If You Are Reading This, There Is A Curse Placed On This Book. Enjoy You're Hour Of Torment. With Love, The Genius Adrien Bontecou

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My sister, Char, is ill. Mum assures me that this is not a serious illness and that the hospital doesn't even need to be contacted. I still feel terrible. I wish I could be there for her. I know I'm over-protective, and that it might be for the best that I can't hover around Char constantly. But she's always been such a delicate child. She gets scared easily, and I gave her my promise that I'd be there whenever she needed me. Does she need me now? Claire wrote to tell me 'idiot, don't worry' and that she is holding Char's hand constantly in my place. I can't help it. My family loves me, they are the few people who do, and I miss them with this horrible ache that never seems to fade. If only I fit in here more. Maybe I could talk to someone. But I seem to offend people... OK, I try to offend people. I don't like hanging out with people. And at the same time, I feel empty without anyone to support me. I drive people away, and then I long for them to notice me. What is wrong with me?

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Gramma sent over some divine 70% dark chocolate bars and liquorice allsorts today with her old owl Jasper. Jasper pecked me on the head like he always does. I don't care what Gramma says, that dumb bird hates me. Anyway, I'm eating the candy right now. So if there are stains in this journal... it's probably the chocolate. Oh, how wonderfully inventive those muggles are! If they would just remain muggles, I would have nothing against them. Not at all. It is glorious to eat chocolate that doesn't hop away when you try to get your hands on it... Oh! That bloody Jasper has stolen some of my allsorts!

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Valentines day will be coming up soon. Ice skating and all. I'm sure it will quickly be too much for me, but I plan to try my hand at it this year. Meet a guy? Skate! I have not ice skated for years. Some idiots with quaffles for brains will most likely try to turn the whole thing into some sorry adaptation of a quidditch game. Really. How can you have a game on ice? We shall see what happens. Wish me luck, journal thing.

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*val day, to be used when the val topic is finished (and it hasn't even started!)

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I have been getting headaches constantly lately. It's both puzzling and annoying. Why have no healers invented a curing potion/a spell for headaches? I'd attempt it myself, but I'd rather not make what is already bad worse. Also, I need to figure out why I'm getting headaches so often in the first place.

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I seemed to have slapped Sophia. Yes that Sophia. It is all her fault for being nasty, even if I did go a little bit too far... I don't know, maybe I was a jerk. But what am I supposed to do now? All right, so I did flee to the commons without saying anything helpful... she was crying and everything. I know I'm a coward! I really feel bad about it, honestly I do, even if she is a little witch. I hope she's all right. Who am I fooling? I hope she doesn't tell someone. I have a feeling I am about to get up to my knees in dragon poop. Or my neck... I wish I had a time-turner!

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Saw Ivory with a big old Spike of Doom sticking out of her head. The meeting was awkward on so many different levels. I've had little sleep today, so I'm not feeling my best. Skipping classes tomorrow. I am sorry if I have drooled on you, dear journal, I'm really out of it... 'night and all.

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Lost my journal. Found it in the dungeons by those nasty snakes. Shall never trust my roommates again.

On the other hand, I do have a wonderful prank to pull on them back.