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[01 Feb 2004|12:27pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

Merlin, could this school get more boring?

Drama, drama, drama, and then utter boringness for days! I swear, everyone here must be bipolar or something.

It's doesn't help that I have nearly seventeen different homework assignments each for Potions, Transfiguration, and Arithmancy, all due tomorrow. Clearly, they think there are more hours in a day then there really are.

So, not only am I bored, but I actually have to work to finish my homework, for once. It's not like I don't understand the material, so what is the point of all of this?

And I'm beginning to feel boyfriend withdrawal.

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In which I am bored. [16 Jan 2004|10:44am]
[ mood | blah ]

Homework is so boring. I mean, if we know the stuff, then what is the point of making us do more of it?

A lot of people have seemingly disappeared... all except for the detestable Potter and Granger... and I rather miss Sea. I need to see him more often, rather than suffer boyfriend withdrawals.

Lately, though, nothing has been happening in any aspect of my life. It's awful. It's just living each day as it comes, waiting for something to happen. Everyone's been so quiet since Azkaban - though nothing really serious concerning that has happened yet, I suppose the Death Eaters are on the down low or something - and it's begin to really depress me, and others, I would assume.

It's not that I don't care. I've just gotten over my fear, and I wish other people would, too.

Cause, now that I think about more clearly... who would be stupid enough to attack Hogwarts?

I don't know. I wish this would all just pass over - this entire war. But it won't.

Not much of a war, though, if you think about it.

I'm in entirely too much of a thinking mood. That's where boredom will get you.

So I'll go to class and try to amuse myself one way or another.

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It is kind of surreal. [11 Jan 2004|11:25am]
[ mood | morose ]

And suddenly the world falls apart.

And the place is in uproar.

But not here.

Here, as ever, we remain quiet, to meddle things over by ourselves or in our small groups.

Casting glances towards everyone like a flicking torchlight in the dark.

I hate it.

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Dammit. [01 Jan 2004|12:02am]
[ mood | irritated ]

Oh, bloody hell.

He's back.

You'd figure that he could have announced it the day after January 1st and given me a happy beginning, but no. He had to post the bloody message so I'd see it at exactly midnight and happily ruin my cheerful mood.

Happy New Year to all. Or something.

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In which it is Christmas. [26 Dec 2003|10:07am]
[ mood | giggly ]

Christmas has been great so far. Poppy's parents are lovely, lovely people, Poppy's a lovely, lovely person, everyone's lovely. And I am rather giddy right now, if you couldn't tell.

I've decided to name the kitten Poppy got me Leona. It means "Like a lion." I thought it was fitting.

Happy Christmas, everyone.


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In which I am very tired. [23 Nov 2003|04:14pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Number of papers corrected thus far: 765
Number of first years I have had to stop myself from strangling: 36
Number of sentences ended with prepositions: 362
Number of times I've contemplated throwing myself off of Astronomy Tower: 3

Seeing the look on Thomas Master's face when I told him that 'appreciate' was not spelled 'u-p-r-e-s-h-i-a-t-e': Priceless

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In which I am about to drop. [18 Nov 2003|10:12pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

She made me do papers. Even after I begged her not to. First years should die horrible deaths. Horrible, drawn-out deaths.

It is cruel and unusual punishment.

Turpin - My personal advice to you. Either shut up or run very, very far away, changing your name in the process.

Anything to escape papers.

I am going to bed.


~*Marietta Edgecombe*~

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In which I need tea. Badly. [11 Nov 2003|11:19pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Wonderful. I feel like utter shit crap and the Magpies keep losing. And I'm out of chocolate. And I need tea. And now I'm getting my usual headache to go along with it. And I can't breathe through my nose.

If you don't mind, I'm going to go crawl under the covers and die now.

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In which I feel like throwing up. [10 Nov 2003|10:51pm]
[ mood | sick ]

I don't feel particularily well. I hope this clears up.

I agree with Turpin. The Detention Meister is stalking us. We need to do something about that. Professor Dumbledore, I request an audience.

~*Marietta Edgecombe*~

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In which I am very anxious. [31 Oct 2003|07:40am]
[ mood | excited ]

It's only hours until the ball. My costume is perfect. I hope Sea looks nice.

Finally, something to be excited about.

It's been too long.


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In which my eyelids are drooping so much I can barely see what I'm writing. [19 Oct 2003|09:54pm]
[ mood | tired ]

*to the tune of the Owl Mix radio jingle*
Bored, bored, bored, bored
Bored, bored, bored, bored
Bored, b...sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep...


There is nothing to do.

Not even any homework.

My head hurts unbearably but I feel far too lazy at the moment to go get myself a Potion.

What on Earth is that shiny object across the room?

I think I'm about to fall asleep in the middle of the Common Room.

I do wish the people would stop swimming in the air, though, because it's rather confusing...

Okay, that's it. Goodnight, everyone.


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In which I make a short but pointed rant. [11 Oct 2003|10:35pm]
[ mood | bored ]

I will never understand some of you people. Quidditch is so utterly boring (no offense, of course, Cho).


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I feel so lost. [28 Sep 2003|08:59pm]
[ mood | depressed ]

I have a few bags of pictures and a few of my old dolls... just things I wanted to bring here to look at.

The funeral service... well, it was a funeral service. Not much more than that. I didn't know half of the people there. They all just stared at me like I was something on display, that poor lost little girl...

I hated it, but who wouldn't? I didn't cry. Much. Only a little at the beginning and end. It was easier with Sea and Madam Pomfrey there, of course. I hated the people walking up to me and asking me if I was alright and hugging me. I didn't know them. They should leave me alone.

It was quite depressed, the fact that I hardly recognized any of them. Having no other family and knowing very little about your family's co-workers and friends... it makes it very confusing and... just depressing.

I walked into that house afterwards. That huge, dark, ghostly mansion of a place. I could practically hear my world screaming around me. Breaking. Shattering.

It's so odd. Being the last. When your family line has lasted so long. If I die, who does it all go to?

I feel so alone.

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In which I try to relieve nervousness. [27 Sep 2003|10:50pm]
[ mood | nauseated ]

I can't sleep.

I am dreading tomorrow.

I don't know what to do with myself.

I feel like I should cry but I'm empty of tears.

This is so utterly confusing. I feel like throwing up.


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Of Funerals and Hufflepuffs. [26 Sep 2003|03:35pm]
[ mood | uncomfortable ]

Well, everyone, I am back in my dormitory, surrounded by noise and books and the usual. It appears I haven't been missing much. I just turned in all of my homework to various Professors, but I look forward to actually having class again.

I am better, though. Not that I expect you actually care, but for the few who may, I am better.

Has anyone seen Sea?

Or Cho?

It figures. I finally get out of that dratted Hospital Wing and I can't find my best friends. My luck never improves.

In other news, I expect I'll be gone most of Sunday to the Funeral and to pick up some things from home. I don't entirely know how many things will be there, I haven't been to The Edgecombe Mansion in years. Might been interesting. For the eyes of Seamus Finnigan, Madam Pomfrey, and Professor Dumbledore only.Collapse )

Any new gossip or news I should hear about?

Oh, I hear a Hufflepuff recently had a birthday. Happy Birthday, whichever Hufflepuff you are. I never quite caught your name, I haven't been able to look through this thing yet.

EDIT: Right. Eloise. Happy Birthday.

X's and O's,

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In which I write you a poem. [22 Sep 2003|04:58pm]
[ mood | lonely ]

Sweet fire

Consume my very breath
Let me loose myself in you
As I'm lost in myself

Sweet earth

Standing on my bitter heart
Let the words flow out
Before they tear me apart

Sweet water

I drown my humanity in you
I am no longer alive
And my heart's been ripped in two

Sweet air

I cannot breathe you anymore
It's a hopeless delusion
And I've lost this bitter war

Sweet life

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In which I say to you... [20 Sep 2003|10:22am]
Quelqu'un, m'aident. Svp.
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In which I comment about Professor McGonagall and Hermione's interesting afternoon. [12 Sep 2003|10:58pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Comment intéressant.

Apparently, Professor McGonagall is incapable of getting herself out of a locked room. Once again, comment intéressant. One would think she'd have the talent, as I've heard people refer to her as 'the most powerful witch in Britain.' Guess they were wrong.

Granger couldn't find a way out either, but does that surprise anyone?

Some people have been frighteningly quiet these past few weeks. I wonder if they're planning anything.


X's and O's,

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In which I am very angry. [31 Aug 2003|11:41am]
[ mood | angry ]

The story ended up in the papers anyways. Damn theives... honestly, screw over both of your careers, it's not my problem!

What is their problem?! I fail to understand it! I really do! Rich, powerful, and both of them at elast used to be handsome and quite beautiful before the bottles and the pills took away whatever was left of their youth.

It's absolutely pathetic. Whatever you all can say of me, at least I can proudly declare that I gave yet not turned into my mother or father, and as long as that's the case I believe I can overcome them both.

House Elves are absolutely useless! You tell them to stand watch over your parents and make sure that they don't drink themselves into a stupor again, and do they do it? NO! I should fire all of them, throw them out onto the street and find some one who can actually do their job correctly! If you can't trust your servants, than who the Hell can you trust these days?

I don't think I even know who my enemies and friends are anymore.

Madam Pomfrey confuses the Hell out of me. One minute I'm a bratty little child who doesn't deserve all I have and the next minute she's helping me. it doesn't have any pattern to it and it doesn't make any sense.

Professor Dumbledore is never anything but patient and kind. I have never seen the man angry. How is that? How does that work out? How can a human being be like that?

Professor McGonagall has yet to really yell at me like I know she can, but she's the only one who's actually punished me yet... a constant, I suppose that is, even if I was expecting it sooner...

Cho Chang. She's my best friend and I suppose the only person I actually understand.

Ginny Weasley surprises me. She has more audacity than one would expect. She actually put up a slightly good fight.

It would be a very good fight if insults really affected me anymore.

If anything really affected me anymore.

All adults are hypocrites, through and through. They tell you that you should grow up and then tell you to enjoy what's left of your childhood. They tell you to act your age and then reminisce about their days and how much they wished they had them back.

It makes no sense.

But nothing does anymore.


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In which I am feeling incredulous. Again. [30 Aug 2003|04:36pm]
[ mood | satisfied ]

Is everyone in love with some one? Seriously, you people need a life. I avoid falling in love. Too many complicated emotions involved. And it interferes with my studies.

Poppy Pomfrey is too pretty for Alastor Moody. And now she's going to yell at me for giving her a compliment, just you wait.

I need something to do. Perhaps I shall make a voodoo doll of Hermione Granger... unfortunately, it's illegal. Otherwise, I could have had good fun with the notion. Perhaps there is an alternative... does anyone know of one?

Oh, Cho, I got those dress robes I was telling you about. And I found you a beautiful birthday present. You'll just have to wait for it, though. ;) I know you'll love it. You simply have to. Only the best for my best friend, of course. I stole the money from mum. She was too drunk to notice. Don't mention it to her. Besides, if she gives me more money to buy you something I can just buy you some extra things and maybe something to go with those robes... any suggestions?

In other news, dad had to be shipped to St. Mungo's last night so they could magically remove the alcohol from his system before he died. Nothing unusual for the Edgecombe family, of course. Mum was asleep so I gavwe the Daily Prophet reporters a couple hundred galleons each to keep the story out of the papers.

How pathetic.

X's and O's,

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