PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

...what do you mean it's 2005!? It's supposed to be 2008!

This place is really starting to get depressing. And every time I try to leave I can't. It's like a curse gone all wrong and I just want to find a bloody Portkey or a fireplace attached to the Floo network so I can leave already. I'd even fly all the way back to London if I could get a proper broom on my hands. How am I supposed to help destroy horcruxes from here? How am I supposed to prove to Harry and Hermione that I didn't run off and leave them alone again? Some Gryffindor I was then. They could've gotten killed and I'd have been off hiding away at Bill's the entire time like the pansy that I am. They probably think that I'm doing it again. And Hermione, how am I going to right myself with her again if I can't go back and prove that I'm better than stupid Krum and what if they're all dead and I can't possibly find out because the only people here that are attached to the wizarding world are either Death Eaters, from some other kind of magic, or Lavender, and not one of them would be able to get me an issue of the Daily Prophet where I might be able to find out of Harry or Mum or Dad or Ginny or Fre


The food here is rubbish. All grease and no taste. Just like everything else.