PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I don't like this. I don't like it at all.

Ever since I saw that man die, I've been having nightmare after nightmare. I just wanna go home.

To the people I talked to last night about the attack, I'm okay. And thanks again. But...can anybody help me stock up on holy water and stakes and stuff? I have no idea where to get anything like that. Not like I know how to use it, either.

I just saw someone die. Not die...they were torn apart by a bunch of vampires. They almost got me, too. I don't even know how I made it back home. There's...I've got blood on me. I don't know if it's mine or his. I don't know what to do...

Wow. That was...awful. The building that went up in flames was about a block away from me. I wish the place I'm in wasn't so cheap, or else I'd be moving right about now.

This place is beyond freaky. Am I the only normal person here? I can't be.

There seems to be some kind of...force keeping certain people inside of the city.

I've broken out of sealed locations before. Maybe I can find a way around this one.

You know, I'm really tired of people on the street saying that I'm from Harry Potter after I tell them my name. I'm not from Harry. Harry didn't give birth to me and send me off into this world, did he? No. I don't think so. I have a mother. Her name is Molly Weasley. You want to make a big show and get all smart on me by saying that I'm from someone? Start with her. She's the one who went through hours of agonizing pain just so that I could EXIST, all right?

Merlin.

And you know what else? I WILL NOT PERFORM MAGIC TRICKS FOR YOU WHILE I'M WORKING. I've got tables to get to! Mouths to feed! Stop begging to me to magically enhance things!

Can anyone tell me why there are people with...bumpy foreheads and really long fangs running around after dark?

I'm new in town. Well, obviously. Does anyone know a place where I can rent a room that's really, really cheap?