Seems strange that it’s here again.
My Luna. I sure do love my Luna Lovegood- perhaps that’s why her last name is
Lovegood! She’s sweet but strong. A little crazy- yes, I like crazy. I like it
a lot. No one understands my being
crazy. Strange.
We’ve got to be crazy.
Got-
to- jump.
Ahhh
. . . now anyone who knows me understands that I would never jump off a bridge.
Never, never, never . . . I hate the power of Occlumency. I hated chemistry . .
. raucous, ravenous fools. Thieves.
Ah
ha!
Chemistry
is just like potions. Harry must not have enjoyed the power, which is full of raucous
ravenous fools and thieves. It wasn’t his Luna time, was it? You know how I
love Luna time. No one loves Luna time as much as me.
So
tired. I hate this. I don’t want to ever be tired. I want- to- sit here and
dream . . . dream about Luna’s and- wrackspurts snarling fangs that split open
your skin until it bleeds all over the floor, oozes . . .
But,
I don’t know why oozing is so fascinating. Makes me smile. Maybe it is like
potions, potions- and vampire bats- I think that I need bed.
Hahahahaha
. . . my life is full of ham.
It’s
a bit sticky for some reason. I don’t understand it . . .
Good
night. I still love you my friend. Even if you’re sticky.
Potions
class.
I
need a potions journal, for it’s never crass.
We’ve
got to be crazy, all of us.
Strange
one to jump.
I’m
not insane . . .
But
perhaps just a little-
G-night!
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