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[01 Aug 2003|12:35pm] |
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Lacuna Coil - Self Deception |
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Dear Journal,
Well, I'm back at Hogwarts again for another year. Absolutely wonderful. But it's better than being at home with Uncle Lucius I suppose. I dont know why I'm writing in a journal, it's rather idiotic, but i have enough charms on it so that no one will be able to get into it. There's a lot of stuff going on this year that I can't tell anyone about. Obviously, the Sirius Black thing. It's hilarious. It just goes to show how easily the masses panic. But he's definitely not a priority right now, seeing as everyone thinks he's a mass murderer and I'm probably the only one who knows otherwise is quite a large secret to keep. You'd be surprised the things you learn when you're around my uncle as often as I am. From what I overheard the whole thing was a very elaborate set-up. Impressive for a slave without the instruction of his master. But the fact that this isn't the most important thing on my mind right now is bordering on alarming. And it has to do with the dementors. Of course no one would notice how they affect me, because I go into a sort of trance when I'm around them. The same one I go into when I'm in so much pain that my brain pretty much switches off. After seven years of literal torture you develop defenses like that. But the last thing I want is to escape Lucius just to have a possibly worse versioni of him here. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. So goes the story of my life.
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