8:40 AM
- I didn't really feel like saying no was an option
- they promised us internships with the Ministry of Magic, St. Mungo's, and The Daily Prophet
- I was worried about the effect Dumbledore's Army was having on the school, encouraging students to break rules, vandalize, and increase anti-Slythetin sentiments (i.e. why did they give all of the houses a care package but Slytherin?)
- I was really worried about what would happen without the prefect system so I wanted to help restore order
- I was very worried about my grades and needed the extra tutoring sessions that were only given to HEP members
- I have low blood sugar and wouldn't have been able to do well with the food that was only being supplied to HEP members
- Hugh was regularly threatening me saying that if I didn't do my job I'd make it look like he was the bad guy so I felt like I had to
- I don't remember
hexing Meredithanything that happened at the battle after seeing my father lost his leg/I was in a blind rage
If I'm promised anonymity/confidentiality:
- I was following the lead of older students (Draco, Vincent) who chained up second years in our common room and hexed and cursed others in the hallways
- the Carrows were close associates with my father and I felt family pressure to follow their lead
- Thorfinn made me hex Jack and Charlotte
Isaac? Are you awake?
You fucking idiot. I actually had some kind of hope for you, you know? I thought maybe your whole bully bullshit was just some means of proving what a Big Man you were to Malfoy and his lot. But apparently not. No, apparently, you decided you liked them and the way they thought and everything they stood for so much that you wanted to die for it.
Well, fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid pastries and your gifts that you always pretended were anonymous and were obviously from you. And fuck you for making me wonder if you weren't completely awful so that now when I have to read your name on the list of people who passed, I am sorry that I can't go to your stupid funeral. Not that I would want to be anywhere near any of your stupid friends.
But I can't help feeling that you could have had better, if you'd given yourself the chance. And I'm sorry that I couldn't convince you otherwise.
Goodbye.
Hi.
If anyone runs into Matthew Avery, please let him know I'm planning on making his life utterly miserable.
Hey.
Lizzie, tell me something happy.
What is going to happen to us?