Carpe Diem Network

Type: Journal
When: Monday 11 January, after classes

[Private]
Was marriage to me such a horrible option to her that she would leave the family to avoid it? It is my fault for not preventing it... It is my fault for not...

Type: Journal
When: After classes, 1/11

Quiet break. Classes again, with extra work. Back to normal I guess?

Type : Journal
When : 1/9, morning

With the winter break ending, I'm both excited and disappointed to be returning to school. The year is half over an the we finally have freedom to do what we will and be who we are. Though this break has been quite exciting and enlightening. How was everyone else's holiday?

[Private to Alexei]

Have you spoken to father?

[Private to Ash]

Has your father spoken to you yet?

[Private to Molly]

I was wondering if you'd like to sit together while on the train. I have something quite... exciting to tell you.

Type: Journal
When: 29 December, afternoon.

I am already entirely unpopular in my house and well disliked. Therefore there is no risk to me to write today that I am honored by my family's new role in the Ministry. My Uncle is a great leader and all can be assured of his dedication to the position. My father has always been his partner in this and will continue in this role, but now in a more formalized way with the Aurors.

My father has indicated that there will be a private service for those in the Aurors, and that the perpetrators will be found and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

[Private to Sera]
Where are you? Uncle was upset when he could not find you… He is going to be mad when you come home.

Type: journal
Date: December 28th, morning

(Private to Ash)

Do you happen to have some time this week to meet up? I might be getting myself in trouble.

(Private to James)

Do you happen to think that I might be able to stay over a few days?

(Private to Alexei)

Be careful Alexei. You might want to spend some time over at a friend's. Father is having guests over to... celebrate.

Type: Journal
When :Late night, 12/20

It's nice to be back home and in my room once more. I wanted to tell the dance club once more that I am so proud of you and what we managed to do for the winter showcase! Everyone was magnificent. James, we were especially good. Thank you for being the perfect partner. Perhaps we can continue to dance together for fun.

[Private to James.]

Perhaps we could enjoy eachother's company some time soon as well?

[Private to Alexei]

Have you seen father yet? He seems to be in quite the mood.

Type: Journal
When: Morning, 13 December

That was an appropriate way to start the season.

Hufflepuff Quidditch
I dropped one during warm-ups and wore my blue socks. We had pancakes at breakfast. All of this is important so we can win next game as well. Unless the socks need to match the colors of the team we are playing. Then they should be red to match the Gryffindor colors... would gold work as well?

Type: journal
When: 12/13, afternoon

It was a really good game. I'm glad that we won, obviously, and it's good to see that there wasn't much by way of people getting injured. Oliver, I'm more than a little annoyed at you though. You too, Thor. Be more careful!! But seriously, you all were amazing and I'm so glad you're all on my team!

Type: Journal
When: Wednesday 18 November, afternoon

Близо́к локото́к, да не уку́сишь. Your elbow is close, yet you cannot bite it. A week remains until the Thanksgiving Break. The professors seem to be less than mindful of the break… or else they are seeking to complete much before the long weekend. It is perhaps a competition among them.

[Private to Sera]
I am already getting instructions from our family for our long weekend. Are you too, or am I getting all of their attention currently?

Type: Journal
When: Monday, 26 October after classes (mid-afternoon)

Two different people have suggested that I be 'Lex Luther' for Halloween. It is a stupid play on my name. Being better than others does not equate to being a super-villain. I have no interest in being bald, either.

Type : Journal
When : 9am, 10/26

It is the privilege of men to be wanted and prized for what they can do, create, achieve. Women, through time, are prized for being pretty, petite, pliable, and submissive. We are recognized not for who we are, how smart we are, how powerful we are, but for what designers we wear and who we have married. It is enough to make me wonder sometimes how I, and those around me, will fit in the world where intelligent and capable women are so often put down, negated, spoken over and ignored. The top of the chain is white, male, heterosexual and cisgender. Where is the place for the rest of us, and when will intelligence be enough?

In the same vein, when will it be okay for males to be weak? Why can they not show real emotion without being labeled and ignored? Why can we just not all find an accord?


Sexy Halloween costumes just continue this oppression - seeking attention for our bodies and not our minds. I hope some outside of me will seek out more unique and interesting themes than sexy animals and such. We are so much more.

Type: Journal
When: Late Afternoon Tuesday 13 October

I shampooed three times this morning and stayed in the shower for thirteen minutes and there is still glitter. And there were only 8 pieces of sausage in my omelet so I couldn't eat it. I was late to Transfigurations because I had to wait for the stairs to change again. In Arithmancy, Professor Stark made a mistake and did four examples in class. The classroom chairs were in four rows.... only two doors... just one window... Even the total is wrong… four plus two plus one is seven. It’s a prime number but not the right one. I checked the wards on my truck three times but something is still not right....

Everything is wrong today.

Type: journal
Date: October 12; afternoon

I find myself dangerously foul at these pranksters. Honestly, in the shower?? And did you have to pour red all over me? I look as if I belong in Gryffindor rather than Slytherin. Someone will pay for this eventually.

Beyond this mess though, it seems that people are already making plans for halloween. I've yet to decide on my own costume yet. Does anyone have a suggestion or two?

Type: Journal
When: Saturday 10 October, morning

Unlike my dear Sera, I know to write in this before it begins biting. And it does not require some great pronouncement to be tamed. It merely requires words. The act of writing. This is a school of idiots, based on the number of people who complain about being attacked by these things. But then, there are few of sufficient blood not to be diminished to some degree.

Type : Journal
When : October 7, mid-evening.

This place is ridiculous. There is a remarkable amount of naivety and self delusion. It is laughable. Every single one of you needs to get a clue. People die. It's the way of life. Who is to even say it's not deserved? One never knows in truth what is in the hearts of others.

What: Journal post
When: Tuesday, October 6th, afternoon

The journal is biting again and thus it seems time to write. I am grateful that the school seems to be calming down after those terrible events. We must all remember that panic can always lead to more problems after all so we should remain calm.

But I can also understand people's desire to want to be able to go outside again. Winter is fast approaching and I for one would like to enjoy the calmer weather before it does. I mean the inner courtyards should be safe for now, shouldn't they?

Type : Journal
When : 10/1, around 5pm

[Hexed against Faculty]
So I've been considering, and I think we all need to gather together and do something enjoyable. Obviously we have to follow the curfew and all or one of my chasers will glare in annoyance at me, but I'm just about going crazy right now. I know we can't get muggle movies or anything at school, but there has to be something we can all do to sort of let loose. if anyone has any ideas, I'm totally open. Anything!

Type: Journal
When: Monday 28 September, midmorning

I personally find some of the protestations of grief to be selfish manifestations of personal fear by individuals who wish to appear sympathetic. Individuals who are in fact merely concerned with their own safety, which feels threatened by his death. It is all just a little too close for comfort.

To those of us who actually knew Gareth and shared space with him for the last four years and some months, it is not merely a cautionary tale or a reminder of mortality but indeed a personal loss. Give us your sympathy if you must, but do not pretend you have any inkling of what we are experiencing. Spare us your false empathy.

Type: Journal
Date: September 27th; Morning

This isn't supposed to happen here. I thought this place was safe...

I can't believe he's gone

What: Journal entry
When: Sunday, 9/27, afternoon

I had just seen Gar The news about last night is tragic. Who could have done it, and when? I had only seen Gareth earlier that evening. We had crossed paths and chatted for a few minutes.

How close had I come to it being me? If they had just seen me first by the magical creature pens, I would've been the one who di

I think it's a good reminder that Something could always happen to us at any known moment.

What: Journal entry
When: September 27th, afternoon

Today is a dark day at this school. Last night, one of our fellow hufflepuffs was killed needlessly and without reason. I don't know why anyone would think that these outdated ideals were something worth ending a life over. It's horrific.

But right now, it's time we remember the life that was lost. There's going to be a card in the common room for the rest of us to sign and I'll be making a gift basket for his family if anyone wishes to contribute. I also think that we should hold a small candle light vigil in the hufflepuff house. Anyone is welcome.


[Private to Roar]

Merlin's beard you better be safe and alive or I'm going to kill you.

What: Journal entry
When: September 27th, afternoon

I don't even know what to say. I can't believe this happened. We were attacked and someone was killed. Gareth was killed.

Everything hurts. I'm never going to see him again. That's so scary.

What: Journal entry
When: Sunday, 9/27, afternoon

[Lots of angry French cursing]

[Locked to Students]

This is absolute bullshit. We've always been told that we are safe here and yet this happens. They got on the grounds, who's to say the next time they won't get into the castle? I'm not going to stay in my room hiding if that happens. If I'm going to be attacked I'm going to fight back.

I'm not good with a wand, but if someone is willing to show me I'll teach you how to protect yourself without one.

Type : Journal
When : September 27, Noonish


I feel a bit numb right now. Gareth and I had just been on an adventure not to long again and now he is dead. I think I am going to go back to bed for a while, I am not ready to be up today.