October 21st, 2015


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Type: Journal
Date: 10/21/2015, evening.

There are definitely days where I grow exhausted of Hogwarts; the constant pranks, the incessant whining about grades, or homework, or the everyday existence that is a school. And Hogwarts has almost become okay with it, accepting that 'that's just how kids are', but really they don't have to be.

You are in school to learn, to better yourselves, whether it's to be simply higher than a maggot on the floor, to even being the Minister himself, but you are here to better yourselves. So quit worrying about such remarkably petty things like your relationships, or if your homework is too hard, and just do it. If you fail? Good, it's the point, to weed you out.

Still, this place does sometimes feel like a home. A home invaded by far too many people, but a home nonetheless.

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Hogwarts Scribbler. Vol. 3


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Type: Scribbler
Date: October 22nd, morning
Hogwarts Scribbler
It's posted online and it's the first thing everyone would see when looking at the journals. )

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Type: private message
Date: October 21; mid morning

Private message to Russell Wallace )