very pretty blush, I have to say, but that is what worries me.
Why? Well, why would I notice these things? After the Sorting Feast (which had proceeded with no ...dramatic interruptions or amazements) I was in the Common Room, and Quincy brought down an invitation to the almost-annual Gryffindor Welcome Back party. Somehow, Orion had overheard, and I ended up inviting him.
This is bad. This is really, really bad. Why did I go? Why did I ask him to go with me?
Indeed, he came to the party, though a while after myself. Why, why, why, I ask, since that was nearly all I could think of the entire time, during and there and on the way back to the dorms.
It was awkward, really, since I made a huge faux pas and then there was a miniature fight in the Lion’s Den. I never knew I was claustrophobic, actually, but last night has proven something…what? What am I saying? I knew this was no good.
I slipped out to the Lake, and now I feel bad for leaving Orion behind. Ugh…you have no idea how weird it is to write this out. Ares got into a fight, and I really hope Angelo is okay. I stayed back a bit even though I told Lils and Ange that I was heading back, and I actually had no clue that two liked each other. I guess writing this out does have some benefits…
On the other hand, I forgot what I was going to say for my warning to myself. Something along the lines of that present, Exploding Snap, and teasing Orion. Hmmm….silly little boy.
He raised an eyebrow at the page filled with his neat writing – this was complete rubbish, really, now that he had lost the point. He knew there was something important that he had wanted to write down, but he had forgotten it. There was no point to keep this page any longer.
Sighing, Albus reached out a hand and ripped out the page from the booklet – it wasn’t parchment; it was Muggle paper, actually, his mother had concluded (as well as most of the family) that parchment was too expensive in comparison to sheet after sheet of Muggle paper. And that he wrote it with a Muggle pen just added up to something Muggle-tastic. He felt foolish, holding the page in one hand and the journal in the other, which had already lost pages in the past. That was nothing.
Eventually, he put the book away into his trunk, and took out his wand, glancing at the paper that was now on the green bed-spread. “Useless, really.” He muttered under his breath, and managed a wordless ‘incendio’ while holding the paper in the air. Watching in fascination, the page curled and burned until there was only non-descript grey ashes on the stone floor of his dorm. All was silent as he put his wand away and lay back down on his bed again.
It was almost 6 am.
I can almost say for sure James never cracked his open, ever. It’s kind of hilarious to think of my older brother writing in a journal – of course, if I think about it from a different point of view, that would apply to me as well.
This is more like a warning for myself, I guess. A scribbled down note of reminder in a lovely, forest-green leather-bound book. This is so not working.
But it has been the first day of Sixth Year, and things have started off with an immediate worry. I guess I’ll just record a few thoughts down and leave the important big thing at the bottom; this stuff I write here is just a recount, I guess.
Dad sent me a package early this morning – no one knows about it, expect I think the Headmistress. What am I saying? I need to get back to September 1st.
Anyways, the train ride. Not only was it dull and generally quite boring for the most part, but Scorpius was separated from Aspen and I when he was late to his Prefect’s meeting. Idiot. But this is where I thank Merlin that I rejected the badge at the beginning of last year – premonition much? And Aspen began to worry us with her mood and somewhat nervous actions – she spent too much time looking out the window, even when we were playing Exploding Snap.
NOTE: NEVER PLAY EXPLODING SNAP EVER AGAIN. IF YOU DO, ONLY DO SO IN WIDE OPEN SPACES.
I’m going to have to tell Dad to get me a new robe. The sleeve is absolutely ruined. Stupid magical fires and explosions, rendering reparo useless.
Anyways, back to the train ride.
After Scor came back, his brother dropped in, too. I acted like how I usually did, teasing. Orion has a very pretty blush, I have to say, but that is what worries me.
Why? Well, why would I notice these things? After the Sorting Feast (which had proceeded with no ...dramatic interruptions or amazements) I was in the Common Room, and Quincy brought down an invitation to the almost-annual Gryffindor Welcome Back party. Somehow, Orion had overheard, and I ended up inviting him.
This is bad. This is really, really bad. Why did I go? Why did I ask him to go with me?
Indeed, he came to the party, though a while after myself. Why, why, why, I ask, since that was nearly all I could think of the entire time, during and there and on the way back to the dorms.
It was awkward, really, since I made a huge faux pas and then there was a miniature fight in the Lion’s Den. I never knew I was claustrophobic, actually, but last night has proven something…what? What am I saying? I knew this was no good.
I slipped out to the Lake, and now I feel bad for leaving Orion behind. Ugh…you have no idea how weird it is to write this out. Ares got into a fight, and I really hope Angelo is okay. I stayed back a bit even though I told Lils and Ange that I was heading back, and I actually had no clue that two liked each other. I guess writing this out does have some benefits…
On the other hand, I forgot what I was going to say for my warning to myself. Something along the lines of that present, Exploding Snap, and teasing Orion. Hmmm….silly little boy.
He raised an eyebrow at the page filled with his neat writing – this was complete rubbish, really, now that he had lost the point. He knew there was something important that he had wanted to write down, but he had forgotten it. There was no point to keep this page any longer.
Sighing, Albus reached out a hand and ripped out the page from the booklet – it wasn’t parchment; it was Muggle paper, actually, his mother had concluded (as well as most of the family) that parchment was too expensive in comparison to sheet after sheet of Muggle paper. And that he wrote it with a Muggle pen just added up to something Muggle-tastic. He felt foolish, holding the page in one hand and the journal in the other, which had already lost pages in the past. That was nothing.
Eventually, he put the book away into his trunk, and took out his wand, glancing at the paper that was now on the green bed-spread. “Useless, really.” He muttered under his breath, and managed a wordless ‘incendio’ while holding the paper in the air. Watching in fascination, the page curled and burned until there was only non-descript grey ashes on the stone floor of his dorm. All was silent as he put his wand away and lay back down on his bed again.
It was almost 6 am.