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"It's going to be all right, sir," Harry said over and over again, more worried by Dumbledore's silence than he had been by his weakened voice. "We're nearly there ... I can Apparate us both back ... don't worry ..."
"I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you."
For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That’s a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that’s glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it’s safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that’s still likely to be the last thing you ever do.
Remember, if the time should come when you have to make a choice between what is right and what is easy, remember what happened to a boy who was good, and kind, and brave, because he strayed across the path of Lord Voldemort. Remember Cedric Diggory.
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

I have loads to tell

Peace be upon you, my friends.

I'm currently depressed and stressed out. Oh well, tell me when I'm not. This year seems to drive me - and the others, of course- nuts. Err, nutter than usual. Crazier, and crazier each stinking, tiring day. I feel like I cannot hold on any longer, like I am already lying flat on the ground and can't rise ever again. But actually I'm not because I know I'm still breathing and walking and running and laughing and crying and... fighting. I can never give up. Not when I'm halfway through this mess. Not exactly messy, let me tell you.

My daddy seems to be pushing me and my brother too hard. Harder that he actually does, to tell ya the truth. Being me, I'm always the most stubborn, damned stubborn and more stubborn in the family. And I'm also super ignorant when people complain about myself. I hate it. I have my own life and let me live it the way I want it to be lived. Gawd, is that so hard to understand. Or am I portraying it ever so badly? So tell me, already.

Guys.

They're always coming in and out of my life. Shit, shit, shit. First, there's this classmate of mine, and he's also my best friend. How can I tell him my actual feelings and not break his heart? Aw, c'mon fellas, I wanna live my own life, too. I'm exhausted, tired of taking care of others' heart while no one cares about mine. Ew, that's pretty mushy, no? Hahahahahahaha. But seriously.

I want a pilot, and a particular pilot. Not a soon-to-be engineer. Pretty please?

T.T

Friday...

Hmm. Last Friday was exhausting and exceptionally extraordinary. I, hereby wanna thank my Q for bearing with me throughout the cross-country event. She could've finished the marathon earlier if she wasn't busy worrying about my fragile health condition. Thank thanks thanks and another million thank you's to you, Querida. I love you.

Done.

Posted by Luna Saphira at 2:47 PM  

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