Sartre Erise (halfgrownrose) wrote, @ 2003-10-28 17:25:00

Diary entry.
Thoreau

Dear journal,

The hospital wing is bloody boring. No one is here; Abner spends as much time here as he can, but he's got his classes to attend to, and I know that there's something going on between him and Poe even if he won't tell me. I don't want to intrude anymore than I already have, and I do not want to seem jealous. I'm not. Really, I'm not jealous.

Well. Maybe a little. But that's just because six months worth of hapless pining and what not doesn't exactly disappear overnight. Sigh. I'm glad that I've got Famke with me; he makes me feel like a completely different person. The sort of person I'd like to be all the time. I envy him his gift to change people for the better.

I still feel so sluggish. No one's told me what made me sleep for an entire day, or why the Slytherin commons flooded.

Oh god, my potions ingredients! I left everything in the.. goddamnit..

-David Thoreau Vanet