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[01 Jan 2008|04:09pm] |
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Luna's here.
It's odd, she died before me, but I arrived her before I did. I find it strange that just when I had been thinking about her, suddenly she is here. I'm not quite sure what to make of that.
But it is wonderful to be able to converse with her again. I missed her constant optimism and contagious enthusiasm.
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It is the New Year, Happy New Years, everyone!
I wonder if I should make any resolutions.
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[13 Dec 2007|02:26pm] |
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I keep thinking about her. I keep accidentally bringing her up in almost every conversation.
I thought I was over this.
I loved...
What am I doing? I LOVE Hannah. Not past tense. I love her. Present tense.
So why do I keep thinking about Luna's eyes and they way they lit up when she talked about Nargles or Crumple-Horned Snorkacks?
I won't think about it. No.
There's an awful lot going on here. I've spoken with Harry, Professor Dumbledore, Teddy, Harry's father James, and with some reluctance, exchanged a few words with Professor Snape.
Oh, and I've met Phyllida Spore! I'm quite excited to be talking to her. I think she and I shall have a lot to talk about. After she comes to terms with the fact that this is the afterlife...not that I can blame her, it took me a little while too.
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So, Professor Dumbledore's Yuletide Ball is tomorrow! Who all is planning on attending?
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[01 Dec 2007|08:26am] |
I wonder where I am. I awoke in a small cottage filled with sunlight. It took me a few moments to realize that I did not recognize my surroundings. I have spent my summers traveling for the last few years, and a fair number of abodes, so waking up somewhere other than Hogwarts was not entirely unusual.
But I have not seen this cottage before. It reminds me of the cottage Hannah and I share together, but smaller and cozier. Upon further exploration, I noticed a large, sprawling garden surrounding the house. I cannot help but think of all I would like to plant in this garden, if given a chance.
Oddly enough, this house seems catered to suit my tastes. Though, this journal, I do not quite understand, I have never been much for writing, but it was sitting on the bedside table beside where I woke up, so I am assuming it is of some importance.
The last thing I remember before waking up was exploring the Black Forest in Germany, looking for a rare variety of leaping toadstools. I had stumbled upon an unusual tree, that I knew I had seen a picture of in a textbook before, but could not quite recall which one….I went to examine it closer and then…
Oh. Of course. I know where I’ve seen an illustration of that tree before. Flesh-Eating Trees of the World. This is the afterlife, isn’t it?
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