| Current mood: | worried |
| Current music: | silence |
That's it. I can't sleep.
The dorm room is still empty tonight. At least Ron will be here tomorrow. It's amazing how soothing the sound of snores can be when you need reassurance that whatever your troubles are, things are mostly right with the world.
I feel like I'm losing control of my thoughts and my speech. It's amazing...all the little things we lie to ourselves about.
Well, Hermione will help me. She always does. Maybe she's right...maybe I should go to Dumbledore. Somehow, this is worse than my dreams last year, though the consequences are more trivial on the scale of the wizarding world.
I thought the scars were gone, but they are just barely visible here in the moonlight. The words gleam like moonstone, or an abalone shell.
You know, I don't even think that Umbridge meant for this to happen. This is something else entirely.
Well, I'm going to regret this post in the morning, so I'll stop here.
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