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I had one of the creepiest, strangest and scariest dreams ever last night. It did not make me feel like Ginny Weasley, Pillow Ninja.

There was some place called Hogwarts and a Chamber of Secrets and a GIANT snake! Someone named Voldermort lured me down there when he was done with some evil magical plots, he left me to die there. Alone.

It was disturbing. It felt so real. I had to take a shower to clear my mind and convince myself it wasn't anything more than a dream. Guess this was my rubbish initiation into the world of dreams the Net is always buzzing about.

Maman always swore bad things happen in three, always. She would tell me, "Fleur, mon amour, il faut toujours être vigilant," or I must always be watchful for these things. I think she is just a little paranoid about such things. Today she was full of these wise words when I talked to her. There was no convincing her a stress fracture was hardly an omen of bad things to come. I am a dancer, injuries happen. It is not anything major. One of those air cast things, few days rest, and a short break from dance. That is it.

It has just been a long week.. Bill, let's run away for the weekend.

Really, it's like clockwork - it drizzles a little and suddenly everyone drives as if they're sixteen and were just handed their license. I have no idea why this is, simply that it's so. Everyone seems to either continue merrily speeding along, oblivious to the inclement weather, or if not that, they drive slower than snails. It's intolerable.

( Gortoz A Ran - J'attends )

I missed you darlings!

I'll explain why I've been gone if you ask.