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[05 Nov 2004|03:04pm] |
I was working with a teacher and a couple other students today when I happened to glance at the time and realized I was supposed to be meeting Ariel in the hallway...about five minutes ago. I had to scoop up everything I was doing and take off down the hallway only to see her standing and waiting right where we agreed to meet. I idly wondered if that cat ever actually leaves her side. I'm not a big fan of cats, more a dog person myself. I prize loyalty in a pet over independence, but Hogwarts doesn't allow dogs at all.
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[29 Oct 2004|08:31pm] |
Things are rather routine, Samantha had already assmbled her group of elitist friends and they are walking the halls in formation with shirts half unbuttoned and skirts two inches shorter than regulation. I wont even tell you what some of the guys have called them, let's just say I had to give one of them a black eye out of duty.
There's a quidditch game coming up soon, first of the season. This year gryffindor stands an awfully good chance of taking out slytherin, our only real competetition anyway. I miss the game from time to time, but I do enjoy the spectator position just as much, the in-house spirit is never lacking, and everybody gets plenty worked up over rivalries.
I've got more important things to worry about right now, classes, first of all. My class load is heavier than it's ever been, juggling this many classes would be impossible if I didn't find many of them so simple. It's a bit frustrating, actually, to be in a class that's less than challenging. Everyone's very anxious to graduate. Believe it or not, I'm going to miss it here.
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[13 Oct 2004|12:16pm] |
The begining of the last year. It's good, I've worked long and hard to get here. It also means that directly on the horizon is the neccesity to make a choice, regarding my future. That I'm not ready for.
My parents first sent me to Hogwarts for the most part to get me out of their hair, and with the expectation that it would quell my interest in all things paranormal rather than nurture it. When I predictably let down thier expectations they thought about pulling me until they began to see that having a witch or wizard in the family would not only be something that would benefit the individual enrolled in school, it also offered them a high level of prestige. So while they don't completely understand it, two years later they sent Samantha as well. Nothing would please my parents more than to see me chose to go for a place in the ministry of magic, and with my grades and level of expertise, they should be knocking on my door any day now. I however, have my doubts about spending the greater of my adult life trapped behind a desk signing papers and arguing policy.
All this is not to say that I have an alternate plan at all. I don't, I haven't explored it much, one thing at a time, I always figured that was the way I'd take it. Now things have come around and caught me off guard and I feel myself being hurled toward an eventual destiny that simply isn't mine. I thought perhaps I should talk to someone about the matter, but who?
Samantha really doesn't know how lucky she is to have her path decided for her, to know what she's going to do and to be the absolute best there is in her line of work. You should see the special attention her teachers lavish on her, it's somewhat obscene. So I pointed this out to her on the way into the train station and aparently hit a nerve, because she made a huge scene and stormed off, leaving me sitting with no one to talk to, as per her grand plan. I'm chalking it all up to first day jitters, actually. You'd be surprised how much emotions manifest differently on her, it's truly strange.
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