Carpe Diem Network

What: Owl gift to Marie
When: September 8th, evening


With it is a note attacked.

- These flowers are as lovely as you and will hopefully symbolize our budding relationship. Perhaps we can meet up to get to know one another.

Your's Eternally,

Sebastian Margraves.

Type: Journal post
When: Sept. 8th, Evening

I’m going to kill them. I’ll kill them, bring them back to life, and then kill them again. Ugh! My parents are from the stone age!

Who in the right mind sets up an arrange marriage for their only daughter?! Who!? I’ll tell you who. My parents.

Neither of my older brothers got one but of course since I’m a girl I can’t pick out the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. They can shove their double standards up their asses! I’m only sixteen! I shouldn’t be thinking about marriage. Hell! I haven’t even decided what I want to be when I graduate but now I know who my husband is going to be.

I’m going to kill someone.

Type: Journal Post
When: Wednesday, September 9th, morning

It bit me. This stupid thing bit me. I hadn't thought I'd ignored it, but apparently I have neglected it. Not cool man, not cool. I'd so rather it like screamed at me. Can we change the settings on it or something? Can we make it scream bloody murder than bite?

Anyway... guess what day it is?

( What day is it? )

What: Journal Entry
When: September 9th, morning

It's always strange to be another year older. With the start of a new semester, I always forget until someone sends me a gift. Usually Adrian or Jackson. I want to talk those of you who did. Jackson, the song is lovely and I'll listen to it over and over... and probably beg you to play it again for me.

[Private to Jackson]

Are you alright? I heard your pillows exploded and saw you with some feathers in your hair.

[Private to Ethan]

Thank you for the lovely gift. I will treasure it always.

Type: Journal
When: Wednesday, September 9th, lunch break

Before this thing bites me, which it apparently wants to do, I figured I'd be proactive.

How is being back at school treating everyone? I know I'm loving the freedom I have here and I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but it's the truth. Daddy can't get too caught up in his lab and he has a TA to pester him to eat and sleep so it doesn't fall solely on me. LOVE YOU DADDY!

Type: journal
When: September 9th morning




Quidditch starts back up soon! And while you will never catch me on a broom because I value my life, I will definitely be cheering my house on!

Gracie! We need a hang out night!

What: Owl gift to Marie
When: September 9th, evening



Attached is this note.

- Dearest Marie,

It seems my previous gift was not so well accepted, and since I do not know your favorite color yet, i decoded that something the shade of the rainbow might be best. Please accept this with the hopes that it might give you beautiful dreams this night and every one after.

Your's faithfully,

Sebastian Margraves.

Type: Journal
When: 09/09, After Dinner

The fucker> asshole goddamn fucking idjit that for Bad Romance stuck in my head is going to die if I ever find out who you are. Waling around playing that godawful music. Fucking hell, and worth the reprimand likely coming my way. Gaga of all the horrors.

I think I'm going to go listen to, like, Arch Enemy, Cradle of Filth, Rammstein or... just something vastly better.

What: Owl to Derek Hale
When: Sept. 9th, morning




( On official letterhead. Dear Mr. Hale... )

Type: Journal
When: Sept. 9th, just before dinner

So, I suppose enough folks have laid eyes on me by now that it's time to cough up some answers.

Yes, I am much bigger than I used to be. No, I don't get sick or hurt the way I used to. Also no, I didn't do this to myself on purpose. As some of you may know I was held by some bad people last year, and some of the things they did to me led to these changes. I am glad I'm not as much of a burden as I used to be, but I also lost my best friend to those people. I would trade it all just to get him back.

I'm not really a fan of talking about it all, and I do have panic attacks from time to time. My therapy dog, Vincent, will be with me during classes and although I don't mind if people pet him, please don't pick him up or take him anywhere. He's technically supposed to be working, and I had to get special permission from the Headmaster to have him with me.

I guess that's about it. Thanks for your time.

Type : Journal/Video
When : 4:30 am, September 9

Video


[OOC: yeah. This is Jackson playing but since not much with James on piano I borrowed!]